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my kinks? my snap? my nudes? i think you meant to ask which books i love, what makes my life enjoyable, which songs i love, who i think i am deep down, my view on love. can i tell you the science behind how we as humans fall in love? or maybe i can tell you about my passions in life and you can tell me yours. when last did you have a good dream? do you believe in ghosts?
I'm flirting when I roll my eyes at you btw
you once said my name for the first time ⭑.ᐟ
TW. fratboy / fuckboy leon. swearing. flirting. kissing. drug use (weed). dirty thoughts. mentions of sex. title from 2hollis. mdni.
summary: part one here after your ‘accidental’ one night stand with fratboy! leon you learn he’s failing class. what better way to help him with a study (date?) at his house!
The next morning feels like punishment. Your head throbs faintly as you drag yourself across campus with an overpriced coffee clenched in your hand. The sunlight is too bright, your psychology paper still isn’t finished and every time you think about last night your stomach does something deeply irritating.
Claire walks beside you wearing sunglasses and absolutely no shame.
“You survived.” she says cheerfully.
“Barely.”
“You and Kennedy disappearing into a closet definitely revived you a little though.”
You nearly trip on the sidewalk. “it was a heat of the moment kinda thing..”
Claire lowers her sunglasses just enough to give you a look. “im sure it was.”
Heat creeps into your face thinking about Leon leaning in so close you could feel his breath while the entire party screamed outside the door, him fucking you against the wall.
“Can we not do this before class?”
“Nope.”
You groan shoving open the lecture hall door and throwing claire the finger before she can interrogate you further. The room buzzes with tired students unpacking laptops and notebooks. You slide into your usual seat near the middle, taking out your own supplies before you freeze.
Two rows down. Messy blond hair. Dark hoodie. Head tipped back against the chair like he got maybe three hours of sleep..
like he knows your looking, leon glances over and smiles. smug asshole.
“Well..” Claire mutters beside you. “You are so screwed.”
“Shut up.”
“No seriously I physically felt the tension.”
Before you can answer the professor starts talking, effectively ending the conversation. Unfortunately that doesn’t stop you from being hyperaware of Leon the entire lecture.
you learn he’s terrible at taking notes.
Half the time he’s tapping his pen against the desk or staring into space instead of listening. At one point he catches you looking at his nearly blank page and mouths ‘help me.’
You snort quietly before you can stop yourself.
By the end of class students start packing up around you. You’re stuffing your laptop away when a shadow falls across your desk.
“You’re judging my academic abilities.”
You blink at him. “Your notes literally say ‘something something Freud.’”
“In my defense..” he says seriously “that guy was weird.”
Up close this morning, he looks unfairly good considering the amount he drank last night. A little tired maybe, hair messier than usual but still irritatingly attractive.
Claire notices him immediately and narrows her eyes.
“No.”
Leon looks amused already. “Didn’t ask anything yet.”
“You were about to.”
He grins. “Maybe.”
You glance between them. “What is happening?”
Claire turns to you fully. “Do not help this man. i mean it. this is what he does.”
“what?”
“Acts charming, flirts with girls in class, gets them to ‘help’ him study!-“
“Okay,” Leon interrupts laughing now. “You’re making me sound evil.”
Claire ignores him completely. “And then suddenly they’re doing his assignments while he looks pretty and says thank you.”
Leon nods thoughtfully. “To be fair, I do say thank you.”
Claire groans. “See? This is how he gets people.”
Leon turns back toward you, completely unfazed. “So anyway, before I was attacked-“
“You deserve it.”
“—I was gonna ask if you’re actually good at psych or if you just look like you are.”
You hesitate before glancing down at his notebook again. It really is almost empty. but is claire telling the truth? is he just trying to get in your pants again?
“You seriously don’t understand any of this?”
“I understand like…” He squints slightly. “Twenty percent.”
“That’s generous.” Claire mutters.
Leon ignores her. “C’mon. Help me out.”
Blue eyes looking up at yours pleadingly, shaggy blonde hair and soft features hardened, it’s almost impossible to say no.
“…Fine.” you hear yourself say. “But-“ you add quickly, “I’m not doing your work for you.”
“Come over tonight.” he says easily. “We’ll study at the house.”
“The frat house?” you ask.
“you scared?” he teases smugly.
“of catching crabs? maybe.”
