Lunch that day was grilled cheese and choice of soup, with the usual salad options and things out. Katie rather appreciated the whole soup thing, as she stood out in the line that had formed in the hall for entering the dining room (too many students jostling too much to fit through the doors at once). She was shivering pronouncedly, cold and wet and really not enjoying herself at that particular moment, with her freezing wet clothing sticking to her. "Goddamn, can't I just go in and get my frigging soup already?" she muttered to herself, making a small puddle where she was standing.
After receiving a large amount of weirded out glances and slightly miffed comments from the people who got wet from brushing against her in the jostle to enter the dining hall, Katie stormed moodily to the nearest seat available and sat down with a wet squelching sound, absolutely fuming. Damn Nicole for hogging the shower, Katie thought grumpily, snatching up a bowl and ladling some French onion soup into it, nearly sloshing it onto the tablecloth in her anger. Those who were on either side of her had moved down so as to not get wet, leaving spaces for at least 5 extra people between Katie and themselves in both directions.
" ... Katie? What in the hell…" Scott's voice was utterly confused behind her. Great. She was wet, muddy, had an inkling that a fish had gone to die in one of her shoes, and Scott was there to witness it all.
She turned around to look at him, brushing wet, somewhat muddy hair out of her face to do so. "Well, I was outside and it started raining and the ice we were skating on melted and I fell in, and now I'm really wet and Nicole beat me to the shower so I decided to just go eat lunch and take one later." She explained in a slight babble, doing her best to speak coherently (always a challenge) and trying not to whine too much, really wishing that he had decided not to come to lunch today.
Scott looked puzzled, and Katie briefly wondered what if his soft blue eyes conveyed the same adorable discombobulating that his face expressed around the expressionless glasses. Her stomach squirmed slightly when she remembered his eyes, and she struggled not to grin stupidly. Shaking his head, Scott smiled and sat down next to Katie, laughing softly. "You're adorable." he smiled, turning to look at her.
Katie did her absolute best not to completely melt into a puddle in front of him at those words, managing to keep her extremely pleased smile from taking up her entire face, though she was fainting on the inside. He'd called her adorable? Suddenly she didn't feel cold anymore, or wet, or ridiculous anymore. "Uh... Thanks?" she half-squeaked, unable to keep from blushing. Oh, today was suddenly a very, very, very good day...
The smile Scott fixed Katie with was slow and warm, a lot like melted chocolate, both were very pleasant and made Katie's insides squirm with delight. He chuckled while serving himself some French onion soup and a grilled cheese sandwich. "You're-" he paused wiping soup steam induced condensation from his shades with his sleeve before continuing, "Welcome." He looked over at Katie, taking in her slightly shivering form, "Katie, you look absolutely freezing... you should have at least changed into some drier, warmer clothes... You'll catch a cold." with this statement he poked her in the ribs affectionately.
"I am absolutely freezing," She replied, after a small, squeaky 'eeep!' at his poke, and a small, happy-sort of twitch. "And I didn't go and change because I'm an idiot and it never occurred to me," she finished, taking a slurping spoonful of her soup, and eyeing his sweatshirt rather enviously.
He certainly looked nice and cozy in it... It looked newish, still all nice and fuzzy, and was probably all warm and nice-smelling from being all close to him... She tried to pull her mind back to the half-conversation. Like she'd ever get a chance to cozy up in his clothes.
However, before Katie had enough time to even spare Scott and his snuggly sweatshirt another thought, said snuggly sweatshirt was pulled down over her, her head popping through the neck hole and the rest of the sweatshirt trapping her arms to her sides. Scott laughed outright at Katie's look of utter bewilderment, looking as frazzled as is she'd just been through a thunderstorm, some of the drier locks of loose hair frizzing and standing on end from the friction.
"Wha-?" She asked rather coherently, struggling to find the armholes so she could find her hands in all the extra sweatshirt.
Scott laughed at her again, smiling warmly as he did so. "I figured you needed more than I do right now."
She blinked at him somewhat puzzled, not getting why he'd want to lend his sweatshirt to her when it would just get all wet and muddy and icky, though she wasn't about to complain. Rather she just snuggled up in the warm fuzzy ness, taking a deep breath in. "MMmmmmm... Scott." She murmured to it, completely forgetting he was sitting next to her in the euphoria at wearing his sweatshirt, which was all nice and warm from his body heat, and which smelled so delightfully like him...
In a moment of total giddiness, Katie pulled the hood down over her face and snuggled into the sweatshirt, breathing deeply. Oh, he smelled lovely. Warm and sweet, very like oranges dipped in chocolate, as there was a citrus tang in the mix as well. "Mmm... you smell goood..." she mumbled into the sweatshirt. It came out sounding more like " MMmmm you smmmm goommmmm".
"Pardon?" Scott inquired, looking up and finally realizing that she had said his name.
Katie's face, blushing crimson, popped from the confines of his sweatshirt. "Nothing, never mind." she squeaked.
He smiled and shook his head at her, shrugging. "Alright..." He was rather curious about what exactly she'd said, but ah well. It was more amusing to see her enjoying his sweatshirt so, looking rather adorable while doing so. It made him feel rather good about himself as well. Its not like she was wearing someone else's sweatshirt, was it? No, it was his, she was wearing it, and she was liking it.
Yes, liking it immensely. Scott felt a surge of tenderness for the girl, watching her roll up the sleeves at least six times until her hands became visible, and trying to judge how long it would be on her if she stood up. He chuckled when she began to eat her soup with much caution, as to not spill it on his sweatshirt. Even if she did, it's not like he would have minded... However, if it had been splattered with soup from Logan or someone of the like... he would have been very pissed indeed.
They continued their mutually adoring silence until the end of lunch, neither really trusting themselves to say anything more than 'pass the insert item here' without tripping up.
Getting up, with the sweatshirt falling to her knees, Katie flashed Scott a quick, pretty smile before skipping off as quickly as she could (wanting to run off before he asked for his sweatshirt back, as she definitely planned to sleep in it that night if she could get away with it), hoping Nicole would have gotten out of the shower by now.
Poking a head into her room, she found a rather conspicuous lack of Colie. Where had her friend gone? Surely she hadn't spent an hour in the shower? Katie flopped onto her bed to melt. If Nicole didn't show up in the next half an hour, Katie'd send out a search party, but until then she had time to moon over her adorable math teacher.