“Ackles is staring again,” Chad pointed out as Jared dropped his tray onto the table and took a seat.
He told himself not to look because he really didn’t want to catch the guys gaze or make people think that it was him that who was staring at Jensen.
“He’s still staring.”
“Don’t care,” He said around a mouthful. What was the big deal? His friend was constantly being ‘helpful’, telling him the guy was staring. So what? Maybe he had something on his back? In his hair? It wouldn’t be the first time.
“Dude, he’s staring.”
“Shut up man,” His voice was laced with annoyance. So what if he was staring? It wasn’t against the law and according to Chad he was always staring. “I get it.”
“What?” He actually looked affronted by Jared’s snapping, like he didn’t have a clue what he’d done. Well, knowing Chad, he probably didn’t.
“He’ll hear you,” He just wanted his friend to shut up because honestly? They were both loud mouths and chances were he probably already had.
“So just shut it, alright?” He already felt bad for Jensen; Chad was always going on, making a fuss about how he was staring. Then he was constantly turning around ragging on the guy for it too. It wasn’t his fault that he was shy and had a thing for looking at people a little too long. Maybe his momma hadn’t taught him it wasn’t polite?
“Fine,” His friend huffed and crossed his arms. “But it’s creepy.”
Jared sighed, rolled his eyes and shook his head. He couldn’t really get pissed at Chad since it was the truth, and he could practically feel Jensen’s eyes boring into his back like the tiny red dot of a laser pointer.
He slowed when his name was called and then turned, coming face to face with a somewhat awkward looking Jensen.
“Yeah?” He inquired when the boy made no move to say anything else. He wasn’t a mind reader and he couldn’t even think of a reason the guy was standing in front him now.
“Uh,” He rubbed the back of his neck and ducked his head. Jared did not find that cute. Not in the slightest. “Mr. Morgan asked me to give you this.”
“Thanks,” He said and grabbed the slip, wondering what it could possibly be since he couldn’t think of anything he’d done to get into trouble lately. If you didn’t count the mouthing off he’d done in Chemistry.
“So…” Jensen stood there, posture stiff and looking like he badly wanted to bolt.
“I’ll see you around?” And that earned him a smile; just a tiny lift at the corners of his mouth but it was so worth it. Jensen had clearly been relieved to have a chance to get away from him before he nodded and walked off. If it had been anyone else Jared might have taken it as an insult.
He barely knew the guy so why was it that Jensen’s face was suddenly there whenever he closed his eyes? Opened them? He could practically hear the sound of his voice ringing in his ears. And it was driving him CRAZY. Jensen’s eyes kept randomly popping into his head, followed by his face, his smile. It didn’t matter what he was doing, watching TV, helping his mom… and in the shower… earlier.
There was no reason for it other then maybe he was a little attracted to him. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d been attracted to a guy he shouldn’t have been but this was Jensen. That fact alone was unnerving. He was a person he’d barely said more than five words to since about the eighth grade and he certainly should not have been having those kinds of thoughts about him.
So it really didn’t help matters that he did anyway.
Damn. Times like these, Jared supposed, called for blaming Chad. It was his fault since he’d been the one who planted the idea into his head with all his talk about Jensen watching him. Yeah. That sounded about right, this was all Chad’s doing and he deserved to get smacked upside the head tomorrow for making Jared think this way. See? Problem solved, crisis averted. He could deal with this the same way he had when he thought he had liked Chad. Deny. Deny. Deny.
And besides if he couldn’t get away with blaming Chad for everything, there was always Sandy.
“Wait up,” Jared called; he’d been trying to get Jensen’s attention ever since they left the classroom but the boy seemed oblivious. Which if he was thinking clearly would have probably been a good thing. It would have given him a chance to rethink this ‘chasing a guy he barely knew down the hall for no reason’ thing.
