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Grease and glasses

50s au with Andrew/Steven and Eugene/Zach on the side. Enjoy

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The bell rang signaling the end of third period as Shane combed his greased hair. He watched as students flooded the hallways and noise filled the space that had been silent only moments before. The same cluster of skirts and cardigans swam around him, "See any birds?"

Shane turned to watch his friend stub out his cigarette, it was a habit Shane hadn't taken up and wasn't in a hurry to start. Brent had been smoking since forever and you could smell it on him when he walked into a room "Yeah, I'm looking at the biggest bird brain right now."

The other two chuckled, Eugene and Andrew, Brent sent them a quick glare, "You know Madej, you should watch that tongue. One day it's gonna get you in trouble."

"One can dream, see you guys later," Shane said walking away, slinging his leather jacket over his shoulder. Brent scoffed and turned to the other two who were more interesting chatting with themselves than Brent. Shane wonders if he knows they call him Bront half the time behind his back.

Shane wondered when he'd realize no one actually liked him, just scared of him. Same time Shane got the balls to leave their piss poor excuse for a gang. Shane knew the other two didn't find the same thrill they did while being dicks as they had when they were younger. Now it just felt wrong and tiresome.

If Shane was a braver person he'd stop the tough guy act behind. If Shane—

Shane was cut off mid-thought when he collided with another body. A plume of papers and books when up in the air before scattering across the floor. The person he hit was already on the floor trying to collect all his dropped possessions, "Hey watch where you're going buddy," Shane sneered.

"Me? You're the idiot that hit me," the voice replied. Shane blinked, no one in this school has the guts to talk to him like this. Who was this kid? "Are you gonna stand there or are you gonna help me?"

Shane slowly crouched down and started collecting papers. He didn't know what else to do. He wasn't use to things going like this.Usually, if this happened the person would stutter out an apology and Shane would keep walking. Shane stands holding a mess of papers and a heavy book. The mystery boy stands then also and Shane is positive the world around them stopped.

Wow.

He's breathtaking.

He looks mad.

And he's talking.

"Are you gonna stand there all day or can I have my stuff?" the boy said impatiently.

"Huh?" Shane replied dumbly waiting for his brain to turn back on and stop focusing on the soft brown of the boy's eyes.

"The bell rang. Come on please give me my stuff. It's my first day and I gotta get to class!"

Shane opened his mouth before looking over the boy's shoulder and seeing Brent approaching. He quickly shoved the content into the boy's hands, "Here, get lost."

Now the boy looked confused but started walking away nonetheless, "Gosh, you act like I was the one making this last longer than need be."

Shane turned to watch the boy run off, presumably to class and around the corner. Shane jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder, "Who the fuck was that?"

Shane spared Brent a glance, "No idea. Some new kid."

Brent hummed pulling out his carton and shake a cigarette out, "Do we need to show him his place?"

Shane shook his head, "Let him go. I'm sure he'll learn."

Brent screwed his eyebrows together, looking ready to question his sudden soft heart when they heard someone clear their throat behind them. The both spun to face Miss. Brunson looking at them with a stern face, "Mister Madej, Mister Bennett don't you have classes to be attending?"