Marcus' P.O.V.
I sat in class, bored out of my mind. Ms Lewis was going on about some shit for English, that I for one didn't care about. I was gonna risk another detention and play a lil bit of Jetpack Joyride, but was distracted by his melting hazel (I think) eyes. They pulled me in like a vortex and I instantly got lost in them. I noticed him glance my way, only to avert his eyes after.
God what I'd do to feel his arms around me and his soft lips touching mine
I quickly snapped out of my trance to notice everyone's gaze focused on me.
"Well Marcus?" Snapped the teacher
I tried to play it cool
"Could you repeat the question, love?" I heard a portion of 902 snicker
"THAT'S IT DETENTION!"
I laughed and tried and not think about it too much, but I felt my face heat up after seeing his look of disappointment.
Luke's P.O.V.
"This is dumb" I stated
Because it was dumb
"C'mon man, it'll be hilarious" Stated the American
I get why people shipped us, Owen was basically my best friend. But at the end of the day, pretending to be straight was a hassle. Marcus was just so adorable and I just wanted to snuggle him and kiss his nose an-
"DUDE! ARE YOU GONNA DO IT OR NOT FOR GOD'S SAKES"
I thought about it. If I stood up and recited the whole of Nutbush City Limits in a posh accent at the top of my lungs, I could get a detention.
I could get a detention, aka a full Saturday with him.
"A CHURCH HOUSE GIN HOUSE
A SCHOOL HOUSE OUT HOUSE
ON HIGHWAY NUMBER NINETEEN
THE PEOPLE KEEP THE CITY CLEAN
THEY CALL IT
NUTBUSH OH NUTBUSH
CALL IT NUTBUSH CITY LIMITS"
Midway through, Mr Grantham turned around and did as I hoped he would
"GOD DAMMIT LUKE THAT'S A DETENTION"
The whole class looked shocked. I mean, I couldn't blame them, this was my first detention.
The Next Day; Marcus' P.O.V.
I had been sick the day before, so I got to skip the punishment, but to my dismay, I still had to spend a few hours in a hot room with kids who would slit my throat for crack.
5 minutes passed, and already I was ready for death to embrace me. Suddenly, the door shot open and, like a God, he of all people walked in. Well, I wouldn't exactly call it walking, he sort of strut to the front of the room where he glanced around a few seconds, noticed me, then decided to sit down into the vacant seat next to mine. Great.
Now, you'd think that having your crush walk in and sit next to you in class would be the best thing in the world, but let's get one thing straight, (lol gay jokes xD) it fucking sucks. You see, this wasn't just a class or anything, it was detention, aka literal hell aka where all the potheads and Soundcloud rappers spend their Saturdays. We couldn't talk or bond or anything, we had to sit in utter silence and do homework. It was unbearable.
"Let's just get this over with" I thought
Luke's P.O.V.
As soon as I sat down, I saw him visibly cringe.
"Oh God, he hates me." I thought
So, while trying not to break into tears, I began to stand up and move.
Just as I decided to do so, the supervisor or whatever you want to call them walked in. They were basically the warden of this prison. So, to try and be the mitochondria of this cell, I sat my ass down and dealt with this shit.
We worked and worked for what seemed like hours, but according to my clock was 40 minutes. I heard a distant rumbling noise and noticed that The Warden had fallen asleep. Typical. I turned to him and decided to start conversation.
"So... What's up" Oh God, why did I say that
To my surprise, he giggled and, obviously, it was absolutely adorable.
"I mean, literally nothing, unless you count writing a book report interesting"
He smiled that lovable toothy smile he always does. My heart fluttered.
I felt my face erupt into a wide grin, gently laughing, as to not wake The Warden.
Before I knew it, we were both quietly laughing manically, like little kids.
I guess I got carried away. In a trance almost. All I can say is I wasn't thinking when I did it.
"Your smile is so freaking adorable I swear to God it'll be the death of me."
We were both shocked by what I had just said. I tried to apologise and act like it was a joke but before I knew it, his lips were on mine. Or the other way around. It was hard to tell.
