It's Called Sarcasm [1] ⌲ Twombly

08 | coffee break

After a while of working, all of us begin to get hungry, so we decide to go get some lunch. Staurt, Lyle, Yo-Yo and I are gathered around the lunch table, engaged in absentminded conversation when Nick and Billy walk up to us with frowns on their faces.

"Hey, hey," Stuart says, looking up from his phone. "Did you guys find Professor Xavier?"

"Yeah, we found him." Nick mutters.

"Thanks for much for that, guys. Great team spirit." Billy says, sarcasm dripping from his tone. "Mind sliding over?"

Nobody moves, except for Stuart who slides away from me slightly to prevent either man from sitting next to him.

"I'm sorry, there doesn't seem to be any room for you." Yo-Yo says quietly.

Billy and Nick send their gazes to my direction and I shrug. "Sorry, guys."

The two males then look down at Stuart, who simply winks at them.

"Yeah, okay. You guys have a great lunch." They say before walking away to find another place to sit.

"Oh my God, I feel terrible." I say, looking over at Stuart.

"Good. Learn the feeling. Live the feeling. Be the feeling." Stuart jokes, nudging me as he bites into his sandwich. I roll my eyes with a smile before standing up.

"I'm going to go get another coffee." I annouce.

"Will you grab me another water?" Stuart asks.

"Sure. I'll be back." I say.

"I'll be here." Stuart winks and I roll my eyes, playfully smacking his shoulder with the back of my hand and earning a soft chuckle.

I weave my way through the lunch crowd and back to the coffee counter.

"Hey there, can I get a white chocolate mocha and a water please?" I ask the girl behind the counter.

"On me."

I turn my head to see Graham standing beside me, leaning against the counter and smiling at me with that stupid ass grin. "Great," I mutter.

"A simple thank you would suffice." Graham says, raising his eyebrows.

"Thanks, but I don't need you to buy me drinks." I say, raising my own eyebrows.

"You know, Mackenzie, most people would be appreciative. Especially given the crowd you've been thrown with." Graham says, nodding in the direction of Stuart.

"Excuse me?" I say, arching an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"Oh, come on, Mackenzie. You can't honestly tell me you enjoy hanging out with him."

"And why the hell not?"

"Have you seen him? I mean, what do you even see in him?"

I laugh bitterly. "I'm sorry, did someone ask for your opinion? Because I sure as hell didn't."

"All I'm saying, is that if you had picked my team, maybe you would have a chance at winning." Graham says with a shrug.

"Or maybe I would be pulling my hair out due to having to spend a whole day with you." I retort.

"Here's your coffee." The girl behind the counter says, placing my mocha and Stuart's water on the counter.

"Thank you," I say, grabbing both drinks.

"Mackenzie," Graham says, and I reluctantly turn to look at him with a sigh.

"What?"

"It's not to late to change teams, you know. I could get you this job." Graham says, raising his eyebrows.

I chuckle, shaking my head and looking up at him. "Let's get one thing straight, yeah? Talk trash about my friend again, and I will kick your ass so hard, you'll be tasting shoe polish for a year."

I turn on my heel, and don't look back.

***

"Well, we've had a productive day." I say as I walk with Stuart back up to our dorms.

"Yeah, I'll say." He replies, taking his beanie off and raking a hand through his chesnut colored locks. "Hey, I have a question."

"I have an answer."

"Why were you talking to Graham earlier?"

I look at him, my eyebrows raised in surprise. He heard that?

"What?"

"Earlier, when you were getting your coffee? I saw you talking to him." He says. "I mean, I'm not pissed or anything. I was just curious."

I wave him off. "It was nothing. He ambushed me, bought my coffee for me."

"He ambushed you and bought your coffee?"

"And your water."

Stuart nods. "Ah."

"It's not a big deal. It was just him being stupid."

"Well, I kind of assumed that."

We both chuckle and stop when we get to his room. We both just stand there for a second, not saying anything. "So, uh, I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Stuart says, breaking the silence.

"Yep. Big day tomorrow." I say with a nod.

"Indeed. I look forward to kicking some major Quiditch ass with you tomorrow."

I laugh, nodding. "Same here."

Stuart smiles softly at me and nods. Before I can register what he's doing he's stepping forward, resting his hands on my shoulders and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. He pulls way and I stare at him, the corners of my mouth twitching a bit.

"Goodnight, Adams." He says with his cute, lopsided smile before disappearing into his dorm room. I grin.

"Goodnight, Stewie."

A/N- Raise your hand if you ship #STACK *raises hand furiously*