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It’s hard not to look at him as he passes you in the hall. He’s explaining something to Albert who’s absentmindedly listening to his enthusiastic ramblings. You grab your books and audibly slam your locker shut, making Katherine jump. She had been retelling the story of her recruitment in the school newspaper.
“Kath, I love you and I know you’re excited, and I'm excited for you, but it’s literally the 6th time I’ve heard this story.”
She pulled you to biology, Mr. Seitz’s classroom. You sighed and your eyes moved to your seat, groaning internally. Romeo had tried to ask you out 3 times already. Of course Katherine saved you every time, but it was still dreaded. He had probably come up with a new way to ask you out considering the smile he was sporting.
Katherine shot you an apologetic look, meaning she’d likely been fed information about Romeo’s proposal by Sarah, whose brother was friends with Romeo and about every other quote on quote, “popular” kid in the school.
Romeo waved you over, and you begrudgingly took your seat.
He was trying to pass you notes throughout the lesson. He noticed you just ignored the notes so, eventually he just passed you a piece of gum with his number written on it.
“Look Romeo, I’m really sorry. You’re nice but I’m just not really interested.” you whispered to him.
This was going to be an awkward class period.
He walked in, eyes twinkling with mischief.
He walked in confident, yet slow, strides presumably to annoy Seitz. He stuck out the yellow slip in his hand and did some odd handshake with Jack when walking up to his seat.
“Trouble with Principal Pulitzer again Racer?” Finch questions, you’re idly eavesdropping nearby.
“You know it! Detention for two weeks.”
“You know that means no track, right?” Albert asks.
“Couldn’t play anyways. Failing Seitz’s class. May as well give myself time to do the assignments” He shrugged.
Katherine sighs at the sight of you.
“What sounds good for lunch?”
“Not really hungry yet. Ask me after Bunsen's class and I’ll let you know.”
Katherine was the type of girl to plan ahead, too far ahead for it only being second period. She accepted your answer and left for her journalism class. You however, left for Bunsen’s.
His class was more torture than Seitz’s was.
The dreaded subject. Sarah’s brother, Davey, smiled at you when you walked in and waved you over. You had talked to him a few times, but usually kept closer to Sarah.
“Hey, Sarah said you forgot this at her locker?”
You most definitely had not been to Sarah’s locker, not today at least, but you recognized the book. You thought you had lost it on the bleachers.
“Thanks David.” you said, promptly turning around to find a seat in the back. The best part about Bunsen is his lack of assigned seating. There were two empty seats, one next to “Finch” Cortez, who seemed nice enough but you’d never had a conversation with, the other one was in the corner. You chose the corner seat.
Of course, Race strutted in late. He made a show of it too, as usual.
Spotting Finch, with Albert to his left, he chose the seat by you. His two best friends were sitting right there. It had nothing to do with you, but you couldn’t help the warm feeling that bubbled in your chest, especially when he greeted you.
“Hi.” you said back, and that was that. You did notice the whispers between Finch and Race, before you finally heard an “ask her! maybe she has one!” from Finch.
“Hi uh.. Y/n, do you have a pencil?“
“Yeah just let me grab it.” You pulled a nice mechanical pencil out of your bag and leaned over to hand it to him.
“I’ll give it back after class, thanks.”
“Yeah, ‘course.” you smiled at him.
Race immediately beamed back at you, his blue eyes sparkled a bit.
“See Racer! That wasn’t so hard.” Albert ‘whispered’ to make fun of Race. He just rolled his eyes and went back to listening to Bunsen ramble.
Romeo didn’t try to ask you out in bio today. You walked in, he waved.
He didn’t bother you today, instead he just talked to you and asked about the material. It was nice.
He even explained some odd thing Seitz had said and cracked a joke, a good one.
“You just put it in here..” Seitz explained but Romeo turned to you and grinned.
You immediately started laughing, got a look from other students, and a warning from Seitz.
Math had instantly become more interesting. There were no assigned seats, but the back row was always reserved for the same people. Especially your four spots. You in the corner, then Race, Finch, then Albert. One day, some girl tried to sit next to Race before you came in. He was very flustered and didn’t know how to ask her how to move, but eventually he said, “Hey, my friend was going to sit there.. Do you mind moving?”
He kept convincing himself he was going to ask you out.
She just smiled at him and moved a few rows down.
Finch patted him on the back, and you walked in right after she moved.
“Er.. Do you have any gum?”
“Sure.” You grabbed out a pack and handed it to him. He took a piece and handed it back.
Finch and Albert audibly groaned
He kept insisting today was the day. Instead, he needed homework answers.
“Do you have yesterday's homework?”
