@CWPoofToxicRush
((Sure))
((Sure))
(After class?)
((Sounds good!))
(Your start or mine?)
((Could you???))
(I would, but I'm a little brain dead at the moment.)
((Okay I can do it then))
(Thank you)
Eric stretched when he stood at the end of the class, grabbing his bag.
Jackson stood up with Eric and swung his bag up onto his back, "Thank god that's over with."
Eric nodded. "I know… and Mr. Smith is absent…" He muttered.
"Isn't he the chemistry teacher?" Jackson asked.
"Yeah. The cool one I have this period." He said, frowning.
"Ouch," Jackson winced a little as he started towards the door, "Probably doing worksheets."
"Yeah…" He said, sighing. "Think I might skip…"
"I don't blame you honestly," Jackson walked out of the door and let out a sigh, "I best be getting to class."
Eric gave him a small smile. "See ya later?"
"Definitely," Jackson gave him a grin.
Eric waved, heading up to the janitor's closet on the third floor.
Jackson waved back and continued on his way to English.
Eric slipped into the closet, sitting on the floor and digging out his phone.
Jackson realized he never got Eric's number, that might be nice to have.
Fuck, I never got his number, dumbass… He face palmed.
Jackosn let out a sigh and sat down next to Lillian, who immediately groaned, "What is it today?"
"I forgot to get his number," Jax muttered.
"Really? You're upset over that?" Lil asked back.
"Yes."
"God, your an idiot."
"I'm well aware, but I'm an idiot with a," he glanced around the room to see if anyone was paying attention to their conversation before saying quietly, "boyfriend."
"Wait really? You finally did it?"
"Yes," Jackson muttered regretting this decision already.
"Okay, spill then," Lillian told him leaning in close.
Eric fooled around on the internet, trying not to doze off.
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