Hey, wanna gay one on one?

Eric dozed off, breathing evening out and nuzzling into his arms as the teacher droned on.

((Time skip??))

(Yeah. Sorry I fell asleep)

((It's fine my dude! End of class?))

(Sure.)

Eric jumped awake when the bell rang, startled. "What-"

Jax let out a little snort as he heard a what from behind him. He began to pack up his things and turned to look back at Eric, "Glad to see your awake Sleeping Beauty."

"Did I sleep through the whole class?" He asked, rubbing his eyes. "Because good."

"I do believe you did," Jackson told Eric with no hesitancy and stood up to leave class, "Which class do you have next?"

"Chem, why?" He asked, standing up and stretching, shirt riding up a bit.

"Just curious," Jackson responded, "I've got English."

"Sucks for you!" Eric said, smiling. "At least I get to actually do stuff in Chem."

"We do stuff!" Jackson exclaimed slightly and looked with a mock glare at Eric, but the smile gave him away, "I get to read books from the old days."

"We have Mr. Jones, and he let's us cause little explosions." Eric said. "So who is really winning here?" He asked, bending over to grab his bag.

Jackson hoisted his backpack up onto his back easily, "You are. By a long shot. Making your little bombs in chemistry."

Eric nodded. "Damn straight!" Not me, though- no, don't out yourself with a stupid joke!

Jackson had to try his hardest not to give some sassy response that would definitely out him. He just nodded and grinned, "Right, I gotta go because my class is across the school."

"Right. See ya?" He asked, digging his chem book out of his bag.

"Yeah, see ya," Jackson gave him a slight wave before leaving the classroom and heading to his English class.

Eric walked down the hall, heading to chemistry. He hummed softly to himself, mind a bit else where. He chalked it up to just waking up and walked into the science lab.

On his way to English, Jackson's mind wandered quite a bit, but it seemed to have a consistent theme to it. He walked into class and sat down next to one of his friends, Lillian. She glanced up from the book she was reading and let out a sigh, "What is it this time?"
"I'm having a crisis, help," Jackson responded looking up at her.
"Poor baby," Lillian responded before going back to her book, "Maybe after I finish the chapter."
"Lillllly," Jackson whined slightly, "Pleease help."
"God is it about that thing?"
"Maybe."

Eric sat at the lab table, playing with his pen and chewing his lip. God, why am I so out of it today? Snap out of it! Stupid… He shook his head slightly to himself, waiting for the bell.

"Who is it this time?" Lillian asked seemingly a little tired of whatever issue the two were talking about.
"A certain punk boy," Jackson mumbled back to her as his head fell on the desk.
"Really? Never saw you falling for that one."
"Liiiily, you know I have a type."
"I know, and this definitely is a part of the type."
"Stop teasing me and help me figure this out."

Eric smiled slightly when the teacher came in, sitting up a bit straighter. Okay, now will you focus, you fucking idiot?

The teacher entered the classroom and all conversations stopped. This particular teacher was known to be strict and the literal incarnation of Satan. Not actually, but it felt like it sometimes. Jackson figured they could finish the conversation later.

Eric still couldn't quite focus, and was getting a little annoyed with himself, but managed to get his stuff done.

(Should we skip?)

((Sure))

(To when?)

((Lunch?))