Bad boy Jason flirting with nerd Chris but Chris is oblivious ~🌸
If Chris was doing anything else, maybe he would have questioned why Jason Parker was talking to a social purchase like him; he’d been working on his end of semester art project for about half an hour now when resident delinquent Parker had sidled up beside him with a jaunty comment about how Chris handles his paintbrush that he barely even heard over his intently he was concentrating. ‘It has to be perfect.’ Was the only thought in his mind, and so he waved a dismissive hand at the confused other boy.
After about ten more minutes of intense paint mixing, he heard Jason say…. something. To be honest, Chris would normally be thrilled to be the centre of Jason’s attention, but when he was in art class his work took priority over his dumb crush. “Sorry, what was that?” He said absently, focusing on which paint brush to pick. “I said, you art looks okay but I think you’re more of a masterpiece.” Jason repeated, tossing a wink Chris’s way.
“Mmh. Okay isn’t good enough, where’s it just ‘okay’?” He mused out loud, scooting back in his chair and eyeing the painting critically; Jason was right, something was off somewhere but Chris just couldn’t put his paint stained finger on it. Beside him, he heard Jason let out a disgruntled noise of frustration and rest his head face down on the desk. “If you have a headache I have Tylenol in my bag.” Chris mentioned distractedly and shut an eye, barely hearing Jason’s somewhat hopeful but mostly resigned comment about Chris 'helping with a different kind of ache’.
Suddenly, it clicked. Chris let out a loud whoop and practically threw himself forward, almost knocking a jar of paint onto Jason’s leather jacket. “There it is!” He cheered and pushed his glasses up on his nose, settling about repainting that stupid little section that was clashing with the rest of the painting and seemed to make his eyes ache. “You’re a genius, Parker!” Chris turned and beamed at Jason, who suddenly looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “I mean- I’m not- It’s-” He stammered, Chris once again back to barely noticing his reeling classmate as he continued painting happily.