“Yeah, here.” You said, grabbing a neat paper out of your binder and sliding it on his desk.
It was getting increasingly more unbearable for Finch and Albert to watch Race pine but do nothing about it. Even Davey had joined in on encouraging him.
“I have a favor to ask you..”
“Will you come with me to the track meet tonight? Jack asked me to come and..”
“Sure.” You said, knowing how it was with Jack. A bit complicated, but they were basically dating. Plus, Race would be there because detention had ended, and he told you (very proudly) that he had a B+ in Seitz’s now.
Katherine half expected you to not show up, but when you did she waved you up to her spot on the bleachers. On the field Race’s face visibly changed, he had a look of slight shock.
He didn’t know you were going to be here! Why were you here? He didn’t invite you, not to be rude, he just didn’t want to screw up in front of you.
“Guess this means you’ll just have to do extra good!” Jack smirked from behind him.
“Definitely. Do your best Racer.” Finch smiled sweetly, but it was all an illusion. He was in on it, Albert and JoJo were in on it. Hell, even Katherine was probably in on it.
“You guys are the worst.”
“There’s no getting rid of us. We’re inevitable pal.” Davey adds, giving Race an encouraging pat on the back.
“Y’know Racer,” Crutchie starts, “If you just asked her out we wouldn’t be makin’ your life a living hell.”
“You don’t think I know that?” He sighed.
“When I first met you, I didn’t know if you got your name from your mouth or from track. Now I’m pretty sure it’s the track thing.” You smirked at him.
“You’d be correct. Fancy seeing you here.”
“Katherine wanted me here, she came for Jack.”
“I’m wounded! You didn’t make an appearance for me?” He asked, clutching his chest to add to the dramatics. You laughed at his antics.
“‘Course not,” you grinned, “I came for my boyfriend Albert.” you said, grabbing his arm as he walked by. He smiled at you.
“Hello Honey-Boo-Boo-Bear.”
“That’s the best you could do? We’re done.”
“How will I ever go on without you?”
You laughed, and Race did too.
Albert walked away, but not before mouthing ‘Do it!’ to Race.
He started playing with his hands while making small talk. It was one of his nervous habits. You had only noticed it the time that Bunsen made him answer a question he didn’t know the answer to. He sat there playing with his hands till he solved the problem.
“Do you have my number?” He smirked.
“Ye- no I don’t. Care to give it to me?” You said, stretching your hand to give him your phone.
“Damn, that was smooth.” He choked out, blushing.
“Thanks.” you said when he handed your phone back.
He hadn’t asked you on the date yet. He would soon. He was trying to work up the nerve.
“Oh my god. Racetrack.” Albert groaned. “She flirted with you, she wanted your number. She WANTS to go on a date with you.”
“She literally does, Kath was saying she hopes you’ll ask soon.” Jack adds
“She literally makes heart eyes at you in math. Ask her out please.” Finch is literally begging by now.
Another day. Another promise he makes to himself. He will ask you out. He sits through watching Romeo make advances in Seitz’s. (but he’s actually just being friendly like usual.) He sits through half of Bunsens. He’s promising himself today is the day. Half of Bunsen's class is glaring at him, silently telling him to get it over with. The final push is when Albert blows her a kiss, meant to tell Race to hurry up. He puts his head in his arms and freaks out before turning to you.
“Do you have any free time this weekend?”
“Do you wanna go on a date with me?”
“Yeah, ‘course. Took you this long to notice?”
Race grinned. Suddenly Finch clapped, and the rest of the class joined in. Bunsen wasn’t pleased, but everyone else was. Race had finally asked you out.
Instead of listening to Bunsen, you grabbed out the book Davey had returned to you a few weeks ago.
“Oh hey! I knew that was your book! Found it on the bleachers.” Race grinned.
“Davey said I left it with Sarah?”
You smiled at him, it was hard not to.
He glared at you while you got in the passenger's seat of his car.
“‘Course I can drive? I’m literally 17.”
“Jack doesn’t have his license?”
It was no use fighting the ‘menace’ part, unfortunately. It was dark outside, enough for the street lamps to be on anyways. Race was driving his beat up Toyota truck. It didn’t surprise you when he pulled into the drive in movie theater.
“Oh my god, you got us tickets to Mamma Mia?”
“Race I really want to kiss you right now”
“I really want you to kiss me right now.”
“I really actually kinda wanna wait till we’re sitting in the back of your truck because I saw the blankets and I’m cold.”
He smiled and hopped out of the truck. You followed soon after before climbing up into the truck bed. Now that you were warm, you turned your head towards his and leaned in. Race was a really good kisser.
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