Georgi crossed his arms, trying to pay attention to the distant math lecture. Calculus was stupid, and hard, and Georgi probably should have dropped his math and focus on humanities. Then again, he sort of sucked at public discussions. High school sucked.
Georgi let his head fall onto his desk, sighing. The desk started to shake, and it took everything Georgi had in him not to freak out and attack the boy next to him.
"You haven't called," Dmitry whispered, shaking the desk with his foot a little more violently.
Ah, Georgi had been waiting for this. Big, bad Dmitry wanted to text Georgi. He had given him a goofy little bow-thing. He offered to give Georgi the answers to the tests and quizzes, trying to remain friendly and aloof.
Georgi ignored him. Dmitry tried to kill him in gym.
Georgi let his head fall to the side, and he raised an eyebrow at Dmitry. "Look, I'm sure all of these feelings are all very confusing, but I'm trying to focus."
Dmitry shrugged, reaching up to adjust his hat. Pft, how pretentious. Who wore hats to school? It wasn't a Snapback or baseball cap, but an honest-to-God fancy bowler hat. And Georgi had no idea how Dmitry got into school with that ridiculous black coat and boots, but it was stupid.
"Well, you could text. Just a little 'hey, how ya' doing'! Sorry about that whole kiss thing,' or something."
Georgi sucked in a breath, but ended up choking on his spit. He sat up, coughing, eyes watering as he glared at Dmitry. It probably sounded a little weird, and Georgi made sure no one had caught Dmitry's stupid statement.
So, Georgi did what he did best: he ignored Dmitry, focusing on the front of the room. He could feel Dmitry's gaze, feel the way the other boy's foot casually nudged his own. It was terrible. Georgi couldn't defend himself verbally at the best of times, let alone when he was was the one to instigate things in the first place.
Mr. Braginski handed back the tests from last week. Georgi let his head rest against the desk once again, gazing out the window at the grey skies. Stupid Calculus.
And stupid gym.
Georgi scowled, attempting—poorly—to keep the ball away from Dmitry. Desperately, Georgi tried to kick the ball to one of his teammates, but Dmitry was there, stealing the ball before Elizabeta even had the chance to approach it.
Georgi let out a frustrated noise from the back of his throat, jogging half-heartedly after the ball. Arthur pumped his shoulder as he ran by, muttering something under his breath. Oh, this was so stupid. Georgi stood back, watching Arthur and Dmitry tussle for the ball.
Finally, the teacher called time. Georgi was the first to rip off his penny, throwing it into the pile. He also ripped off his shirt, messing with his hair. God, he needed to take a shower. The study hall teacher probably wouldn't notice if he was late, so he grabbed a towel.
Dmitry. Georgi should have just walked away at the party. He was so stupid sometimes. Wow, this shower was actually pretty hot. Georgi let his head fall under the stream of water, sighing. He should just stay here instead of going to study.
Someone cleared their throat.
Georgi whipped around, nearly slipping. Dmitry was standing to the entrance of the shower stall, hand over his eyes, grinning. Georgi fumbled for the water valve, cursing when he couldn't find it. Panicking, he grabbed the towel, rapping it around his lower body.
The towel was soaked, but at least Dmitry wouldn't see him naked. He found the switch and shut the water off.
"Ah—what the fuck—you can't just—seriously, what the hell?" Georgi fumed, wishing desperately that he hadn't worn his shower sandals… Into the shower.
Dmitry peaked through his fingers, lowering his hand when he saw that Georgi was decent. "Well, you kissed me. And then you sort of ignored me, so I figured that we should probably talk about it. Unless you don't want to. I can teach you how to pass a soccer ball."
Georgi shook his head, annoyed by the water dripping into his eyes. Annoyed by the everything going on. Georgi hid his face in one hand, wishing he had brought a longer towel. Oh, he was supposed to respond.
"Um."
Dmitry shifted. "I don't have to sit next to you, anymore, if you wouldn't like it. I'm just getting mixed signals. I, er… Are you okay?"
"I, just, well—I'm in a towel. A really short towel, if I—I can talk, I have study I just…" Georgi didn't look up. "Can I please, just, get dressed?"
Georgi got dressed as fast as humanly possible. Then, he stayed facing his locker, hoping that Dmitry would assume Georgi was looking for something and back away. Nope. Dmitry was still standing a few feet away, leaning against the lockers, watching Georgi stare into his locker.
"I'm sorry I, uh, kissed you."
Dmitry's face contorted as he tried to keep the smile off of it. "You don't have to be nervous. Look, my friends and I are having a party at this place. Would you want to come? We won't have Jell-O shots."
