@SaltyLasagna
(skip or nah?)
(skip or nah?)
(Skip, but to when?)
(idk, up to you. Maybe to the next day, and they try to avoid each other but end up put in a school project/paired up in something somehow?
I'm ready for some gay shenanigans)
(Lol sounds good)
(alrighty, you wanna start or should I?)
(Can you?)
(yeah sure, I'll have to do it when I get home though)
(Okay)
The next day, Samil walked in looking more exhausted than ever. His encounter with the shy, drunk kid had emotional drained him, and on top of that, he had to go out searching for his mother again that night. He collapsed into his usual seat at the back of the biology classroom, letting his head fall into his hands as he closed his eyes.
The teacher said something about a project, and being assigned partners, but Samil wasn't exactly listening. His brain was too foggy with sleep deprivation, and he also didn't particularly care about science.
Jacob was in so much trouble when he had gotten, that was until he burst into sobs and she just held him all night. he just promised that he would never go out again and he certainly wasn't going to complain about that.
The next day he walked into his class, eyes still slightly puffy. He sat away from everyone as far as he could an got out his notebook. He visibly paled when the teacher mentioned a group project. Who could he be with? He looked around the room until his gaze fell of Samil. He had been kind to him. Maybe he would want to pair up. he quietly walked over to him. "D-do y-you w-want t-to b-be m-my p-partner?"
Samil raised his head, squinting at the kid in front of him. Him again? he thought bitterly, but feeling slightly guilty at the thought. Jacob hadn't done anything wrong, there was no reason for Samil to be angry.
"Partners? Why, what are we doing?" Samil's tone wasn't exactly harsh when he spoke, but it definitely wasn't soft and kind like last night.
Jacob hunched in on himself when Samil spoke. It made him want to curl up in a ball in the corner. "F-f-for t-the p-p-project." Jacob's stuttering got worse as he got more nervous. Why hadn't his mother let him stay home for the day?
"Oh, fuck," Samil groaned. A school project was the last thing he needed right now. "Yeah, sure, we can be partners. Come sit down, lightweight."
Jacob flushed at the nickname but sat down anyways. He held onto his backpack. It was like a safety blanket for him. He felt calmer when he had it with him.
Samil cleared his throat, looking over at him. "So… what exactly are we doing? Because I was very much asleep until just now."
(I have no idea what the project should be)
(All I know is that I want cute gay shit and secret kisses)
(Well I had something called the plant project in bio sophomore year. Basically I had to collect different plants, identify them, and put them in a binder)
(We can do that so then we can get to cute gay floof)
(yeah lol
they'd literally be picking flowers together lmao)
(fuck yes
making out at the back of the school, jacob blushing the entire time
sneaky kisses and pure forehead kisses)
(so lets hurry up and get there.)
(fklsjfdlgkj yes)
"I-i-it's a p-p-plant p-project." Jacob handed Samil the paper that had all the details on it. It was easier that way them him trying to explain it with his stutter.
Samil glanced over it, feeling his headache get worse with each complicated looking science word he read. "Um… okay. I have no fucking clue where to start, I usually put off projects until the day before."
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