DROPS OF JUPITER ➣ JYATT

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(jaeden, after school, 9/17/17)
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the final bell rang, and i rushed to my locker. i grabbed every book and paper and shoved it into my black hole of a backpack. i shut it tight then walked down the hall.

i reached my destination of wyatt's locker. "hi there." i said, peeking my head around the side of his locker and smiling as he looked at me. "ready?"

"yup, i'll show you where my bus is." he said, actually grabbing my hand and walking outside with me. "the number is 56."

we walked along a wide line of buses. smaller buses and abnormally large buses until number 56. it was a clean, normal bus with a friendly looked bus driver. "hello wyatt and friend!" the driver cheerfully greeted.

"hello, ms. bentley!" wyatt cheerfully replied, smiling with his pearly white teeth. "this is my friend, jaeden."

"hi," i timidly said, extending my hand. the driver reached for it and shook it with the force that her arm possessed.

wyatt and i took a seat on the nearly empty bus. the only passengers were a few freshman, and some juniors, a sophomore, and us.

due to the fact his bus is so small, the bus driver must not have a very hard time memorizing names. she seemed to know wyatt like her best friend.

the bus finally stopped in front of wyatt's house and i gasped. i basically had to take a double take. "wow... you have a huuuge house."

"yeah, it's only because my dad plays gambling games and stuff. he's not really being all that fair." he shrugged. "anyways, ready to work on chemistry homework?"

"you know it, wy-guy!" i laughed in my mind at the nickname i'd created. it was so cheesy but adorable at the same time. we walked up the gravel pathway, dragging our feet.

we walked into his huge house and hung our bookbags on the silver, metal coatrack. we held our chemistry textbooks in our arms and took a seat across from eachother at the wooden coffee table.

wyatt immediately opened his book and flipped to the homework. "jae, did you understand this one?" he asked, pointing his pencil tip to a lengthy problem on his paper. wait- he called me jae. is it possible to spam random letters with your voice?

"umm... i don't remember what i got for that one. you gotta like..." i grabbed his pencil to write, and he wrapped his hand around mine while i wrote. i could feel my face heating up.

he smiled up at me and whispered something in my ear. "you're blushing, jae." he giggled and kept writing the problem.

"um, i'm as straight as uhh... uncooked noodle?" i mentally facepalmed. what i say never ever comes out correctly in these types of situations.

"be honest with me," he sighed, dropping his pencil. "do you like me, like that?" he asked, tapping his fingers on the coffee table.

i nodded, biting my lip and feeling guilty for every breath i took. i just screwed myself. i screwed up real bad.

"it's okay," he paused. "there's a little something i need to tell you, too."