Well, he sort of had an excuse seeing now since their teacher had assigned them partners for a new project. It was almost too good to be true. Or an extremely bad thing. It all depended on how you looked at it. The problem here was: Jared wasn’t thinking right and instead of leaving the guy alone, he smiled big when Jensen finally stopped and said, “What?”
“What’s your hurry?”
“No hurry,” It came out quiet and Jared almost couldn’t make out the words. And no that didn’t have more to do with his gaze being glued to Jensen’s lips, watching the way they moved when he spoke, parted as he breathed. Damn. What the hell had gotten into him? The only comfort he had was that this was probably just a physical thing and there would be no going head over heels crazy for the guy. Not that Jared did that sort of thing. Ever.
“So…,” Jared parroted.
“So what do you want?”
“I thought we could talk.”
Not exactly what he’d been expecting but he rolled with it, “Because we’ve got this project coming up.” And he was pretty sure it came out steady with no hint of what he really wanted to say which was, ‘Because I want to see what your lips would look like wrapped around my dick.’ Yeah. Somehow he didn’t think that’d go over too well.
“And?” If he didn’t know better, he’d say Jensen’s tone was marked with hostility.
He wanted to ask the guy what his problem was, but that would just get things off on the wrong foot, so he sucked it up and went with, “We should get to work on it.”
Jared couldn’t read Jensen; he didn’t understand him at all. One minute he thought he was like this, all calm and normal, and the next minute he shot that to hell. Why was he so hesitant to talk, and why was he being so short with him? And why did he even care that the guy was acting like a prissy little bitch for no good reason?
He could always ask Chad, maybe he’d have an explanation but then he’d probably start teasing him and saying he always knew he was a girl. And the only other person he was close enough to be comfortable talking about this with was Sandy, and that would just be awkward.
“When can we get together and work on it?” He questioned a little more sharply then he meant to, but damn Jensen was already grating on his nerves.
“I don’t know,” The careless shrug was enough to make Jared glare. Why couldn’t he quit being so fucking difficult?
“Alright whatever, just forget I asked.” Jared huffed and turned heading in the direction of the parking lot. He didn’t care that he couldn’t seem to get Jensen off his mind; it just wasn’t worth all the hassle.
LOL AT JARED: Jensen Ackles is an ass.
Sandy Owns You: What brought this on?
LOL AT JARED: I thought he was just shy or whatever. But he’s an ass.
Sandy Owns You: What’d he do?
LOL AT JARED: He’s just an ASS.
Sandy Owns You: Are you going to give me anything other then he’s an ass to go off?
LOL AT JARED: No… ‘Cause he’s an ass. And that works.
Sandy Owns You: I repeat: What DID HE DO?! And don’t make me repeat myself. Again. Or I’ll kick you.
LOL AT JARED: I’m not scared. :P
Sandy Owns You: Quit trying to change the subject. You’re not that good. I notice.
LOL AT JARED: Blow me.
Sandy Owns You: You wish. Again, stop with the topic changing. It’s annoying.
LOL AT JARED: You’re annoying.
Sandy Owns You: Right. And Jensen’s the ass?
LOL AT JARED: Yep.
Sandy Owns You: Go bother Chad if you’re not going to spill.
LOL AT JARED: What’s your problem?
Sandy Owns You: I don’t know. You IM me saying Jensen’s an ass and won’t tell me what he did?
LOL AT JARED: I don’t want to talk about it.
Sandy Owns You: Then why’d you bring it up?
LOL AT JARED: Needed to vent?
Sandy Owns You: Whatever.
LOL AT JARED: Don’t ignore me!
LOL AT JARED: Saaaaaandy!
LOL AT JARED: COME BACK! NOW! NOW NOW!
Sandy Owns You: You have issues.
LOL AT JARED: Guh. He’s just so rude. I tried talking to him today and he just acted like I was bothering him.
Sandy Owns You: Why is that surprising?
LOL AT JARED: Because I was being nice?
