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"I really think that you should go home."
Gepard had already lost count how many times Sampo had repeatedly said that to him. The two of them are the only ones left inside their classroom and right now Gepard is hastily scribbling on his notebook finishing up a report as he does want to go home already.
"How many times do I have to tell you that, yes, I would leave right as I'm done with this." Gepard looks up briefly hoping his glare would stop Sampo from his pacing. He doesn't even know why this jerk stayed behind when he's usually the first one out as soon as class was dismissed. He's probably up to some trouble again. That causes Gepard's glare to intensify.
Which indeed made Sampo stop.
"What?" Sampo asks, smiling uncertainly to try to appease Gepard's irritation.
"You're up to something that's why you're here." Gepard squints his eyes at Sampo, focusing his attention on the guy and setting aside his papers.
Sampo gasps, placing his palm over his heart, "The only thing dear Sampo is planning was to wait for dear Geppie to finish so we could go home together. How dare you accuse me of anything but that?"
"You better be telling the truth." He huffs, turning his face away to hide the blush he's sure was budding on his cheeks.
Gepard grabs his pen and is about to start writing again if not for Sampo taking his things before putting it away on another desk beside them to make room for...apparently his ass as he plops down on Gepard's table. One arm supports his weight as he leans his body towards Gepard.
"I promise darling, there's no one else. You're the only one."
Before Gepard gets even more flustered or any reactions he may have on that matter is swallowed by the groan resounding pathetically in the room.
The order of events is as follows:
The table breaks in half.
Sampo falls down.
He lands on the floor.
ps. ass first
Gepard experiences a flurry of emotions. He's shocked that the table seemingly wasn't able to withstand Sampo's weight. He's worried about the repercussions of this incident. He also gives up on doing that report and keeps a mental note to finish it at home instead. But what prevailed was his amusement so he chose to laugh out loud at Sampo's expense.
"As much as I'm glad you're happy," Sampo juts his lower lip out on a pout, "this would be the perfect time for you to offer your hand and lift me up, y'know."
Gepard settles on humoring Sampo’s request. He stands up from his chair and extends his hand out for Sampo all while trying to stifle his chuckles. Both boys get startled as the door to the classroom slams open, giving way to a surprised Pela.
"What...umm...am I interrupting something? I only came because I was surprised by the loud noise earlier. Is everything okay?" She says all in one breath. She glances first at Gepard noticing his arm, her eyes land on Sampo chilling on the ground amidst some wooden splinters from a— "Did you guys just break a table?!"
"I don't have anything to do with that! It was Sampo—" Gepard responds immediately. He doesn't like the way Pela thinks he was involved with damaging the school's property. He would never. Not when he's been vying for a position on the student council.
"So that was the loud noise huh?" Pela cuts off Gepard's reply, raising her eyebrow, her gaze heavy with judgment.
"Not my fault the table's so weak—"
"Don't blame the poor table," Gepard cuts Sampo off just as easily, his irritation coming back full force with yet another instance of him getting caught in between Sampo's misadventures. "If you weren't a heavy idiot who sits on a table when there's a lot of chairs available—"
"Oh my God, he called me heavy. Can you believe this guy—"
"My point was—"
"You just insulted my body when all I ever did was to be sweet—"
Hearing the two boys' exchanges is really fueling Pela's imagination that she can't help but to butt in, "What were you two doing that would result with a broken table in the first place?" She casts a long calculating glance on the two once again. It's hard to tell whether Sampo's dishevelment was due to his fall or… something else. Pela takes in Gepard's usual pristine appearance. Not a hair out of place. Nothing less from someone striving to get into the student council. Maybe except for the massive blush he's sporting.
"Now, Miss Pela it's not as scandalous as what you're thinking," Sampo says placatingly while dusting off his uniform as he finally decides to leave his spot on the floor. He slings an arm on Gepard's shoulders sending a wink to the evidently confused man. Poor innocent Geppie.
Sampo begins to explain what happened prior to Pela's entrance adding dramatics that Gepard insistently corrects.
"As a member of the student council, I just can't turn a blind eye on this." Pela concludes after Sampo's retelling. Sampo nods sagely, not seeming bothered by the situation. "The least I can do is to bring Bronya over here. Maybe she could help brainstorm on what to do next. Meanwhile, you two, think of what you're going to say. It's best to have the president on your side after all."
"'You two'?" Gepard exclaims indignantly. "Why am I also—" Pela didn't hear the rest of the complaint as she proceeded to exit the room.
Gepard can only glare at Sampo's smiling face.
"Come on, think of this as practice. Once you're in the student council you'll be compelled to help students like me."
Gepard sighs, "Is this similar to the training camps from hell that our school athletes go through?"
"Maybe," Sampo happily chirps, "But you're luckier than they are because you get to work with a dashing Sampo."
"Please get off me."
Sampo only tightens his arm over Gepard's shoulder, a little more then he'd be trapped in a headlock. He only lets the poor guy go when one of their teachers approaches the room. Their teacher pales upon seeing the crushed debris of a table under Sampo's feet.
"What happened here?!"
"Well..."
"Umm..."
The two boys stuttered out at the same time in a poor attempt at salvaging their situation. Obviously stressed, their teacher pinches the bridge of their nose, "You two! Come with me to the faculty office!"
Gepard was internally having a breakdown praying to any saint listening not to give them detention as that would lessen his chances of getting in the student council. He sighed in distress which caught the attention of the nonchalant jerk traipsing beside him.
"Don't look so harrowed, handsome." Sampo once again placed his arm over Gepard's shoulder. "I gotchu!"
"Yeah right," Gepard, while rolling his eyes, shrugs off Sampo, taking a step back from the other. "The only thing you got," he grits his teeth in his exasperation, "is me in this mess." Before Sampo could make a comeback, their teacher calls for them to get inside the office. There, they suffered through a total of 15 minutes of sermon before Sampo decided to cut in with his explanation. Gepard simply stood there, staring in awe as Sampo spoke his ready rebuttal for everything their teacher said, in the end he argued his way out of detention.
Gepard, grateful that his clean record wasn't tarnished, is helpless as Sampo gloats that he saved them out of that mess unscathed though with a promise to pay for the damages caused, which will be completely Sampo's responsibility.
Sampo, for all the mischief he's born with, still has redeeming qualities. Such as his reasoning abilities showcased earlier and loathe as he is to admit that, Gepard recognizes it and vehemently denies that he looks charming while doing so. But on second thought, maybe it was because of his charm that their teacher ultimately agreed to whatever Sampo proposed? Then, that means it's only natural that Gepard is affected too, right?
"Whatcha thinkin 'bout?" Sampo surprises him out of his spiral as he spins around to face him, stopping in the middle of the corridor leading to the school gates. "What's got Geppie looking flushed?" he teases. "Stop thinking about something else when you have Sampo right here," he adds, pouting like a sulking toddler.
Gepard feels his cheeks heat up further. He sprints towards the exit leaving Sampo behind. No. He's not letting this jerk have the pleasure of knowing his effect on him. He has many important things to worry about like getting into that damned student council.