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Danny swung his bag over his shoulder and wearily made his way to Math. He wasn’t exactly in the mood to sit in a stuffy classroom and immerse himself into a surd stemmed stupor. The drone of his teacher wasn’t going to to do anything to help his crabby mood at all. He was late as well.
Screw it. He’d skip class.
Danny knew he would probably regret it when his parents got a call asking why he wasn’t present for the last two periods, but he was too grumpy and tired to care. Rotating one foot and heading out into the car park, Danny started planning his impromptu free time. He could always risk sneaking home and praying he didn’t get caught by parents.
"Skipping class, Mahealani? I am surprised.”
Ethan Wolfe’s mocking drawl made Danny stop dead and he sighed. Thankfully, he had a pretty good tactic for pissing Ethan off.
"What do you want, Aiden?"
"Ethan," Ethan corrected with a scowl.
Danny privately applauded himself on scoring a point in their little snark war. Ethan was well known as a kind of ‘bad boy’ and usually Danny is crazy attracted to bad boys. It’s a condition. The problem is that Ethan’s also kind of an asshole and Danny kind of is a little irritated by him 98.99% of the time. They trade barbs and snarks and frustratingly, Ethan always seems to come out on top.
Ugh, that image shouldn’t please Danny so much.
"Whatever." Danny turned away once again, his patience fast wearing thin. Ethan jogged up to walk beside him.
"So why’re you skipping class?"
"No reason." Danny said dully, attempting to brush Ethan off.
"Aw come on, a good boy like you missing out on his oh-so important education? I’m shocked."
"Whatever." Danny said again.
"Hey, I mean, I couldn’t stand to sit through class, but that’s just me being lazy. But a good boy like you - "
"Stop calling me a good boy."
"Why?" Ethan grinned widely, wickedly. "Because you’re a naughty boy?"
"Ew, Ethan."
"I’m not hearing you deny it."
Flushing pink, Danny scowled and shoved open the door and trotted out into the car lot, Ethan on his heels. He reached into his pocket for his keys, aware that Ethan was watching him intently.
"So you’re just gonna go home?"
"Yeah, probably."
"You don’t wanna hang out?"
Danny snorted. “With you?” Ethan had made it his life’s ambition to wind Danny up at every turn and seemed to take pleasure in mocking him mercilessly. They’d first met in English class, they’d been seated together; from day one, Ethan would tease him about everything from his painstakingly tidy handwriting to his habit of scribbling down notes on a stack of postits he kept handy. The worst thing about it though was Danny kind of liked Ethan’s smug smirk and the way he just noticed everything about Danny. The way his eyes lingered when Danny would stoop over to pick something up, the way he would make lewd, salacious comments and then laugh raucously.
He’d had one too many fantasies of Ethan just bending him over the desk and fucking him, raw and animalistic and after, kissing him with that stupid smirk still on his lips -
Wow, he’s getting side tracked by his stupid teenage libido.
"With me." Ethan said simply, like he wasn’t the source pretty much all of Danny’s frustrations (admittedly both normal and sexual) he probably knew Danny had a hate-crush on him and was exploiting it to tease him further. It was the kind of thing Ethan would do.
"I’m going to pass, thanks."
"But we love hanging out together!"
Danny frowned. “The only time we ever associate with each other is in English and that’s because we have to.”
“Well, I’m gonna change that.”
"Again, I’ll pass." Danny prayed he wasn’t blushing. He couldn’t risk ‘hanging out’ with Ethan and having his crush completely exposed. The ensuing humiliation would be totally unbearable.
"Oh."
Did Ethan look hurt by that? Yeah. He actually looked kind of hurt at Danny’s rejection. Maybe it’s because Ethan’s screwed every gay guy in a hundred mile radius and isn’t used to rejection. Yeah. He can’t actually like Danny.
"So." Ethan swallowed and looked away. "I’ll just go."
Ethan slowly walked away, any trace of his usually cocky confidence gone. It was a little unnerving to see Ethan so suddenly subdued.
Suddenly, Danny decided to take a risk. What’s life without a little risk, right?
(Probably a lot less worrying, actually, but whatever. Ethan’s hot and Danny actually might stand a wild chance)
"I’m kidding." Danny said in an oddly squeaky voice. "About the passing."
Ethan halted and frowned. “What?”
"I wanna hang out."
Ethan’s face brightened and he actually bounced a little, which was fucking adorable - not a word Danny ever thought he’d use in association with Ethan. He grinned giddily.
"So." Ethan began, drawing closer. "What do you want to do?"