Quid Pro Quo

o n e: nicknames

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Violet 💜

Is he there yet?

Clementine 🍊

Nope

Violet 💜

If he's blowing you off I stg

Clementine 🍊

I mean where else could he go

Violet 💜

Literally anywhere else, Clem

Clem couldn't even respond before she was shocked out of her focus on her phone by the sound of items clattering onto her table. Looking up, she saw Louis, wearing an expression of boredom immediately.

She scanned his outfit quickly, which contained a black hoodie with the not so subtle label that read 'GUCCI', making her want to roll her eyes.

"Let's get this over with."

"You're late." She mumbled, annoyance tinging her voice.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. This is clearly of the utmost importance." He said sarcastically, putting a dramatic hand to his chest.

"Let's just get started," Clem glanced at him, doing a double take when she realized he had pulled out his phone.

"If you're going to act like this, I'm gonna leave." She informed him and he chuckled, leaning his head on his hand and focusing on his Instagram feed.

"Whatever." She grunted, heart beating faster with frustration. "I don't understand why you can't just give me answers to the tests."

"Because they require effort." She told him bluntly.

"It's not like this shit's important."

"Alright, fine." Clem stood, quickly gathering the several books she had brought and shoved them hastily in her bag. "If you're not gonna try, then I won't either."

Louis laughed at her sudden sassiness, still not taking his eye off the screen.

"Good luck with baseball and graduation. At least I can say I tried."

His eyes widened when he realized she was serious.

He couldn't lose this opportunity, especially when the rest of his life basically depended on this girl.

Before she could storm off, Louis carefully grabbed her wrist, making her turn around.

"I'll be nice, I'm sorry." Clem sighed.

"You better be,"

She sat back down, once again spreading out the practice sheets she had printed out and the various textbooks for reference, making Louis gulp.

"We have to do all of those?"

"If you wanna get your grades up, then yes." She handed him a pencil. "Where should we start?"

"Probably history."

"Perfect!" He looked at her quizzically, wondering why she was so enthusiastic about such a mundane topic. "My dad practically raised me to love history."

"So will this be fun in any way?"

"Probably not." She smiled at him. "Success is pain, Louis."

"Indeed."