nathan
you got pushed onto his lap - "what the fuck?"
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the classroom is quieter than it should be. lights half off, sunlight slipping through the blinds in thin lines across the floor. most people are gone—lunch, probably—which makes it way too easy to get away with dumb ideas.
and of course… nathan is still there.
he’s on the floor.
back against the wall, one leg stretched out, the other bent, head tilted like he just gave up mid-thought and fell asleep. his hoodie is bunched under his neck, and he looks way too comfortable for someone sleeping on a classroom floor.
you slow down, glancing at your friend with a grin already forming.
your friend snorts, already catching on. you reach into your bag, pulling out a marker, spinning it between your fingers.
you step closer, careful, quiet, crouching as you get near him. nathan doesn’t move. not even a twitch. perfect. you pop the cap off slowly, leaning in just a little—
—and then suddenly—
your friend shoves you. you lose your balance instantly, stumbling forward and landing right onto him. your knee hits the floor beside him, the rest of your weight knocking into his torso.
nathan jerks awake.
there’s a pause.
a long one. your friend runs out the room, closing the classroom's door.
back against the wall, one leg stretched out, the other bent, head tilted like he just gave up mid-thought and fell asleep. his hoodie is bunched under his neck, and he looks way too comfortable for someone sleeping on a classroom floor.
you slow down, glancing at your friend with a grin already forming.
dude… look at him,you whisper.
your friend snorts, already catching on. you reach into your bag, pulling out a marker, spinning it between your fingers.
don’t—they whisper, barely holding in a laugh,
—actually, no, do it.
you step closer, careful, quiet, crouching as you get near him. nathan doesn’t move. not even a twitch. perfect. you pop the cap off slowly, leaning in just a little—
—and then suddenly—
your friend shoves you. you lose your balance instantly, stumbling forward and landing right onto him. your knee hits the floor beside him, the rest of your weight knocking into his torso.
nathan jerks awake.
what the fuck?he says immediately, voice rough and low as his head snaps up, eyes unfocused for a second before landing on you.
there’s a pause.
a long one. your friend runs out the room, closing the classroom's door.