If you're still taking prompts- a little Benarmie where Ben has been the star player on the most popular sports team at his school since he was a freshman and Hux has a perfect GPA and is the president of all the academic clubs. Whenever they come within range of each other Ben's friends tease him about how he can't seem to keep his eyes off the nerdiest kid in school and Hux's friends insist Ben must be doing it just to embarrass him. Hux isn't so sure and decides to talk to Ben about it.
Why do you let him get away with that? Armie’s friends would ask all the time. The star of the Knights football team, Ben–every time he had a class or a lunch shift with Armie, he’d keep glancing over at Armie, and if they made eye contact, he’d hold it for just a second before looking away. Armie’s friends were sure that it was the lead-up to some great game, some Carrie-like plot to embarrass Armie. Their theory was supported by the way the other members of the football team, Ben’s lackeys, would tease Ben for it. “You’re making eyes at the nerd again,” they’d say, too loud.
But Armie doubted that Ben was in on some conspiracy against him. Whenever that happened, Ben, not particularly annoyed, would just tell them to fuck off, he could do whatever he liked, look wherever he wanted. Armie didn’t have a ton of experience with flirtation in his direction, but it seemed like Ben was watching him like he was waiting for Armie to make the first move.
What was Armie supposed to do, though? Shouldn’t Ben be the one to approach him–he had the better social credit to do so. If Armie just went up and asked him out, and he was wrong, he’d have to ride that particular disaster out until graduation. So he just didn’t.
Winter became spring, and the college acceptance letters choked Armie’s mailbox. His first choice was a small private college on the other side of the state, which had offered him a hefty scholarship and a sticker to put on his car announcing how much smarter he was than everybody else. He read the letter over and over, wondering how he could possibly be happier than he was in the moment.
Until lunch the next day. He was getting a bottle of water from the vending machine, not really trying to overhear Ben and his football friends talking, but they were all so loud that there was no helping it.
“But that school’s so small, man! And like, two hours off–!”
“Doesn’t matter,” Ben responded. “They gave me a full ride for football, I’d be crazy to not take it. Plus that’s where all the really smart kids go, so I can tell everybody that I’m like, elite.”
The water bottle clunked to the bottom of the machine and Armie took it back to his seat, his heart pounding. Had Ben accepted an offer at the same school as him?
He’d find out. By this point, even if he made an ass of himself, there wasn’t that much time left to spend at this school anyway. Armie just found himself caring less and less. He got his chance before the literature class they took together in the afternoon, while everyone was milling in the hallway or texting under their desks and the teacher was checking her emails.
“Heard you got a scholarship,” Armie offered. “Full ride?”
“For football, yeah. At First Order College.”
“That was my first choice.”
“Did you get in? Wait, what a stupid question. Of course you did.” Ben grinned. “So you’re going there too?”
“If I don’t, my car’s lying now.”
“You got the sticker too? That’s too much.” Ben’s grin was so boyish and cocky and appealing that it made Armie grin, too. “Well, look. If they give us the option to pick roommates, we could maybe room together, yeah?”
Like, I know we’re supposed to meet new people, and we will….but it’s nice to be around people you know.”
Ben nodded. “God, I can’t believe I’m at the same college as you. You’re so smart, holy shit.”
“I think you’re selling yourself short. You’re smart and good at, you know, all the athletic stuff.”
Ben opened his mouth to say something else, but the class was starting and this teacher had no qualms with chewing out a football star for not being in his seat, so he walked off, still watching Armie in that same adoring way, adoring, yes, that was what it had been all along.