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Lunch

Michael nudged his best friend, who had been failingly aiming the straw to his mouth while looking at something in the distance. Blake's eyes flicked towards Michael, annoyed. Michael answered by raising an eyebrow, a crooked smirk growing on his face. Blake rolled his eyes, telling Michael to shove off and pushing him away in the process. Michael merely laughed.

"You're creepy, she's probably noticed your stares by now, Blake," Michael told him, taking a bite into his burger. "Besides, she's going to take forever since it's Monday. She likes to grumble to herself for a while before meeting up with us."

"Yeah, but she's the one girl I don't give a damn about that has crazy Monday morning mood swings," Blake supplied before taking a sip from the straw he had finally managed to put in his mouth.

"Is this about Nellie?" Shanna quipped from behind. Her blonde hair fell softly over her shoulders as she settled herself across of Michael, a curious look on her face. But Blake chose not to answer as Nellie finally got out of the line and started walking to her friends. She was joined by Charles and Ayleen on the way and they all settled themselves by the cafeteria table. Blake was looking down at his food, trying to get a hold on himself and stop acting like a creeper around his best friend.

"Mikey, can you help me with my Trig stuff later?" Nellie asked, biting her sandwich. She hadn't noticed Blake's behaviour because it wasn't that odd for him to be quiet, especially if it was nacho day. "I was dying this morning and you looked like you practically won the lottery."

"Sure, you riding home with us later?" Michael ignored the jibe and answering with another question, raising his eyebrows and stealing a chip from Blake's plate. He finally looked up to lightly punch Michael's shoulder and see Nellie nod.

"You have to wait until football practice is over, though," Blake told Nellie. But she already knew. It had been routine for them for the past two years, even when they were all still riding the bus together. Nellie nodded again, to which Blake mumbled to himself, "You're all a bunch of free loaders."

"As if!" Nellie threw a piece of lettuce at him. "You hate driving alone. Do you guys remember when he first got his car?"

"Yeah," Michael was laughing. Shanna joined in the laughter, adding, "Worst car ride of my life. I almost died twice!"

"And that's why you don't get to ride with me anymore," Blake stuck out his tongue, mock hurt. Shanna just rolled her eyes, shaking her own set of keys. She had always been a much better driver than all of them. Then Michael's head shot up from his food, some of the sauce splattering on to this plate as he hurriedly swallowed.

"Oh, wait, I can't today, Nell," Michael suddenly said. He gave an apologetic smile at Nellie's half shriek of "Michael!" Then he shrugged and explained, "I have to go home early since my brother's coming."

"If I fail math because of you, Michael West," Nellie grumbled, although she loved Michael's brother like her own. Giving a dejected sigh she said, "And you're going to leave me to wait by the bleachers alone. I'll look like a sad groupie waiting for Blake to finish practice."

"You could always ride the bus," Blake rolled his eyes. Though a part of him secretly wanted her to wait for him since he hated driving alone. And he loved being around her in general, even on Monday mornings.

"Oh, please, it's punishment enough that the 'rents are forcing me to ride the bus in the morning," Nellie put her head on the table, waving her hand dismissively. She replied that she would rather wait for Blake than be in a bus full of sweaty, horny teenage boys.

"Technically Blake's going to be really sweaty after practice, maybe a little horny too," Michael laughed as Blake shoved him. He put his hands up in defeat, backing off. Nellie smiled despite the blush growing on both their faces.

"I don't mind. He's one boy I'm used to seeing sweaty and horny," Nellie's eyes twinkled michievously. The table made a round of whoops and Blake looked even more embarrassed.

"Stop encouraging him, Nellie," Blake ran a hand over his hair, muscles flexing underneath his T-shirt. Her eyes followed the line of muscle until Blake continued speaking. "It makes him feel cool when he's really just our little Math Geek, Mikey."

A round of Math Geek Mikey's were shouted out just as the bell rang to signal the end of lunch. Grumbling that they had only just started eating, all the students started walking out the cafeteria. They were all pushing each other, laughing as they made their way out. Michael, who was blushing, gave them all the finger as he stood up from the table, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.

"You're such a sour-puss on Mondays, Nell," Blake had been pushed towards Nellie and his arm had found her waist so that the girl could escape the crowd easily.

"The bus reeked of sex and broken hearts, Blake!" Nellie defended herself. But she was always at least annoyed with the world on Monday. It was just that the bus was killing her.

"You would know because..." His eyebrow rose, leaving the statement in the air as he smirked knowingly. Nellie chose not to answer as he led her to Biology. They were laughing again by the time she reached the class. And he turned away to walk to the neighbouring class once she had safely reached the doorway.

"Blake!" Nellie called out. He turned back, still smiling. "I'll see you after practice."

"Even if I'm sweaty and horny?" Blake put his palms up with a joking shrug, a smile on his face. She nodded with a laugh and he turned back to walk to class. Nellie stood until he reached the doorway and waved one last time before disappearing. She didn't even care that she was almost late to class. She smiled to herself, settling down on the seat.

She'd wait for him. Even if he was sweaty and horny. He was the one guy she was used to seeing that way.