Warm Me Up pt. 13
It was the week before finals, better known as Hell Week. Nico was sitting outside, despite the cold, with a coffee in front of him and a cigarette between his fingers as he leafed through his study guides. They all seemed pointless to him, seeing as all of his classes that semester were relatively easy courses. Intro level or basics that were kept easier than his high school AP classes.
He put the cigarette to his lips and started organizing them in order of the class he slacked the most on to the least. As he blew out his smoke, the chair in front of him was pulled out, and he looked up only to scowl. “Can I help you?” he growled at Will’s Brazilian friend.
He sat down, and took a breath, interlocking his hands over the table. “Hi. So, I know you don’t like me, and I really don’t mind. I’m pretty sure you don’t really like the majority of people.” Nico scoffed. “But I just wanted to let you know that you really shouldn’t worry about me. I know you and Will tend to argue a lot about-”
“Why the hell do you know about my relationship’s arguments? You have no right to butt in-”
“Maybe because I’m the one convincing Will that you’re not cheating on him or encouraging him to talk things out with you?” he snapped. “Look, Neeks-”
Paolo sighed. “Nico. I’m not butting in anywhere. But you seem to think that I’m interested in Will, and I’m not. I’m aro-ace.” Nico raised an eyebrow and flicked his cigarette. “It just means I’m not interested in romantic or sexual relationships. Will is just my friend, and that’s all I’ll ever see him as.”
Nico rolled his eyes and stood up. “Okay, Ponytail-”
“I don’t care.”
“See, that’s your problem. You don’t care about what anyone else has to say, but everyone has to care about what you say.” Nico’s lips curled and his fist clenched. “It doesn’t work like that. Things don’t work like that. You can’t just step over people.”