Jack's point of view
"What do you mean he's coming over to your house?!" Wyatt squeaked, almost jumping across the lunch table to beat me up or something. Jaeden held him by the back of his shirt and patted him on the back.
"Mr. Heaton paired us! It's not my fault!" I helped back, flinching at his sudden movement.
Jaeden frowned, shaking his head. "Ask him to change it!"
I didn't mention the bathroom situation, or how I secretly liked being paired with Finn. He was the only person in the class I knew, and he seemed like he genuinely wanted to be my friend.
I made up some bullshit excuse instead. "He said we can't. But I'll be fine! I'll get the work done and kick him out, I'll be texting you guys the whole time."
Jeremy looked the calmest while everyone else basically pulled their hair out. Damn, high school drama is really tough. "You better, cause if not we'll show up at your house."
I nodded slowly, making a note to keep my phone on me at all times.
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I practically ran home, grateful that my parents were still at work and scrambling to fix up my room before Finn arrived.
I made my bed, shoved all the clothes I had laying on the floor into the closet, and fixed the mess of sketches and pencils on my desk, making sure to close my sketchbook that held my latest drawing that totally wasn't Finn.
The doorbell rang at 3:45, the exact time I had given him in class, and I fixed my shirt and adjusted my jeans before running downstairs and throwing open the door.
Why are you so worried about impressing this fuckboy?
Finn's point of view
I swear I almost cried when Mr. Heaton announced the pairs for the next project.
I got to hang out with the most gorgeous human being on the planet while doing the second thing I loved doing most, right after fucking; schoolwork.
Fucking nerd.
I made sure to put on a little bit of extra lip gloss and the tightest jeans I owned before going to Jack's house, which he had invited me to. Like, at this rate I'll be fucking him today and getting my money tomorrow.
He answered the door seconds after me ringing the bell. He was red faced, his curly hair seeming to bounce as he skipped up the stairs leading to his room like a little kid.
"H-here's my room," he presented, opening the door for me. "It's not much."
It was a tumblr aesthetic room. It had white walls, white bedding, white everything except for tiny little white lights with black wires. "It's beautiful," I started, sitting on his comfortable bed. "But then again, you are too."
Again, I had never, ever said anything like that to anyone. His whole vibe made me go out of my mind, making me do and say things I'd never done for any other bet I'd made.
Wow, you really want to fuck him.
He stuttered for a minute, trying to come up with a response, but eventually just giving up as he sat at his best desk and picked up his phone that had been buzzing so much that it nearly fell off the white surface.
"Popular much?" I smirked, watching his face change with every text he read. He looked progressively more amused as he scrolled through the plethora of notifications he had received.
"Uh, n-no, just a group chat my friends put me in," he laughed nervously, acting way different than he had in the bathroom earlier. His confidence had faltered and he was just a stuttering little boy now.
