Something cold and wet dripped on his face and Mickey opened his eyes, vision bleary he found himself sleeping in a tree. He swiped a gloved hand over his face, cleaning off the morning dew. The campus below was already buzzing to life. Slowly he stretched, his body stiff from sleeping in the same position in a goddamn tree. That was when he realised that the window to his dorm room was open and there was a cup of steaming something sitting on the sill.
Did Ian make that? He thought as he cautiously made his way across the branch to the windowsill. He took the warm cup in his hands and brought it to his lips. Hot chocolate, he smiled at the taste as it coursed down his throat flooding his body with warmth. Mickey finished the rest of the cup within seconds and then climbed back into the room.
"Yo, Ian!" he called as he shrugged out of his jacket.
There was no reply. The redhead's bed was already made. Mickey checked the bathroom, no sign of Ian there either. Shit. He'd gone to classes that early? Ugh. Fuck him. Mickey washed out the cup of hot chocolate, took a quick shower and then changed into his clothes and left for his classes. He didn't care if Ian made him hot chocolate as a means of an apology, that boy was going to get slushied and all Mickey needed to do was to find him.
Mickey made his way down to the admin block and entered the office, "Ian Gallagher," he said drumming his fingers on the counter top, "I uh lost my schedule so could you help me print out another?" he asked. The lady tsked and then she stood and left, awhile later she came back with a slip of paper.
"You better keep that properly Gallagher," she reprimanded and just like that he'd gained access to the redhead's schedule.
Next he made his way down to the canteen grabbed a slushie then he pulled out the schedule. Ian should be right on his way to the first class of the day. Well no time like the present to deliver his punishment. Mickey cruised through the halls and easily enough he found the redhead.
"'Sup carrot top?" he greeted and then without further ado, dumped the ice cold drink on him. "That was for closing the window on me last night."
Ian never saw it coming until it hit him. Cold. Icy and dripping wet, he swiped the sweet drink off his face, licking his lips. Grape flavoured. If it weren't on him he would have gladly drank the slushie. He blinked, seeing his roommate standing in front of him, laughing at his state. Ian set his jaw, flicked the remnants of ice off of him and then turned on his heel and marched down the hall to the gents.
"Where you going carrot top?" he heard Mickey calling down the hallway.
Ian didn't even bother to answer he just gave the other boy a double flip off and kicked the door to the gents open. Once there he shrugged out of his jacket. Thank god for that, at least now his tank top would still be all right. Next he cleaned off the sticky sweet drink from his jeans. He would probably smell like grapes for the rest of the day. Well done, it was only the first day and he had racked up such wonderful popularity scores.
As he was wetting another wad of tissue he caught sight of his watch and cursed. He was going to be late to the first class of the term. Fuck! Quickly he wrung out the soaking wet jacket, disposed of the copious amounts of tissue he'd used to clean off his jeans and then bolted from the gents. He ran down the hallways and right into class where the teacher was just about to pick up a chalk to write on the board.
"Mr Gallagher I expect?" she said raising a brow. She was definitely one of those fierce kinds.
"I-uh…yeah…" he said nodded his head as he adjusted his bag.
"Late," she snapped giving him a once over as she narrowed her eyes.
"I got held up in the bath, sorta…" Ian explained from out of the corner of his eye he caught Mickey snickering at his dire state. That fucker. What the fuck was his problem?
"Looks to me like you could have used more water. You smell like grapes Mr Gallagher," she said pointing him in the direction of an empty seat, "now please go take a seat, class is starting. I don't want you late again," she scolded and Ian nodded as he walked to the only seat available, the desk right in front of Mickey Milkovich.
"I saved you a seat carrot top," he said with a devilish grin.
Ian scowled at him, pulled out his psychology textbook, flipped Mickey another finger and then settled down to pay attention to Mrs Watson. She wasn't too bad. Kick. It seemed her lessons were going to be rather interesting. Kick, kick, kick. Ian took a deep, calming breath and reigned his anger in as he heaved a sigh. Kick. Kick. Kick. Kick. He flexed his hand, knuckles still sore from yesterday's beating. He was surprised that the teacher hadn't said anything about his face. Kick. Kick. Ian squared his jaw and turned around to face the source of the kicking.
"What. The. Fuck. Do. You. Want?" he asked each syllable dragged out and punctuated perfectly, almost quite as if he were throwing punches into his speech.
"You shouldn't be talking in class," Mickey said as he pretended to pay attention to the lesson. He didn't even have a goddamn textbook on his table! What the actual fuck was this?
"Oh you're one to talk Mickey, you don't have a fucking textbook," Ian ground out in a harsh whisper.
"Maybe I can't afford one?" Mickey challenged.
"Maybe you should stop smoking then you'd be able to afford one fuck face," Ian snarled.
"Gallagher, Milkovich, is there something wrong back there?" the teacher snapped, making Ian turn back to face her.
"No ma'am, just…helping a fellow classmate with his work. He needs lots of help," Ian said as he tapped his head, giving a 'no brains' indication.
"That's not very nice of you Mr Gallagher, you know better than that to criticize a classmate, apologise to Mr Milkovich, now," she said fixing him with a stern glare, she folded her arms across her chest, "I'm waiting," she said.
Ian gritted his teeth he swore he could hear Mickey snickering again. He turned around.
"Go ahead buddy, apologise. Don't keep them waiting," Mickey said smirking.
Boy would Ian love to wipe that fucking smug grin off of that delinquent's face. He wasn't making a very good impression on the teachers this way. Ian stared the dark haired boy squarely in the face, "I'm sorry for saying that you have no brains," Ian said slowly enough as though talking to a retarded kid. Their teacher didn't seem to have qualms about it, an apology was what she wanted and that was what Ian did so she quickly resumed her lessons once more with a stern, "Right no more nonsense you two!"
Just as she returned to writing on the board, Ian turned back and hissed, "Not."
That earned him a strong kick to the back of his chair and his patience snapped. "I'd like to change seats," he said as he raised his hand.
"Where to?" the teacher asked clearly indicating that the rest of the seats were already taken.
"I'll change," a girl said raising her hand. She sat at the other end of the classroom in the back and she looked to be a little older.
"Mandy, right. Hurry," the teacher muttered, allowing the change and Ian thanked the goth girl as she passed him and she smiled at him, patting him on the back.
"No worries," she said and took her seat. The moment she did Mickey immediately looked disinterested making Ian wonder just what sort of sorcery she had over the monster of a guy. Whatever it was he wasn't interested. He just needed to get through today without another instance like this.