“I promise we are actually clean.” He reaches over tapping two fingers lightly against your notebook. “Seven?”
“….sure.”
By seven o’clock, you’re already regretting your decision. Not because you don’t want to see Leon.
That’s the problem.
You do want to see Leon, which is exactly why Claire spent twenty straight minutes warning you before you left the apartment.
“Remember.” she said while pointing a makeup brush at you aggressively, “don’t let him in your pants again.
“He just needs help studying.”
Claire stared at you for a full five seconds. “You cannot actually believe that.”
Now, standing outside the frat house again with your bag slung over your shoulder, you’re starting to think maybe she had a point. Music already pulses through the walls despite it being a weekday. Laughter erupts somewhere inside followed by someone yelling “CHUG IT” at the top of their lungs.
No wonder he cant focus.
You text Leon: i’m here and the front door swings open less than thirty seconds later.
Leon leans against the frame in gray sweats and a black t-shirt, hair damp like he just showered. you want to run your fingers through it.
“Hey, sweetheart.”
“Hi.”
His eyes flick over you quickly- not subtle at all before he steps aside to let you in. “C’mere.”
The house is less chaotic than the party but only barely. Groups of guys are scattered around the living room yelling at a basketball game on TV. empty bottles scattered on the floor from last night, graffiti on the walls and holes in the floor. perfect.
A few heads turn when you walk in behind Leon.
One guy whistles immediately. “No way. Kennedy brought a senorita here to study?”
Leon flips him off without looking. “Shut the fuck up, luis.”
“You’re changing man.”
“Tragic.” Leon replies dryly and you try not to laugh as he leads you upstairs.
His room suprises you. It’s messy sure, hoodies tossed over a chair, papers scattered across the desk but not disgusting like you expected. A navy and brown jacket hung up on the wall, band posters and pictures of his friends too. one of the polaroids catches your attention, leon posed with a short black haired girl but you soon forget about it when you see the closet leon took you in during the party, thighs clenching together to distract yourself.
“You can sit.” Leon says, tossing a notebook onto the desk before dropping onto his bed.
“There’s one chair.”
“Yeah, and I offered it nicely.”
You roll your eyes but sit anyway, pulling out your laptop and notes. Leon watches you for a second with an amused expression.
“What?”
“You’re really taking this seriously.”
“You’re failing.”
“I’m passing.”
“yeah, thanks to me.”
“Still counts.”
Before you can answer loud shouting explodes from somewhere down the hall followed by aggressive pounding against a wall. Leon barely reacts like its a daily occurrence.
“Ignore them.”
“Is someone dying?”
“Nah, carlos probably lost a bet.”
Another roar of laughter echoes through the hallway.
You stare at the ceiling. “How do you live here?”
Leon laughs quietly, stretching out across the bed while you start explaining the lecture material. Surprisingly he actually listens. Sort of. for about ten minutes. Then he starts spinning a pen between his fingers instead of taking notes.
“Leon.”
“I’m listening.”
“You’re staring at me.”
“That too.”
Heat creeps into your cheeks.
“You’re impossible.”
“You like me anyway.”
“That’s incredibly confident.”
His grin turns lazy. “Am I wrong?”
The yelling only gets louder and at this point, concentrating is impossible. Leon watches you attempt to keep reading your notes for another minute before snorting softly.
“Alright, professor.” He stands up. “Break time.”
“We’ve barely studied.”
“And yet I already feel smarter.” he throws back with a shrug.
rolling your eyes, you throw the books shut on the bed watching leon cross to the window, reaching into the desk drawer.
seriously?
“Leon.”
“What?”
“Thats weed.”
He glances back innocently already rolling a joint between his fingers. “Very observant.”
“You smoke during studying?”
“I smoke during most activities.”
“That explains a lot actually.”
He laughs under his breath before holding it up slightly. “You want some?”
“i thought you said you wouldn’t corrupt me.” you hesitate.
“i’m sure you’ll be fine.”
You’ve never smoked before but Leon takes it back like he has been for years, smoke curdling around him before drifting out the window.
After the week you’ve had the idea sounds a little too appealing and Leon can tell.
“There she is.” he murmurs. “Knew you weren’t as innocent as you pretend to be.”
“I do not pretend to be innocent.”
“Mhm.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “You’re annoying.”
