Eli was much more observant than he led people to believe. After all, he'd found out the existence of Trolls long before Jim had. Most people just assumed he spent his time on math or something. Truth was, he was absolutely horrible at math. Not that he was likely to tell anyone anytime soon. It was a truth he'd managed to keep secret from all but his parents (and Mrs. Janeth, of course). After all, drama was his favorite subject.
Steve had been trying to apologize in a series of hilariously awkward and somewhat extravagant ways all week. Somehow or other, he was interrupted every time. Eli knew he should probably stop pretending to be so oblivious, but he couldn't help it. Steve was so goddamn adorable, and Eli was very, very Gay.
Of course, Eli forgave him weeks ago, but he still wanted to hear an apology.
"I'm sorry," Steve panted, crashing into Eli's locker. A toy UFO fell off the top shelf and hit him on the head. He was red all over and out of breath and his armpits were a darker shade of blue than the rest of his shirt. (Which was kind of gross, but Eli thought it would be rude to say). "I was a real buttsnack,"
Eli crossed his arms in front of his chest, motioning for Steve to continue.
"I shoved you into lockers and laughed at you and stuff cause I thought you were lame. But you're not lame. You're really freaking cool. So yeah, I'm sorry. I was a jerk and you didn't deserve that. Can you forgive me?"
"I'll forgive you" Eli shut his locker door, and leaned in close to Steve's ear so that his breath was hot on the other boy's face, "when you drop the cover," he whispered.
Eli swung his backpack over his shoulder, grinning smugly at the shock directed at his back. His class was actually in the other direction, but it would ruin the dramatics. He'd apologize to Mrs. Janeth later.
