~Marco's POV~
Marco wandered into English class the next morning, checking his schedule. A few people were already in their seats, which he found surprising because the bell was going to ring in two minutes. He sat down in the center of the class and started unpacking his pencil, journal, binder, and a water bottle.
Everyone filtered into the class in the last minute, the professor arriving with them, hair gelled to a proper perfection. The guy that had been in Marco's room, Jean, dashed into the room a second after the bell chime ended. He had on sunglasses and a large cup of coffee clenched in his hand. His bag was half assedily closed, sliding from his left shoulder. "Uh, sorry, I, uh,over slept."
The professor, Mr. Smith, frowned and scoffed. "Just find your seat, boy."
Jean then decided the best place would be next to Marco, who cringed and gazed at the deck.
He set his bag on the floor and took a big gulp of coffee. Marco could feel Jean's eyes on him and stuttered then slid his water bottle over to him. "Water is better for a hangover than coffee." He stated simply, glancing at the brunette.
Jean stuttered for a moment. "H-how do you know? Is... Is it really that obvious?" His voice was low. Marco chuckled, "it's really obvious, no one wears sunglasses inside, horse face."
Is he still that out of it or is he just this thick all the time?
"Oh, right.." Jean sighed and drank some of the water. "Wanna trade? I haven't had much of my coffee yet."
Marco took the coffee. "Sure." He sipped it and almost gagged, turned his face away then shuddered.
Ugh... It's black. Does he not know the wonders of sugar and creamer? Is he one of those guys?
Marco refused to be rude, so he drank the whole cup before the end of class. His stomach twisted the whole time.
~Jean's POV~
Jean drank slowly drank the water, the throbbing pain in his head fading slightly. He still ended up falling asleep halfway through Mr. Smith's introduction only to be shaken awake by the black haired guy next to him. "Ugh..." Jean held his head. "Why'd you do that?"
Marco had moved closer to wake him and was staring at Jean, which made him shift uncomfortably.
"Mr. Smith said we all had to do a presentation and report to do on a book of our choice for the quarter. So, since we're sitting together, he told me that we were supposed to work as partner in this." Marco smiled unsurely. "Is that fine with you, horse face?"
Jean's gaze dragged along the slope of Marco's cheek, across the bridge of his nose and finally settled on his honey brown eyes. He glanced over the top of his sunglasses. "Only if you wanna, Freckles." He said, satisfied that the words surfaced a pink shade to Marco's cheeks.
Wait, why am I satisfied? I bet it's because of the nickname I gave him... Yea, that's it. (Right?)
Jean then stood up and grabbed his bag, swaying a bit from the pounding caged within his brain. He leaned on the desk, a wave of sickness passed over his body. "Guess I should've gotten up slower." His voice was below a whisper.
"You alright, Jean?" Marco asked and he glanced up to see the guy had an arm outstretched to him.
Jean waved the hand away then put his backpack fully on. "Hey, I'll see you later. Although I think I'm done for today, probably gonna puke if I have to hear another professor drone on." He managed a pained smile and shuffled from the classroom.
How is it he keeps seeing me at the worst times? Maybe he thinks this is my usual... Bahaha, never mind, why would I care?
