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Blake was starting to think Roswo was being weirder. Roswo was always weird, but this was new and different than anything else. He kept trying to compliment Blake. Blake pretended it didnt mess with his head. It absolutely did. The way Roswo would look into his eyes and tell him how beautiful his smile was, made his heart feel warm. He didn’t understand why he felt so hot and nervous around Roswo.
“Your hair looks great today”
Blake slowly closed his notebook to stare at Roswos expression. “You think so?”
“Mhm”
“I didn’t change anything…?” Blake replied while rubbing the back of his head. His stomach flipped.
“I know, thats why I said it”
Gosh, Roswo just had a way of words that made his mouth dry. It was so hard to decipher the words coming out of that sly mouth. He stared at Roswo blankly, turning his head back to his notebook.
“Thanks… I guess.” The words were all that Blake managed to mutter out. His face turned into a reddish colour, the heat in his heart rushing to his face.
Slowly Blake felt Roswos shoulder against his as Roswo scooted closer to him, trying to stay focused on not giving Roswo any reaction. He could feel Roswos eyes looking at his face.
“You smell nice”
Blake lifted his eyes to look at the opposite direction of Roswo, he knew his face was turning red.
“… Again, nothings changed with my smell.”
“Yeah I know.”
The silence stretched out uncomfortably long as Blake felt Roswold turn his body to face Blake.
“Gosh, you’re so weird…” Blake whispered lowly, trying not to sound too happy about the attention Roswo was giving him.
“You like me anyways, dont you?”
Blake snorted, “Of course I do, you’re my friend,” tilting his head back to face Roswo smirking confidently
“…Friend?”
“Yeah?”
“Just friends?”
“Whats wrong?”
Blake saw Roswos smile crack for a second, before he slowly closed the space between them. Leaving less than a hands width between the two faces as they both faced eachother.
“Blake. C’mon.” Blake observed as Roswo continued to stare at Blakes eyes, his voice turning smooth and low whilst their hands both found each other and softly touched.
“Whats wrong?” Blake stumbled, trying to figure out his own words. God, he was so close to him right now. He felt his stomach flip as his hands started to sweat, so embarrassing…
Roswo sighed, “Fine then, we’re just friends. I’m sure you’ll change your mind”
Blake felt his chest tighten, he felt a little disappointed. Maybe he should’ve said something sooner. He felt Roswo let go of of his hands and back up to his regular sitting position. Were they more than friends? What did Roswo want him to say? Why did he feel so disappointed when Roswo backed up? He had so many questions, but before Blake could say anything, Roswo grabbed his phone and left from the bench.
The next day, Blake realized Roswo wasn’t sitting next to him. Rather, someone else took his regular seat next to Roswo. It was Scliffer, Roswos ex-boyfriend. Blake stared blankly at them across the room, trying to understand the situation he was faced with.
Sciffer leaned against Roswos shoulder, giggling at some joke Roswo said. Roswo didn’t step away or look at Blake. Rather he seems amused by Scliffers presence. Scliffer was always this comfortable around Roswo. Flirty and too comfortable.
Blakes eyebrows furrowed, trying to ignore the scenario playing out behind him by writing in his notebook. Something felt wrong about seeing Roswo so comfortable around Scliffer.
“You look as good as you did months ago” Scliffer stated loud enough to catch the attention of Blake. He ran his fingers through Roswos hair.
Roswo smiled. “Do I?”
“Hey uh- you can stop now,” Blake approached holding his notebook in hand and firmly grabbing Scliffers arm.
A small smile appeared on Roswos face, “Whats wrong Blake?”
“Nothing, I’m fine,” Blake tried to smile at Roswo while letting go of Scliffers arm.
“You seem a little tense.”
“I’m not tense.”
Scliffer chuckled to himself, “Someone seems jealous.”
Blake’s head shot up quickly, his eyes darting to the smiling Roswo and Scliffer chuckling to himself. “What? That’s ridiculous, why would I be jealous?”
“You seem a little controlling, for just a friend, don’t you think?” Roswo said, raising an eyebrow fixing his posture in his seat
“I don’t care who you flirt with!” Blake said, crossing his arms.
“I guess you won’t mind us continuing then.”
Blakes stomach twisted with anger, Roswo glanced to read his face and for a moment their eyes met. Roswo’s expression was playful.
“Fine. Go ahead” Blake’s heart dropped when he said that. He didn’t understand why he felt so uncomfortable and wanted to leave suddenly. “I’ve got somewhere to be, have fun you two.” He turned away to grab his bag.
“Not staying?”
“Nope.” Blake shoved his notebook into the bag, trying to hold back his emotions for after he’s out of view. He tried not to look back at the two, yet failed. Roswo was still watching him, looking annoyed or almost… disappointed? Zipping up his bag, he closed the door behind him
“Whatever.”