The Nerd and The Jock - LT Fanfic

15: Bae and A Companion

15: Bae and A Companion

"Every good relationship begins with a friendship."

We sat side by side under one of the fattest green trees in the quad. Lunch was pleasant, with cottony clouds gliding in the sky.

"I can't believe he let us off. I can't believe we're not in trouble," Blaze was saying. He held my hands in his.

"I know," I said. "That sub was seriously cool." Blaze's hands were warm, playful. I squeezed it. "I wonder what'd happen if we did get in trouble?"

I was still taken aback that we weren't in trouble. I was even incredulous, because who would've thought that a mean-looking Advanced English sub would actually let us kiss in class, without repercussions? He just said, "Just not in here. Don't do it in here."

Like, what? I was all for not getting in trouble, but I expected Blaze and me to at least get sent out. Sent out meant that you were bad in class, but not bad enough to get, I dunno, suspended.

Suspension was for real felons anyway, not kids who made out.

Blaze smiled. "I don't know. What would we even get in trouble for, on paper? 'Students are punished for showing each other too much affection.'" He laughed. "That's stupid."

"That is stupid," I agreed.

After awhile, Blaze moved. He laid his chin on my hair, threw an arm across my shoulders, and reached for my hand. I reached up, took his, and our fingers entwined. He sighed. Then he moved his chin around. The action felt weird, like my head was being massaged.

"What are you doing, weirdo," I complained under his heavy chin. "That feels funny."

"Laying my head on your head," he replied casually. As if his dome didn't weigh a ton.

Well, I wasn't going to just sit there while he crushed me. "Get off, Megamind."

"No."

"Why?"

"It's comfortable. Your head's like a bed of flowers... soft."

My head, a bed of flowers. Okay, funniest thing I'd heard in a while. But even though he continued to sit there, his chin on my head, I didn't move. Vaguely I wondered why. Then I realized that it had a lot to do with me liking him.

Sitting alone with Blaze, I was sure we looked like one of those sappy, teenage couples on TV. And apparently, I wasn't the only one to think so.

Someone's voice boomed, "BOO!"

And Me and Blaze jumped, and I said "Hey!" while he swore.

It was Candice and Sharon, naturally. They walked from behind us, showing themselves and their obvious amusement.

"Hey lovebirds," Can cooed at us. She was laughing. "I scared y'all. I seen it! Blaze looked like this."

Candice made a face, widening her eyes opening her mouth. She looked terrified. Then she stopped and laughed at herself. "It was so funny I swear!"

She and Shay giggled. Jerks. "Very funny, guys," I commended dryly. "Scaring us? Come on."

I was thinking that I had the worst friends when Blaze started laughing. "Blaze!" I protested. Not him, too! He put his hands up, surrendering--giving me that don't blame me blame them look--but chuckling.

When the laughter didn't show signs of abating, I gave up on patience. "Are you done?" I asked them politely.

"Yes." Candice paused and grinned. "Nevermind!"

Of course. I rolled my eyes. Well, I guess it was pretty funny. I laughed after a second.

"You guys looked sooo cute. Like you belonged in a movie," Shay said.  Although Candice cackled annoyingly and Blaze joined her, Shay was sincere.

"Thanks, Shay," I said, grateful that she was her normal, kind self. I smiled and she winked.

Lunch ended a little after. We found ourselves in the halls again, bunched together in a circle and chatting. A flood of kids brushed past us, the students eager to socialize before the bell called them back to class.

"All right," Sharon finally said, in her I'm done messin' with y'all tone. "I'm off to Jackson's."

"Already?" I protested. Mr. Jackson was her history teacher. He was a balding man with a really long nose.

"The bell just rang," I stated. Shay shrugged a shoulder.

"I like to get there early, you know that," she explained nonchalantly. "It sucks when you have to cram into the door at the last minute. Rather just get there and avoid trouble."

"I'm going too. Calculus is waiting for me," said Candice, who adjusted the backpack around her shoulders.

After exchanging goodbyes, my best friends left. I stood alone with Blaze again. It was at this point that I noticed a pattern.

I'd come to school, dropped off by Mom, go to my classes. I'd talk to Candice and Sharon during passing periods. Then I'd be in fourth, enduring Ms. Sanders' long, droning lessons while talking and texting Blaze in class. Blaze and I would spend lunch together. We'd chill in the quad on most days except Wednesday, where I led the Advanced Scholars. But even then he'd be there with his friends, sitting at the back, nearest to the door. Winking at me sometimes. Paying attention.

The pattern would repeat the next day and I always found myself looking forward to go to school. Blaze was, without a doubt, one of the coolest companions I'd ever had.