Coffee Shop around the corner
They had no reason to hide, really. Truthfully, they didn't. It wasn't like they were doing anything wrong, they had a reason to meet up and spend the next few hours together. And they wasn't hiding either. They were quite easy to find. So they weren't hiding (even if she felt like hiding), they had a reason to be sitting together and they weren't doing anything wrong. But the cosy atmosphere in the coffee shop they currently were at and the fact that he was sitting rather close to her with his head in his hand; leaning over the table and smirking at her made it look like something it was not.
He had a reason to be sitting beside her, and not across from her. He had moved to her side of the table because the books were on her side, and the now dirty dishes on his. And the waitress hadn't picked them up yet. She really did hope that the dishes would be colleted soon. She didn't like to have him so close, and would rather have as few people as possible to see them like this.
"It is the best we've come up with so far…" Brick trailed off. "Unless you wanna look it over again." Nodding to the assignment paper in her hand. It was hard to concentrate when he was sitting this close to her. What if someone saw them and got the wrong idea? Like Princess? She would never let it go and be a bigger pain than she already was.
She was tempted to do so; look over the assignment to see if his idea wouldn't work because he missed some essential part. But she had thought about the same idea (more or less) of a analysis of the impact of the glorious revolution had on the American revolution, and the impact that revolution in turned had on the French revolution before he suggested it. The fact that they had the same idea bothered her more than it probably should have done. After all, he was the only one in their class, who could compete with her grades and test result.
"No, it's good. We could probably take it all they way to the FN, since that organisation use parts of the rights decided in the three revolutions." He looked thoughtful at that. She didn't like to admit it, but if she had been paired up with Buttercup or Bubbles; they would have ended the history assignment at the French revolution.
"Yeah" Brick said, as the waitress showed up and took the empty plates. "It would show how something done and thought for three centuries ago is still in order."
"Anything else?" she asked.
"Coffee"
"Tea"
Brick moved to the other side again, to where he had been sitting while they were eating their cakes. That was one of the thing she was stressed about; studying was no excuse for cakes before they started the assignment, even if they were at a coffee shop. If they skipped the cakes they would be done sooner and could get out of each others faces. But no, he wanted cake and past assignments (her teachers liked it when they were paired together; just to see how far they would push each other) had thought her that he wouldn't bother to do anything until he had finished it.
Although, if her sisters had walked in on them; all they would have seen was the two of them in a date-like environment. They wouldn't see it as Blossom eating cake because she didn't want to sit empty-handed while Brick was eating his before they hit the books. Even though they know she was paired up with him. And they were bound to come in sooner or later, they always did.
"First of all we need to go through how the different revolutions happened, and why" Blossom said as Brick looked through the books to find the right chapters. In the corner of her eye, she could see her sisters entering the small coffee shop.
Buttercup nodded at Blossom as Bubbles dragged her over to their table, and frowned at the boy sitting across from her. Not that he seemed to care. In fact, during the ten years they have known the Jojo brothers, Brick have seemed indifferent and like he really couldn't care less for at least the latest four years. Unless he was competing with Blossom over something. Or insulting them.
"Blossom!" Bubbles beamed at her sister, turned away from the boy. Not that he cared. "Just talked to dad, we're having an Mexican evening tonight!" The waitress showed up with their drinks, which Buttercup groaned at hosting her school bag further up her shoulder. "So, you know. Don't sit here for to long, or we will start without you" Bubbles blinked at her. In her mind, she had just given her sister the best excuse she could think of to not spend anymore of Friday evening with Brick Jojo. Blossom smiled at her.
"It's a few weeks before we're turning the assignment in, so we're just going through what we'll do. I'm sure we're done before dinner." Blossom nodded at the books.
"Probably pretty soon if we could get back to it" Brick took a sip of his coffee. Buttercup, not wanting to spend time in any of the Jojo brother presence longer than necessary had already sat down at the counter. Buttercup watched as Bubbles sat down next to her. Her sister was going on about her upcoming date with a guy named Ted on the football team.
They didn't get along; she and her sisters with him and his brothers. Never had. And it didn't look bright on that matter of their future either. Brick played with his cup as Blossom went on about what they could write. Their was no other indicators that he was listening wept for some small comments every now and then. Fine by her; more he stayed silent, more she could decide.
"So Mexican, huh?" he said suddenly. Buttercup and Bubbles were heading out the door with a wave to their sister.
"Yeah, tacos. So anyway, how you want to divide this between us?"
"Tacos? Too bad, nachos and tequila is more promising for a Mexican evening." He was avoiding the question. Probably to spite her, they were almost done and she wanted to leave.
"We're seventeen, Brick. Do you want the glorious, the American or the French?"
"So? Live a little, Red"
"Don't call me that. I can take the French. Glorious or the American?"
"Big surprise. What's with you and that country?"
"Brick! Which revolution?" Blossom all but screamed. Brick smirked at her, he got what he wanted. Now maybe she could started packing up.
"Like it matter. I'll take the English one and we do the American together."
"It's called the glorious…"
"And took place in England or Great Britain or whatever, hence English…" Brick shrugged. He wasn't thrilled about working with her either, but at least he could get some fun out of it. She was pretty good at ignoring him (except about school stuff) and she was fun to tease. He could se her message her temples before putting away her books.
"We can meet up next week, see how far we come" Blossom said as she get up. Normally, with any other person, the response would be that the assignment wasn't due for ages. Brick simple shrugged and agreed with her. The only good thing about their competition was that he actually put effort in his school work and grades, so they could match or beat hers.
"So, Red…" Brick said as they walked out the coffee shops door and down the street.
"Don't call me that"
"Done the fourth question on the chemistry homework?" he continued, ignoring her protest against the name. Like he always did.
"Sure, quite tricky. I'm not telling." Feeling a bit proud for not saying something to help him, he always seemed to solve it even when she said something that was not even close to the answers.
"Don't need to, I'm already done!" he laughed at her shocked face as she stopped in her tracks beside her.
"Brick!" she started and caught up with him. A remark on the tip of the tongue when she realised something. "You don't even live this way!"
