AFTER: Favour

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We were given a month to practice for the off-campus dance competition since we were told who the participants were, so every day, since then, our dismissal times have been spent practicing our routine.

This was the year I decided to join the dance club after 3 years of contemplating and I have been given the opportunity to compete which was very surreal to me so I plan to cherish every moment I have here.

Reid has been kind and patient enough to wait for me every day just to be able to spend a little time with me as he walks me home.

Sometimes he would watch one of our practices and make me feel conscious and confident at the same time —how that was possible is beyond my understanding.

He would look at me as if I was the only one dancing and approve of what I'm doing by giving me a smirk.

I truly am lucky to have him.

A week before the competition, we were reminded of our graduation pictorial.

We were told that we had to bring two sets of clothing: 1) a white top or dress for our formal shots and 2) a casual outfit with props -if we wanted to- for our creative shots.

While everyone was talking about their plans for their creative shots, Finn decided to bless me with his presence.

Note the sarcasm.

"Can you do me a favour?" He asks.

I glare at him, "What's the catch?"

"You don't even know what the favour is," Finn rolls his eyes at me.

I glare at him for another moment before letting out a sigh, "Fine, but if it involves doing dumb shit, I'm out,"

"But you always do dumb shit," he tells me.

"I change my mind, no favours done for you, asshole," I said.

"I'm kidding, Regan," he smirks, "always so easily worked up," he chuckles, "anyway, I was wondering if you could paint my face for my creative shot,"

"And why would I want to do that?" I ask, despite the roar of my pulse which I had no idea what was for.

"I thought you might enjoy it," he grins.

I've developed a passion for the art of make up which is why I actually really would enjoy painting his face, but I wouldn't give Finn the satisfaction of knowing that.

"What gives you the idea that I would?" I challenged him.

"Well, why wouldn't you? You get to do your 'magic' and the privilege to do it on my face," he smirks, putting air quotations on the word magic.

"I fail to see the enjoyment in that 'privilege'," I said, putting air quotations on the word privilege as he did with the word magic.

"Just say yes," He rolls his eyes, getting annoyed with me, probably. "I'll be going as Joker for my creative shot."

"On one condition," I said.

"What?"

"You provide the materials,"

Silence fell between us.

"That's it?" He asks.

"Well... Yeah,"

"Huh," He lets out a puff of air.

"What?"

"We actually agreed on something," He grins.

I roll my eyes at him as the bell for lunch rings.

I stood up at the same time Finn does and it was only then that I realized how close we were.

The commotion in the room seems to have slowed down as I stare at Finn and he does the same.

My insides feel weird; like I just ate a bad meal. Almost exactly as how I felt when I was dating him more than a year ago.

I look away, not wanting to dig a bigger hole for myself. Finn has a girlfriend, and I have a boyfriend. It didn't seem right to be feeling this way.

I step back and trip on my backpack that was on the floor.

Finn was about to reach out to me, but stops when I regain my balance before I fell.

"You alright?" He asks.

I nod, giving him a small smile.

"I should get going," I say, picking my bag up and settling it on one shoulder.

I stare at the floor as I walk out of the room, not wanting to glance back at Finn.

I need to keep myself away from him before anything remotely disastrous happens. I can't risk anything or anyone.

As I beat myself up for my stupidity, I glance up and notice that Reid was standing by our classroom door. 

I have no idea how long he's been standing there, but judging by the look on his face, he has witnessed what just happened.

I decided to pretend that nothing happened -just like how I've been dealing with this whole situation so far- and cling to his arm, asking, "You hungry?"

His arm was stiff, but softened as we walked.

He was silent for the rest of the day.

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⏰ Last updated: Aug 22, 2017 ⏰

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