First Punch ➟ Kellic

T W E N T Y E I G H T

Ugh, is the only thing going through my mind as I walk into the school on Monday morning. Well, morning might be a bit of a stretch since it's almost 11. At least I'm here in time for calculus, otherwise Jake would probably kick my ass. Not that I would mind. Shit. I need to stop that or something's gonna slip.

I make my way to my locker, not looking forward to lunch since I know no matter where I end up it's gonna be terrible. I feel bad, but I don't really want to sit with Jake. I mean I do, but his friends stress me out and piss me off so much that I'm not sure if I can bear it again. Sitting by myself is just torture though. It's either boring sitting anywhere other than the caf, and in the caf I'm aching for Jake who's just out of my reach. What the fuck am I gonna do?

I try to ignore my thoughts as I walk into the calculus room. I'm one of the last to enter, meaning Mrs Turner's already there and so is Jake. I smile at him, butterflies fluttering inside of me as he looks up and smiles back.

"Hey," I whisper, dropping into my seat.

"Hey," he whispers back, nudging me lightly with his elbow.

"How was your weekend?" I casually ask, flipping open my book in the process.

Jake shrugs, looking at me flirtatiously, "Could've been better."

I laugh, glancing around to see if anyone heard him. Not that they would even read into it that way, but I can't help myself from being paranoid.

"How was yours? Anything crazy happen?" he wonders.

"No," I reply, chuckling as I shake my head. "Unless you consider 16 hours of GTA crazy."

"Maybe not crazy, but definitely impressive."

I just laugh again, the pair of us falling into silence as we actually pay attention. Mrs Turner walks us through a few example questions, and I find myself lulled into this peaceful state. I've never been content at school before, yet here I am sitting in this quiet room copying down a lesson I actually understand beside my favourite person in the world. I'm happy.

I look over at Jake and smile, loving the butterflies I feel as he turns to look at me. He smiles back, whispering, "What?"

I simply shrug, not having a reason. I just wanted to look at him. He chuckles, shaking his head and looking back to the front, his hand casually falling to my knee.

"I hate you," he says in a quiet voice, copying down the few lines he'd missed. Everything about the moment makes me even happier. I like that he's so comfortable with me, and me with him. I like that we found a way to make this work despite our lack of alone time. Most of all, I never thought I'd have a relationship like this. I never thought I'd feel loved. I know Jake doesn't love me. We're no where near love, but he makes me feel...I don't know. He makes me feel like he loves me. Even if it's an illusion, I'll take it. It feels so fucking good.

The calculus period seems to fly by, Mrs Turner actually making sense and Jake's hand gradually slipping to my inner thigh. At one point, I can't handle it anymore and drop my pencil as I take his hand. He smiles at me, adjusting his grip to be more comfortable and making me blush. Fuck me. I better not mess this up because if I lose this feeling...I can't go back to what just felt like two minutes feeling like 3 hours.

"You just want me to copy down the notes for you, don't you?" he asks, smirking at me teasingly as he pulls my notebook over. I roll my eyes, even if I find it cute.

"Fine. If that's how you're gonna be, I'll do it myself," I decide, dropping his hand and going for my pen. I knew Jake wasn't serious though, so he immediately grabs it from me and I smile.