"Um. . . what did you just ask me?" "Can you pretend to be dating me please?" "And why do I need to do this?" (CLOSED, STALKERS WELCOME)

Beacon sighed as he packed up his things, "I'll see you then,"

"Yep!" Rhys nods, disappearing up into the ceiling.

Beacon groaned and went to his next class.
His last class ended and Beacon headed to the front entrance to wait for Rhys

Rhys is, of course, already out there, tormenting the first years with water balloons and spray paint.

He looks at the entrance and drops everything, zipping over to Beacon and hugging him.

"Hey babe!"

"Don't announce that to everyone!" Beacon pushed on his arm, "They'll get the wrong idea.." He muttered

"Wrong idea, hm? I need the school to talk. It needs to reach my relatives ears." Rhys replies, his voice at a hissing whisper.

Beacon buried his face in Rhys's chest, "Let's just go.." He whined

Rhys chuckle.

"Alright, alright."

The onlookers were giving Rhys and Becaon strange looks. He ignored them, electing to fix Beacon's hair as they walk.

Beacon swatted his hands away from his head, "will you stop that?!" He huffed and walked faster with a blush staining his cheeks, "let's just hurry up and get this over with."