The Nerd and The Jock - LT Fanfic

9: Bae, the Conversationalist

9: Bae, the Conversationalist

2 weeks later

I twirled the pen in my hand. The clock above the board ticked in the classroom. It was pretty quiet, besides the the sound of pens scribbling on paper. There were a few sighs here and there, but those were only natural.

Ms. Sanders had assigned us a writing prompt. The essay was due at the end of the period.

I wasn't worried. My writing skills were rusty because of summer break and disuse, but as soon as I finished my intro, I felt myself melding back into my wordy style.

Blaze, though... he looked kind of stressed. I peeked at him from the corner of my eye, watching him stare at his paper. For fifteen minutes straight the poor guy just stared, as if waiting for the essay to write itself. I bit my lip. Should I help him? I might get in trouble, and Ms. Sanders might send me out. But he looks so lost.

Oh, forget it. "Blaze?" I whispered.

His chocolate orbs flickered up to mine. "Yeah?" he whispered back.

"You, uh, need help?"

Blaze lifted his head to peek up at Ms. Sanders. I did, too. The lady was behind her computer, a book in her hand. She was clearly lost in the story, her brows furrowed and her lips pursed in wonder. The back of the book read Turn of the Screw.

Blaze nodded at me. "Let me text you," he said quietly.

I waited while he took out his phone. My phone vibrated, so I opened up the message.

Nic: You understand how to do this?

Me: Yeah

Nic: how?

Me: just, BS the heck out of it. Like, act like you know what youre talking about

Nic: i don't even understand the prompt...

Me: u think i do? Writing is just bsing and big words, Blaze

I felt Blaze's eyes on me. I looked up, and he rolled his eyes. What? I mouthed. He shook his head, then picked up his phone again.

Nic: you're a nerd. You have to understand SOMETHING.

Nic: are you done yet?

Me: Almost.

Nic: let me see ur essay.

Me: ....Why?

Nic: can i? Please?

Glancing at Ms. Sanders, I slid over my essay. I watched him look over it for a second, reading. Then he passed it back to me.

Me: Well. What do u think?

Nic: I... dont want to do it. Too discouraged.

Me: oh. Aw.

I bit my lip again. I didn't know what really to say to that, so I just wrote my name on the paper, on the top left corner. After awhile, I felt kind of bad because Blaze seemed so bummed.

Me: i have to be of some help...

"Bring your essays up to my desk," Ms. Sanders said. She looked up, suddenly not distracted by her book. "Class is going to end in ten minutes. I want them right here, face up."

"Oh, man. Sorry, Blaze."

"It's all right," he told me, offering me a smile before he got up to put in his work. I followed him as he placed his work down. Ms. Sanders watched each of us turn in the assignment, When Blaze got to her, she frowned at his spotless paper.