Weren't nerds supposed to be all quiet and dorky and awkward? Staz had a problem understanding why his senior lab partner wasn't any of the above. Instead, Braz was an extremely talkative, popular, well dressed and attractive bespectacled boy. In other words he was hot.
There was only one problem, Staz thought as the older boy's cold fingers spidered up his arm.
"It's a fine day for chemistry, isn't it?" The baritone sent a shiver up Staz's spine, and it wasn't because it was sexy. Well, it was. But that wasn't the point. The guy was creepy as hell, always touching him and making strange science innuendo that Staz probably shouldn't have been able to understand as quickly as he did.
"Yeah. Sure. Whatever." Staz knew exactly what he was getting at. He just chose to ignore him to a certain extent.
"Sooooooooo." There it was. Staz could feel it, and he was prepared for it.
"What?" If he played the dumb card, he'd let up a little.
"Wanna go out sometime? We could go see that new vampire mo-" And there it was.
"No."
"Go out with me."
"No."
"Go out with me"
"No."
"Go out with me."
"No."
Cue the mind games.
"No."
What.
"Go out with me."
Wait a second…
"It's a date, then."
Staz pretended not to see the girls at the neighboring lab station fiddling with their phones, probably tweeting and trying to sneak pictures of his frustrated blush and Braz's smug grin as if it was something new.
"I hate you."
Sunlight glared over Braz's glasses and Staz was temporarily blinded.
"Sure you do."