Wish You'd Met Me First (boyxboy)

Chapter 15: Homework And Library

A/N: After that cute scene, someone forgot to do their assignment during the weekend, it's understandable tho.

It's Monday lunch period, after our Saturday trip to the amusement park, and I'm feeling the weight of all the homework I ignored for that one day of fun. Instead of heading to the cafeteria like usual, I've taken refuge in the library, hoping the quiet will help me power through the stack of assignments I've been putting off.

I find a spot in the far corner, away from the main flow of students, and spread out my textbooks across the table. I try to lose myself in my work, but my thoughts keep drifting back to Saturday night at the diner, to Brett's off-tune signing  and ridiculous dancing.

I'm so absorbed, or at least trying to be, that I don't notice someone approaching until a shadow falls over my table. I look up, startled, to see Brett standing there, a familiar grin on his face.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't Mr. Too-Cool-to-Dance," he says, his voice low but full of playful energy.

I can't help but smile, even as I feel a flush rise to my cheeks.

"Brett? What are you doing here?"

"Didn't see you at our usual table in the cafeteria today," he replies, sliding into the chair across from me without waiting for an invitation.

"Figured I'd come find you. And lo and behold, here you are, buried under textbooks and looking way too serious for a Monday."

I shrug, trying to play it cool despite the way my heart is doing that weird little flip at the sight of him.

"Just trying to stay on top of things. Had a bit of a late start on all this."

"Late start, huh?" Brett leans forward slightly, his grin widening.

"Couldn't have anything to do with a certain Saturday night diner trip, could it?"

I roll my eyes, but the smile on my face gives me away.

"Maybe. But it was worth it."

"Glad to hear it," Brett says, his voice warm with satisfaction.

"I was worried I might've distracted you too much."

I glance up at him, trying to gauge if he's being serious or just messing around.

"You? Distracting? Never."

He chuckles softly, leaning back in his chair.

"Good. But seriously, I didn't regret it. The diner was fun."

"Yeah, it was," I admit, the memory of Brett's antics bringing a smile to my face.

"Definitely more fun than this homework."

Brett's eyes sparkle with mischief as he nods toward my scattered notes.

"So, what's the plan here? Need any help? I promise I'm a decent study buddy, despite what you might think."

I shake my head, laughing quietly.

"I think I've got it under control, but thanks."

"Alright, if you say so," he replies, though he doesn't make any move to leave. Instead, he just watches me, his gaze lingering in a way that makes me a little self-conscious.

I look at him with confusion, despite the rush I'm feeling right now, but his stare still lingers a bit. I was about to say something, when suddenly, we were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps.

I look up to see Blaine walking toward us. When he reaches our table, he gives Brett a warm smile, the kind that makes something twist uncomfortably in my gut.