𝗕𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗼 Shorts

ღ BSK - Sp x OC - 9

I startled, drawing my shoulder away from him, but he was unfazed.

"You've interested me from the moment I met you, with your attitude and high grade class reports," he said, applying another butterfly stitch as if he wasn't rendering me speechless. "How could I not be interested in you? There. Done."

He turned to busy himself with putting away the first aid kit while I let that sink in.

"Spotty... thank you," I decided to say, finally, when he came back in.

He shrugged, not looking me in the eye. "It wasn't too hard-"

I pushed off of the bed and smiled softly.

"Thank you for telling Teacher to flush the toilets earlier," I elaborated. "It completely decimated them."

He gave me a wry grin. "Don't get you hopes up. Teacher has a load of aliens on the detention deck, writing lines."

"Really?"

"Mm." He shrugged. "Well, 'Erbert said so, so probably not."

"Oh don't be so mean!" I exclaimed, hiding a smile.

"Excuse you! You're the one who's been calling me names since we met, sweets!"

I crossed my arms and faced him dead-on. "And you have a new obsession with calling me sweets," I accused.

"Sorry."

"Sorry?"

"For calling you sweets," he said, lowering his head.

"Uhhhh..." I was completely perplexed. Was that guilt I saw? "It's okay?"

"I really am sorry," he insisted, looking up at me. His eyes were wide, and wet.

I frowned, taking a half-step back in confusion. The heavy feeling on my chest made me feel like it was my fault. And really, what was the matter with a silly pet name? "Uh, yeah. It's fine. I don't mind. I kind of liked it," I added, wanting to wipe that dejected look off of his face.

Suddenly, he blinked, and went back to looking like normal - a triumphant grin spread across his face and he did a victory yell. "Ha! I knew I could get you to agree!" He cried gleefully, pointing at me and laughing. "The wide-eyes trick never goes wrong-"

I realised all too late that he had been forcing himself to almost cry, and I felt all the more stupid for it.

"You ass!" Pretending to be furious, I pushed him in the chest, and he teetered backwards, caught himself, and then toppled forwards, straight into me. My knees hit the back of the bed and I fell back, Spotty's hands planting themselves either side of my head to catch himself, and we both stared at each other in silence for a moment before he broke out into a grin.

"Well hello. Fancy meeting you here?" He said cheekily.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, funny that, you idiot-"

"Please don't insult me again," he said, frowning.

Smiling wickedly, I reached up a hand to stoke his jaw in mock affection. "Awh, is your infwated ego scared of being cawled names?" I cooed, giggling.

His Adam's Apple bobbed. "Only by the girl I like," he replied.

My hand froze against his cheek. I swallowed thickly, staring up at him. "What?" I finally managed to say.

He didn't reply, but leaned down, his gaze flickering to my lips then back up to my eyes. I stilled, my heart rate skyrocketing; I shouldn't have wanted it to happen as much as I did. He was an ass, an idiot, my idiot-

I regained my voice only to say, "Spotty, wha-"

And then his eyes closed and his lips brushed against mine, soft and entirely opposite to his character, and I resisted for only a second before I closed my eyes and my hand moulded to the curve of his cheek and I leaned up to kiss him slightly harder.

He pulled away a moment later, and I refrained from pouting.

"See? That wasn't so bad," he said.

His cheeks flushing, he pushed up off of the bed and grabbed the first aid bag, zipping it quickly and disappearing off to the bathroom to put it away.

Groggily, I pushed myself up onto my elbows and tilted my head back, closing my eyes. "Oh god. I feel like I've woken up in a parallel universe," I muttered to myself.

"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?"

I startled and my eyes snapped open. "I'm not sure," I answered truthfully, eyeing him.

"Let it be good, then." He held out his hand to help me up, and I took it. He but when I was on my feet he kept pulling, until my cheek was pressed against his chest.

"You're so damn tall," I complained into his T shirt.

I felt his chest resonate with his laughter. "And you're so small. But thats okay, it means I can do this." Spotty pressed his lips against the top of my head, making me feel smaller than ever.

"Stop it you sop," I chastised, smacking his chest by my cheek. "I still hate you."

"Hate me?"

I nodded. "Loathe you. A little bit less than before, 'cause I didn't expect you could give nice hugs." My voice came out a little muffled, so I angled my face away to add: "You know, because you're usually lacking in things like empathy."

"Well, a little bit less is less than before is an improvement. And since you've soaked my jumper through, we should both take off our tops and cuddle some more," he said suggestively. "Work on that loathing together."

I pushed away from his chest, shaking my head violently. "Nope, nope. I was wrong. I still hate you. With a passion."

He raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "A burning passion?"

I scowled and grabbed his shoulders, rising up on tip-toe to press my lips against his.

"Shut up, you idiot," I groused when I broke away.

His satisfied smirk was infuriating. "Why don't you make me?"