Picture Perfect // One-On-One // CLOSED // PRETTY GAY

Kyle coughed, “Um what? I didn’t even know you two knew each other?”

"Hmmm?" Damian started. Then Kyle's words clicked. "Oh, yeah. I met Eli a couple months ago. He's important cause I consider him a friend. And I would rather any friend know that stuff than Natalia."

Kyle looked a little sceptical for a moment but nodded and shrugged, “Fair point. I’d be thinking the same thing.”

The bell going off made them realise that break had gone by quickly. Damian turned to Eli. "We have maths, right? With Ms Maxwell?"

Eli thought for a moment before he nodded, standing with his bag, "Yeah we do."

Damian sighed, not wanting to go to class. "Ugh, maths is so boring. And Ms Maxwell is a class A bitch."

Eli hummed softly in acknowledgment, "Yeah, she really is. I think she'd my least favourite teacher."

"Remember her outburst? 'Maths is a necessity to society! Without maths there would be no order! You of all people should know that, Mr Lunar!' How am I supposed to know that 'of all people'?"

He giggled softly, "Oh yeah, I remember. Scared the heck outta me because I didn't know she was gonna scream at you. Well, not scream but she kinda did."

Now it was Damian's turn to laugh. It didn't take long for them to get to the classroom, what with their class being only a few rooms away from the cafeteria. The pair was the first to arrive.

"First here first pick of the seats." Eli said, looking around at the empty hallway by the door.

"Yes. Let's sit at the back. It's the best spot." Damian walked in and sat at his normal spot, gesturing for Eli to sit next to him. "Hey, you wanna come over to my house this afternoon?"

Eli blushed lightly and nodded, taking up the seat next to Damian, "Sure, I'd love to."

"You two shut up," Ms Maxwell barked as she walked into the classroom. "I don't wanna hear a peep outta either of you."

Eli bit his lip, looking down at his lap before he mumbled a very, very quiet, "Sorry."

Damian began to write down a small note in his book. On it was a reminder of his address and a time of when best to come over. He very discretely passed it to Eli when Ms Maxwell wasn't looking.

Eli took the note and pocketed it, sending Damian a small smile in thanks since he couldn't verbally express his gratitude.

Other students began to filter into the classroom, so Damian began to get his books out. Maths came easy to him, he was already ahead of the class.

Eli on the other hand, wasn't the greatest at maths. Then again he'd never been the best at anything that wasn't painting or drawing. He pulled out his own books, disappointed to find what was supposed to be homework was a mess of scribbled flowers.

(omigod I'm so sorry. I opened this on my phone and completely forgot to reply)

Damian doodled. What else were you supposed to do to pass the time in a class you were excelling at? He doodled a lot of things, all pertaining to a certain someone.

(It's all good)

Eli tried his hardest to figure out the problems presented to him. He really did. But every time he tried, the numbers didn't make any sense and then suddenly he was crossing at the problem and trying again.

Damian glanced up, checking to see what Ms Maxwell was teaching. Yep. He'd done it already. He should probably use this time to work on his English assignment. Luckily there was an online textbook, so he pulled out his laptop to pretend to do that.

Eli tried not to get too stressed out at the work load and hoped that maybe later tonight Damian could help him. Not that he could ask now, otherwise Ms Maxwell would certainly give him a detention.

Damian quickly got to work on his English assignment. It was pretty easy. He was the kid to have everything come to him. Not because he was rich, or because his parents were high up. He was a hard worker and smart because of it.

Eli on the other hand, wasn't. All he did was work and work and still didn't get it. He glanced over at Damian, nudging him gently.

Damian didn't notice the nudging at first. When he finally felt it, he glanced over at Eli. "Yeah, what's up?"

Eli bit his lip, looking down at the work with slight embarrassment, "I don't… understand the work."

"Oh, what don't you understand? I could easily help you? What question is it?"

"All of it. The- The numbers don't make sense and I don't get the method.."

"Oh, ok." Damian pulled out his workbook. He always did an explanation of what questions were in the first question he did, just in case he struggled later and needed help.