Get A Room!

~:*:~ One Hundred ~:*:~

Nate

It had been days since my flower arrangement scheme. I had followed it up with numerous meals together, hand holding around campus, and I continued to surprise him with gifts such as an oversized teddy bear and a classic John Cusack moment where I blasted a carefully selected playlist from my laptop below his window. Basically, it was painfully obvious that I was hitting on him with the intention of becoming boyfriends.

But Paxton remained publically silent to the idea. Sure, he would always thank me for the food and gifts, he never pulled away when I touched him, and he became giddy with delight each time I surprised him with another loving gesture. BUT he never said, 'okay, you've proven your devotion to me', or 'I miss being with you', or even 'yes, I'll be your boyfriend". I was getting a little impatient, feeling like all my efforts weren't hitting the mark as Paxton continued to treat me as nothing more than a friend.

But I know for sure that he wanted to be more. He had to be craving my kisses as much as I was craving his. I wanted us to become lovers once more, and this time I was going to show him that I didn't care who knew about it! All that mattered was our love for each other.

Paxton was in a lecture hall that seated over 150 students, and it seemed that every freshman in the class decided to show up today despite the early hour. I kicked open the double doors that opened beside the professor's podium, causing just enough of a ruckus to garner everyone's attention as the professor abruptly stopped his lesson.

"Young man, you can't just barge in here in the middle of class! Show some decorum and take your seat quietly." The professor demanded angrily.

"This isn't my class." I retorted breezily as I made my way to the center-front of the room, scanning the murmuring students who sat before me.

"Then get out of my classroom!"

"Not yet, prof! I've got a bone to pick with one of your students."

"That can wait until after-"

"YOU!" I cut the professor off as I finally found Paxton in the crowd. He sunk deeper into his chair, mortified that I was making such a scene. I wasn't about to let him hide away so easily. "I'm talking to YOU, PAXTON!"

The freshmen that recognized his name began to turn in their seats to get a good look at his reaction. Soon everyone could tell who I was here for, and then a sudden flurry of flashes from camera phones bombarded the scene as people began to record our entire interaction.

I stomped up the steps towards Paxton's row, which was halfway up the lecture hall and off to the side. I continued to ignore the professor's cries of protest, knowing that I had already created such a commotion amongst the students that it would just be easier to let me finish.

"So Paxton... do you not love me anymore, or what?!"

Obviously I knew he still did, but I was just trying to get a rise out of him with this accusation. The students let out a collective 'Ooooohhhhhh' in amusement as Paxton turned an embarrassing shade of red.

I went on, "I know I was an asshole before, but you've got to admit that I've been doing my damnedest to prove myself to you! I've apologized profusely, I've showered you with gifts, I've taken you out on public dates, and I've even told you that I love you multiple times! And here I am saying it publically again!" I gestured around to our audience, both the physical people and the online viewers that were certainly watching this livestream. "I LOVE YOU, PAXTON!" I shouted loudly for all to hear. I was met with a lively cheer of approval, a handful of cat-calls and whistles, and even a few freshmen squeals as they professed their devotion to our ship, whatever the hell that means. When everyone quieted down a bit, I asked Paxton directly, "So what else can I do to make you love me again?!"