Math

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Walking into math class, you saw Lucas across the room, lounging in a seat with his arms crossed. As you drew closer, the individual strands of his chocolatey hair, unusually messy today, became visible. His plucked eyebrows were drawn together, and you noticed his lean jaw was tense, pulling his clean shaven skin taut over his high cheekbones. He was gazing at the desk in front of him.

"Hey." Snapping his head to face you, Lucas's mouth slid into a grin at the sight of his friend.

"Good morning. Changed your mind yet?" He asked you, sitting up and resting his dimpled chin on his hands as he leaned towards you.

A noise of playful annoyance escaped your lips. Lucas asked you this question every day. Asked it jokingly, you were pretty sure. "No, I'm not going gay for you."

"Okaaaay." Lucas drew out the word as if he was unconvinced by your rejection. "But if you ever want to double check that you're straight, I'm always available for a little experimentation." He gave you a saucy wink as he said it, and you felt a fierce blush rise in your cheeks.

You turned to open your bag to hide your blushing cheeks, and pulled out your math textbook, as well as your sketchbook.

Lucas let out a little noise of excitement upon seeing the sketchbook. "Draw anything interesting lately?" He asked as he leaned halfway out of his chair to flip open the book. His eyes scanned the pages closely and he looked up at you, waiting for you to answer.

"Just some portrait work and stuff... nothing really that interesting." Your cheeks were still a bit red. You appreciated his sincere interest in your drawing, but you couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed by it. Especially considering what you had actually been drawing.

"Can I see them?"

"W-Well, they aren't really that good, you don't want to—"

"Alright, quiet down everyone and lets get started," Mr. Johnson said as he entered the room. For the second time this morning you had been saved by a teacher.

Lucas let go of your book and reluctantly slid his torso back into his seat. But you thought he looked a bit happier than before as the lesson began.

The rest of the school day passed without anything noticeable happening. Lucas asked to look at your latest sketches again, but you had moved your book to your locker by that point. And Blake gave you a nasty look during lunch, but would never actually bother you in such a crowded space.

As you made your way to your locker at the end of the day, you thought you were in the clear. That the day had ended blissfully uneventful. But just before you could shut your locker and head out, you felt a hand land on your shoulder.