Leon opens Spotify on his phone, music replacing the chaos outside as he settles beside you near the open window. Close enough that your knees brush.
The room fills slowly with smoke and low beats and the warm buzz of being tired around someone unexpectedly easy to exist with.
“You know..” Leon says after a moment, watching smoke curl toward the ceiling, “you’re a lot more fun outside class.”
“Oh? And what am I like in class?”
“nerdy.” He nudges your foot lightly with his. “Hot, but nerdy.”
You laugh, leaning back against the side of his bed. The tension from the week, the stress, the exhaustion, the constant pressure sitting on your shoulders starts loosening little by little and leon watches like he’s proud.
You feel lighter.
Not completely relaxed, your brain doesn’t really know how to do that anymore- but lighter than you’ve felt in weeks. Its nice.
being with leon is nice.
Leon watches you from where he’s stretched out beside the wall, one knee bent, arm resting lazily across it like he’s figuring out a puzzle.
“You always this stressed?” he asks eventually.
You snort softly. “You say that like it’s a personality trait.”
“Maybe it is.”
He looks serious now. The cocky grin’s faded into something quieter.
“I don’t know..” you admit after a second. “I’ve kinda always been like this.”
“Like what?”
You shrug, staring down at your hands. “Focused I guess. My whole life’s basically been school. Straight A’s, scholarships and
internships, all that exciting stuff.”
“That’s a lotta pressure.” Leon says finally.
You shrug again smaller this time. “You get used to it… What about you?”
Leon lets out a short breath through his nose, looking toward the ceiling. “What about me?”
“You act like you don’t care about school at all.”
“I care enough to not fail.”
“That’s not an answer.”
His lips twitch slightly.
“You always this nosy?”
“Only with people who avoid questions.”
“My dad was a cop,” he says. “He died when I was a kid.”
Your expression softens immediately.
He shrugs before you can say anything but it’s different than yours. Rougher. Practiced.
“Everyone expected me to turn into him after that.” he says. “Same career path. Same whole hero thing. I think after a while I just got tired of people deciding who I was supposed to be.”
“…im sorry, leon.”
He nods before taking the last drag and throwing the bud out the window. Suddenly its like you can really see leon- not the cocky fuckboy who everybody else knows. the flirting and the cockiness and the effortless charm make a little more sense. Like something polished enough to keep people from looking too closely underneath.
“You know..” you say quietly. “Claire thinks you manipulate girls into doing your homework.”
leon shakes his head with a cocky grin. “She told you that?”
oh yeah. “multiple times.”
He shakes his head. “My reputation’s crazy.” Guess his walls are back up.
“is she wrong?” please say yes.
He looks at you for a second too long before answering. “I haven’t asked you to do anything except sit here.”
Your stomach flips a little and you hope leon doesn’t see the pink blooming on your cheeks.
You look down at the nearly untouched study guide between you.
“we didn’t really get much work done.. your still probably gonna fail.”
“probably.” he mumbles before pausing, looking down at you.
“you should stay.”
Your heart stumbles, claires voice repeating in your head. this is what he does.
“What?”
“Not like-“ He rubs the back of his neck once unexpectedly awkward. “I just mean it’s late.”
It is late.
You hadn’t even noticed how dark it’d gotten outside. Still…You stand slowly grabbing your bag before you can think too hard about the look on his face.
“I should go before Claire starts calling..”
Leon sighs dramatically. “Tragic.”
“You’ll survive.”
“Debatable.”
You laugh again moving toward the door But before you can open it, Leon speaks.
“Hey.”
You glance back.
He’s sitting up now, elbows resting loosely on his knees. “no thank you?” he says quietly.
you pause hand on the doorhandle. “..for what?”
“The weed.” He smirks, lifting two fingers to tap on his cheek.
Seriously? he seriously wants a kiss?
You grip the door handle tightly before letting go, walking over to leon shyly as he grips your hips to stand you in front of him. He raises his eyebrows and you lean down, lips kissing on his sharp jawline gently before you pull away.
One last squeeze to your hips and he lets go with a cocky grin.
“you gonna be okay walking out?” He mumbles looking up at you with almost puppy- like eyes.
You nod softly. “ill see you, leon.”
“See you around.” He mumbles your name with a sigh, watching as you walk out the door before he lays back on the bed with a groan.
bit of a filler chapter!! next chapter will pick up i promiseeee
