Super creative title, I know.
---Justin's POV---
I had to get it for her, I just had to. I jiggled my knees nervously as I waited on the text.
Unknown Number: My bro said ur looking for a little something something for a certain someone
Unknown Number: Some girl u wanna b touching
Justin Laboy: Yeah
Justin Laboy: Yes
Unknown Number: Friday night game, bleachers, row 4, column 20 (left 2 right)
Justin Laboy: I'll be there.
Unknown Number: aight
Justin Laboy: Okay
I watched as the guy- or gal or neither- read my message. They weren't typing. I guess that was it. I felt a warm flicker in my chest at the prospect of Naomi noticing me for once when I got what she asked for.
Justin Laboy: Hey
Naomi <3: Hey
I hesitated, fingers frozen above the keys as I thought desperately for a reason to talk to her.
Justin Laboy: U wanna copy my hw?
Naomi <3: Yes pls
Quickly, I opened my folder and pulled out my homework, neat and complete. I cursed myself for not bringing it out before I texted her because now I had to pull it out and take a picture instead of having it ready. She was probably already getting bored.
Justin Laboy: [picture]
Naomi <3: Thx so much, xoxo
I felt my face flush as I grinned stupidly at the screen even though I knew it was only a casual thanks. Naomi was just like that.
Maybe if I got her this marijuana, I would finally catch her attention, more so than a regular classmate. As it was, she glanced at me like I would an A: not bad enough to hate, but not good enough to truly be satisfied with.
---Jeremy's POV---
"You know where to sit?" Michael looked at me, having at least the grace to look mildly guilty. Actually, I didn't mind, being literally willing to do anything he needed me to.
I just nodded, trying not to remember why he couldn't just go himself. He came out to me telling me he was gay and then went and dated my ex-girlfriend. What the actual fuck?
I couldn't meet his eyes. What if he was how much it hurt? I was glad my stop was next.
Michael moved in front of me so we were facing each other, pausing his music and slipping off his headphones in a single practiced motion, his hood slipping off with is so his caramel skin glowed. Fuck- I looked away, out the dreary window, wondering where the light that lit Micha's skin came from. Not the fucking gray sky, or the drizzle that had morphed into a downpour in 7th period.
"Are you ok? You're acting weird." I dropped my eyes, trying to avoid his warm brown ones.
Bad idea. His jeans hung loosely from his hips, reminding me of my dream last night. I blushed redder than the right Mountain Dew and looked back out the window. "Yeah." No. My mood was pouring rain, sun blocked by clouds of ex-girlfriend and mega crush together without me.
Even without touching him, I knew Micha's body was still tense with concern. Just let me out, I thought frantically.
Damn, why was I so fucking awkward? When the bud reached my stop, I dashed out, waving to Micha and matching his salute.
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