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As the other Warblers parted ways to go to their next classes, Nick and Lucas turned to go to the history room. Jeff didn't have history, but he walked with them because his class, French, was in the room right across the hall. This was the only class they weren't in together, because Nick had already taken French for years and was in a more advanced class. This made Jeff have the awesomest tutor ever.
The two didn't mind not having this one period together, because 1) they had free period next and always hung out then (and practically every other waking moment of their lives. Actually, even non-waking moments, because they shared a room) and 2) Since the French and History rooms were directly across from each other, they had managed to persuade their teachers to change where each sat, so they were both at the tables that were right in front of the windows of the doors. This meant they could clearly see each other, however, neither of their teachers had picked up on this yet, which was pretty hard to believe because the boys had come up with their own sign language and communicated with each other quite frequently.
They did it mostly to pass jokes back and forth, and to complain about how boring class was, and it was funny to see one of them signing at the door and just break out into a fit of giggles, but when the teacher turned around and looked out the window, there was no one there and they didn't seem to pay attention to the fact the other Niff boy was positioned in perfect view.
"So uh, Lucas," Jeff started. "Where ya from?
"Well originally I was born in Britain, but I was adopted when I was a baby and my adopted family lived here." Lucas explained.
Both Nick and Jeff raised their eyebrows.
"You're adopted?" Jeff asked.
"You're British?" Nick piped up.
Well shit. Even though he was raised here watch him start using his charming little accent and Nick's just gonna fall right now.
Okay, theoretically, Nick wouldn't fall in love with Lucas just like that. But Nick loves British guys. Okay, maybe Jeff couldn't deny the fact that British guys were incredibly hot, nor could he completely deny Lucas was pretty attractive himself, but that was probably only because Jeff knew he himself was pretty smokin' and he looked a lot like Jeff.
But Jeff didn't care about any of that. He didn't care if he started stripping and singing some sex song in a British accent. Jeff didn't like him. He wasn't a bad person, probably the complete opposite, he was just taking way to much interest in Nick and Jeff didn't like it. At all.
Lucas slightly laughed. "Nah, I just made that up on the spot."
Neither one of them caught the sarcasm in his voice, so Lucas rolled his eyes and explained once again. "Yes I'm adopted. Yes I'm British."
"Wow." Nick breathed. Jeff twitched slightly and just 'hmmed' and tried to come up with another question to drive the conversation.
He really couldn't come up with anything, nor did he really want to. All he wanted to do was get through French so he could spend free period with Nick, get through their last class, and have the rest of the day just to put his homework off and have a movie marathon with Nick. Was that too much to ask for?
"So can you speak in a British accent? Or were you adopted too soon?"
Apparently, it was like asking for the moon.
"Well, I'm not too sure about that, care to tell me if I can?"
And there it was. One of the hottest British accents Jeff has heard yet.
Well this is the greatest day of my life. Jeff thought bitterly.
Nick just stared at Lucas with dreamy eyes with his mouth slightly agape. After several seconds of probably the most awkward silence Jeff has been in he lightly elbowed Nick.
"Oh, um…" Nick stammered. He cleared his throat, which made things even more awkward in Jeff's opinion. He looked around nonchalantly, but really, it wasn't nonchalant at all.
"Yeah, I think you can." Nick chuckled nervously. The final bell rang and Jeff silently thanked god for getting him out of this hell.
"Gotta go." Jeff said in a rush, and turned on his heel, but Nick tapped him on the shoulder and he turned to face him again.
"You forgetting something?" Nick asked innocently, holding out his hand. Jeff's brown eyes lit up and a vibrant smile spread across his face. Nick thought was the best thing in the universe, and Jeff stuck his hand out also, and the two did their secret handshake.
"Oh yeah!" The two rejoiced together. They both smiled, now being able to officially part from the other's presence and turned to enter opposite classrooms.
Lucas chuckled. "I assume you guys do that every time you leave each other?"
Nick's eyes sparkled, and he still hadn't stopped smiling. "Yeah." He giggled slightly. "And any other time we feel like it."
Lucas just smiled in return. Looks like I've got competition. Big competition.
Alright I know, short chapter. Doesn't accomplish much. BUT. I wanted to ask your guys' opinion! Would you guys rather have Lucas be kind of the bitchy type like Sebastian and doesn't care about Jeff at all? OR would you like to see him try to win Nick over but then really see that Nick really does love Jeff and respect that and move on? I'd rather it be the latter… but don't worry he won't give up that easily ;) Let me know in your reviews!