jey's face is ruby red. he immediately looks down, fingers scratching the back of his neck. he lets out a small, breathy laugh, causing benji to smile.
"m-my number. yes, you can-n h-have my numb-e-er."
benji's chest rises at his accent, and he grins as he slides him his phone from within his pocket. he unlocks it, handing it to jorge, who shakily presses in his digits. he hands it back, blushing, a small smile spread over his face.
"t-text me?" benji nods and exits the room, leaving a breathless jey standing there. the cute jock boy had just asked for his number. then he shakes his head, reprimanding his overly-excited behavior. benji just said he wants to talk more, nothing to it.
meanwhile, a grinning benji practically skips to his locker. the beautiful vanilla boy had given him his number. of course, benji thinks, lowering his high, he asked for it. it just means he wants to talk more, nothing to it.
