Sniperspy Highschool AU (Part 1)
This was requested by yalarof, and I thought it looked really fun, so here's a little ficlet thing! I used some headcanons I was discussing a week or so back about Sniper being a badboy and Spy being goody-two-shoes as my sort inspiration for this, haha.
Sniper clenched his fists, the edge of the sleeve on his leather jacket pressing against his arm coolly. He didn't want to ask what he had to ask right then and there, especially of... Whatever his name was. No one at school even seemed to know. He'd wanted to talk to him for a while, but the time had never been right, and now seemed like the worst time of all, but...
"Hey!" Mundy finally called loudly enough to get the boy walking front of him's attention. The shorter boy turned around, an expression Mundy couldn't pinpoint written on his face.
Mundy's heart skipped a beat. He'd noticed the boy's grayish eyes and handsome features form the moment he'd moved in a slight walk from Mundy's house. His features were angular, but seemed soft and elegant in the same way. He was the kind of boy you'd see in one of the romance novels the girls in his class were always reading.
The boy stared at him, waiting for a reason he'd been disturbed on his walk home. "So, um, listen, mate... I, uh, hate to say this, but I kind of need your help."
"I'm not interested." Spy frowned and turned around again.
"Please? Mrs. Chappen says I'll fail English if I don't get someone to tutor me, okay?" Sniper was turning more red by the second. He didn't want to ask for help, and he'd already been turned down.
"Non." Spy repeated again, still not looking at the taller boy.
Mundy hadn't meant to grab him so hard, he'd just meant to turn him around, but before he knew it, in one fluid motion, he spun the boy around and pinned him against the wall they had been walking beside.
"Please." Mundy asked one more time. The boy looked up at him, his gaze searching Mundy's eyes. He looked slightly frightened, which was understandable. Sniper had a reputation, to say the least, and judging from the boy's attitude and that ridiculously expensive sweater he was wearing, no had ever laid a hand on him.
"Fine." He cocked an eyebrow, and Mundy was surprised to see him flash a small lopsided grin. Mundy let go of him. He was surprised once again to see the boy pull a lighter and pack of cigarettes out of one of his perfectly tailored pockets. Mundy had always seen the boy with perfect grades, perfect clothes, and he didn't think he'd ever seen Spy at any party.
"What's your, uh, name? I'm Mundy."
"I know." He said simply. "People call me Spy."
To possibly be continued, maybe.