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// there's a character not from yoi in this chapter who's called steve

and i love him almost as much as i love the single mother steve harrington //

shit.

it was the first math class since phichit had run from chris giacometti's house, leaving leonardo dicaprio dying on the screen in front of him.

chris himself was chewing his pencil so intensely he was wondering how one would rectify a splinter in the tongue, watching the classroom door all the while without blinking.

"you're scaring me - " said a kid from the desk next to him chris didn't respond.

you idiot.
you fucking idiot.

why the fucking fuck did you kiss him?

" - just so you know."

chris managed to turn his eyes away from the door to look at the kid sat next to him.

he had to mentally remind himself to blink.

"are you high?" the kid asked, eyebrow raised.

it was more than a few seconds before chris had the wherewithal to shake his head.

fuck this.

he looked back at the door, and got irritated when the desk on his other side was still empty. he could see seung-gil lee sitting in the classroom across the hall and his shirt seemed to shrink around the collar.

shit.
shit.
shit.

fuck.

he realised the kid next to him and been talking the entire time.

"yes," he said flippantly, slamming his hands on his desk, "yes, i'm high off my ass. the fuck do you care... - "

he hesitated when he realised that he had no idea who the kid was. he trailed off awkwardly and considered going back to chewing his pencil into scraps of yellow and black paint. the kid scoffed.

"you don't know my name?"

chris was wondering how the situation could get any worse; people were turning to look, and phichit's desk was still empty.

he was half-expecting phichit to show up in thigh highs and garters by that point, just to make things worse.

getting turned on in maths.
in front of his boyfriend.
splendid.

"how can you not know my name?" the kid went on, and chris thanked mary, jesus, joseph and matty healy that victor wasn't in his math class; he could imagine the tears running down his face at the sight of how annoyed and embarrassed chris was getting.

"but i've been sitting next to you in math for three years," the kid exclaimed, and chris wasn't so much irritated anymore, but more sort of sad. he looked away from the kid and didn't look at the door. instead, he thought about watching phichit chulanont acting in the boys' changing room and bit his lip.

"alright - "

chris looks up as the math teacher walked in, and made store to eye contact with the dark-haired boy in the baby blue sweater who followed him into the classroom.

fuck.

phichit returned chris's stare, and almost forgot to move away from the door, which ha snow closed behind him. he broke away and made his way over to his desk with his head down. chris heard some dull droning about algebra from the front of the class as phichit took out his books and fought hard to keep his gaze on the gun stuck on the leg of his desk.