direction
of Max and his friends, glancing over there with thinly veiled disdain.
"I mean, look at him."
Theo's face flushes. Not from
embarrassment, but from anger, and he suddenly feels a strong urge to defend Max,
to tell Hannah to simply shut up, that she doesn't know Max and has no idea
what he's like.
Not to mention the fact that Max is
beautiful in every single way, and that she clearly has no idea what she's
talking about.
But Theo has never been good with
confrontation. And he has never been good at speaking his mind, especially not
when it comes to his friends.
So he grits his teeth, trying to think of
something to say, anything.
He's only vaguely aware of Max making his
way over to them, out of the corner of his eye, and it's not until he's
suddenly right there, that Theo actually reacts.
Max simply walks up to them, puts himself
between Theo and Hannah, Michael standing right next to them. He then glances
at Hannah briefly and hands her his notepad, practically pushing it against her
chest, making her simply catch it in her hands, in surprise. Meanwhile, Theo
just stares, eyes slightly widened in confused surprise, as Max turns to him.
But then, those dark blue eyes focus on his, and the smallest, mischievous
smile shapes those lips, before Max simply puts his hand by Theo's face, and
kisses him.
Theo barely has time to react. He knows
that he should be surprised and uncomfortable, somehow, but he isn't. Instead,
he just feels a rush of warmth and shivers, as his mouth recognizes Max's, and
he closes his eyes, reciprocating the kiss.
Max pushes against him slightly, just
enough to softly press Theo's back against the locker behind him, and Theo puts
his hands by Max's waist, pulling him closer, Max's free hand slipping into his
back pocket. That tongue slides into his mouth, metal stud hard and warm, and
Theo forgets how to breathe for just a few seconds.
Because that's how long it lasts, just a
few seconds, before Theo opens his eyes as Max pulls away. He feels dazed and
light-headed, and he watches those blue, black-lined eyes as they refocus on
him; they're filled with amused excitement, and Max smirks as he removes his
hands from Theo's body. Then he turns to Hannah, who's clutching the notebook
against her chest, eyes wide and mouth half-open. Max glances at her, pierced
eyebrow raised, before grabbing his notebook and pulling it out of her grip.
"Thanks," he says, giving her a
smile that's like poisoned honey. Then he turns to Theo, expression softened. He
gives him a quick, chaste kiss. "Later, babe."
Theo doesn't answer him, simply nods
weakly, and Max gives him one last, amused smirk, before turning around and
simply walking away.
Nobody moves for several seconds, but
finally, Hannah speaks.
"What the hell was that?" she
says, sounding angry, rather than confused. Theo doesn't answer her, still
staring after Max, who is just disappearing from view.
"Theo," Hannah insists, sounding
appalled. "Listen to me. I don't know what he's done to you, but this is
not okay. He's gross―"
"Shut up, Hannah." Theo says it
with a low voice, sounding bored, more than anything. He's too annoyed and too
happy to care about how he's saying anything like that to her for the first
time ever, and he doesn't even turn to see her expression. "Just shut
up."
It turns out that speaking up like that might not have been the best
idea. At least, it didn't have quite the effect Theo expected.
Hannah basically just huffed indignantly,
shocked at Theo's comment, and she pretty much stormed off, Michael in tow.
Theo was surprised, to say the least, both at what he said, and at her reaction
to it, but he didn't think about it, at the time. Instead, he was just happy .
Happy about what Max had done, and happy about how it was simply out there,
now. The whole thing had pretty much saved him from a painfully awkward and
judgmental conversation with his friends, and he was just too blissfully high
from that kiss that he
of Max and his friends, glancing over there with thinly veiled disdain.
"I mean, look at him."
Theo's face flushes. Not from
embarrassment, but from anger, and he suddenly feels a strong urge to defend Max,
to tell Hannah to simply shut up, that she doesn't know Max and has no idea
what he's like.
Not to mention the fact that Max is
beautiful in every single way, and that she clearly has no idea what she's
talking about.
But Theo has never been good with
confrontation. And he has never been good at speaking his mind, especially not
when it comes to his friends.
So he grits his teeth, trying to think of
something to say, anything.
He's only vaguely aware of Max making his
way over to them, out of the corner of his eye, and it's not until he's
suddenly right there, that Theo actually reacts.
Max simply walks up to them, puts himself
between Theo and Hannah, Michael standing right next to them. He then glances
at Hannah briefly and hands her his notepad, practically pushing it against her
chest, making her simply catch it in her hands, in surprise. Meanwhile, Theo
just stares, eyes slightly widened in confused surprise, as Max turns to him.
But then, those dark blue eyes focus on his, and the smallest, mischievous
smile shapes those lips, before Max simply puts his hand by Theo's face, and
kisses him.
Theo barely has time to react. He knows
that he should be surprised and uncomfortable, somehow, but he isn't. Instead,
he just feels a rush of warmth and shivers, as his mouth recognizes Max's, and
he closes his eyes, reciprocating the kiss.
Max pushes against him slightly, just
enough to softly press Theo's back against the locker behind him, and Theo puts
his hands by Max's waist, pulling him closer, Max's free hand slipping into his
back pocket. That tongue slides into his mouth, metal stud hard and warm, and
Theo forgets how to breathe for just a few seconds.
Because that's how long it lasts, just a
few seconds, before Theo opens his eyes as Max pulls away. He feels dazed and
light-headed, and he watches those blue, black-lined eyes as they refocus on
him; they're filled with amused excitement, and Max smirks as he removes his
hands from Theo's body. Then he turns to Hannah, who's clutching the notebook
against her chest, eyes wide and mouth half-open. Max glances at her, pierced
eyebrow raised, before grabbing his notebook and pulling it out of her grip.
"Thanks," he says, giving her a
smile that's like poisoned honey. Then he turns to Theo, expression softened. He
gives him a quick, chaste kiss. "Later, babe."
Theo doesn't answer him, simply nods
weakly, and Max gives him one last, amused smirk, before turning around and
simply walking away.
Nobody moves for several seconds, but
finally, Hannah speaks.
"What the hell was that?" she
says, sounding angry, rather than confused. Theo doesn't answer her, still
staring after Max, who is just disappearing from view.
"Theo," Hannah insists, sounding
appalled. "Listen to me. I don't know what he's done to you, but this is
not okay. He's gross―"
"Shut up, Hannah." Theo says it
with a low voice, sounding bored, more than anything. He's too annoyed and too
happy to care about how he's saying anything like that to her for the first
time ever, and he doesn't even turn to see her expression. "Just shut
up."
It turns out that speaking up like that might not have been the best
idea. At least, it didn't have quite the effect Theo expected.
Hannah basically just huffed indignantly,
shocked at Theo's comment, and she pretty much stormed off, Michael in tow.
Theo was surprised, to say the least, both at what he said, and at her reaction
to it, but he didn't think about it, at the time. Instead, he was just happy .
Happy about what Max had done, and happy about how it was simply out there,
now. The whole thing had pretty much saved him from a painfully awkward and
judgmental conversation with his friends, and he was just too blissfully high
from that kiss that he
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