When the lunch bell rang, John made his way to the art department and looked for the photography room. He'd never thought about it before, but now that he did, he realized he'd never seen Dave in the cafeteria before. He must always have spent his lunch in here.
John took a deep breath and walked into the room.
It was fairly dim, yet still quite a bit of light in the room. There were two long tables pushed up on a wall and two long tables lining another wall that all had computers on them. He spotted Dave right away since he was alone in here. He was sitting at one of the empty tables with a bottle of apple juice and a brown lunch bag next to him. He was scrolling through pictures on a digital camera and didn't acknowledge John until he shut the door.
"Ready to do this?"
John shuffled his feet, not wanting to sound dumb, but still curious as to what Dave had really meant. "Ready to do what?"
"You know what."
"Why don't you clarify."
Dave looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "The project. Unless you want to make out some more, which I'm sure you do. I mean who wouldn't."
John rolled his eyes and pulled the slightly crumpled paper out of his bag and put it on the table. By the time lunch was half over, they had the thing finished and done with. It was a little rushed, but it was done and they didn't really care to make it better.
John slipped the poster into his bag again and looked at Dave who was staring at the wall. He decided he didn't want to be curious anymore and just blurted out "so strider, why did you kiss me yesterday hmm?" he saw a slight tint of blush on the blond's cheeks and smirked to himself.
"For ironic reasons your tiny brain wouldn't understand."
"Oh really."
"Yeah really."
"You initiated the last two of our kisses, so I don't think you should be saying I'm the one who wants to make out with you. I think it's the other way around." Dave's cheeks got pinker and John kept talking. "I think you like kissing me, and maybe even have a crush on me."
Dave quickly turned his head to look at John. "Me? Have a crush on you? Egbert please, only in your dreams would that be a thing."
"Then tell me why you kissed me first."
"For ironic purposes, I already told you."
"I don't believe you."
"I don't care."
"I think you do."
"Well I don't."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, now leave me alone."
John was about to say something else but closed his mouth. He didn't know what to think. Maybe Dave didn't like him and Jade was just really wrong. He guessed there was one way to find out. He put his backpack on the floor and scooted his chair closer to Dave's. Dave looked at him, but before he could do anything, John pressed a kiss to his lips. He didn't kiss him roughly or forcefully or anything like their previous kisses had been. Just a simple, slow kiss. Dave responded at first, going along with it, but a nagging sense in the back of his head told him to stop.
Dave pulled back and stood up. "Now we're even, so leave me alone."
John watched as the strider picked up his lunch, camera, and backpack and left the room without another word.