Sandy Owns You: Maybe he was just thrown off by you suddenly talking to him after ignoring him for practically ever.
LOL AT JARED: Chad says he’s creepy.
Sandy Owns You: That’s your excuse? *dies* Are you serious? You and Chad deserve each other… and I have to go. So I’ll talk to you later.
LOL AT JARED: Okay. Bye.
Sandy Owns You: Bye.
Sandy Owns You has signed off.
Jared rolled over on his bed, ignoring his laptop completely in favor of shutting his eyes. He was doing what he normally did after a crappy day at school, which was eating his weight in candy and junk before getting online. Talking to Sandy on messenger was sometimes weird but he didn’t know why since it wasn’t like she was Chad. He was the reason Jared stayed off messenger most of the time. Chad thought it was hilarious to make up stupid screen names and then IM him asking ridiculous questions. He was pretty much the most immature guy he had ever met most of the time. But whatever. Jensen was still an ass.
A Secret Chord: Hey?
It took Jared a couple seconds to realize someone had IM him. He groaned and moved to look at the screen again.
LOL AT JARED: Hey… who is this?
A Secret Chord: It’s Jensen.
LOL AT JARED: Oh.
Why was he IMing him? He’d never even talked to him online before and didn’t know he had his screen name.
A Secret Chord: I hope you don’t mind but Sandy gave me your SN.
Was he a mind reader?
LOL AT JARED: Okay… so what’s up?
A Secret Chord: Sandy said you think I’m an ass.
He was going to strangle Sandy. Seriously. Her parents would never forgive him but she was going to be strangled to death. Or slowly tortured. Depending on how this played out.
LOL AT JARED: She was probably joking.
A Secret Chord: She emailed me you guy’s conversation.
Slow torture was definitely sounding good right about now. Why in the hell would she do that?! Was she nuts?!
A Secret Chord: You still there?
LOL AT JARED: Yeah….
A Secret Chord: So I’m an ass?
LOL AT JARED: Sorry?
A Secret Chord: Sorry?
LOL AT JARED: Yeah… for saying you’re an ass like sixteen times… and err for saying Chad said you were creepy?
A Secret Chord: It’s cool.
LOL AT JARED: If it’s cool then why did you IM me?
A Secret Chord: First to tell you that you’re the ass… and second to say we should get together this weekend and work on the project.
LOL AT JARED: I’m not an ass. I’m not the one who was being all… bitchy.
A Secret Chord: I wasn’t being bitchy.
LOL AT JARED: Riiiight.
A Secret Chord: I wasn’t.
LOL AT JARED: Uh huh. Sure.
A Secret Chord: Are you always this immature?
LOL AT JARED: Are you always such an ass?
A Secret Chord: For the last time, Sandy’s right and I am not an ass.
LOL AT JARED: So does that make Chad right too?
A Secret Chord: No. It makes Chad an idiot.
LOL AT JARED: I’m so telling.
A Secret Chord: What are you 8? Should I start saying ‘ooooh Jared’s a tattletale!’
LOL AT JARED: Shut it.
A Secret Chord: Now be serious. Are you going to be able to work on the project?
LOL AT JARED: I guess.
A Secret Chord: If you’re not going to be serious about your grade, I’m going to ask for a new partner.
LOL AT JARED: See. You are an ass.
A Secret Chord: No… I’m someone who actually wants to graduate.
LOL AT JARED: Dick.
A Secret Chord: This is getting nowhere.
LOL AT JARED: Fine. Take all the fun out of it. Come over to my place around 2 on Saturday and we can work on it.
Jared was not just trying to get Jensen over to his house because it meant that they might end up in his bedroom. No, that wasn’t his intention at all. He was just very serious about his schooling.
A Secret Chord: Alright. See you.
A Secret Chord has signed off.
Jared shut his laptop down; figuring that with his luck, the next person to IM him would be Chad and he grabbed his cell. Sandy. Sucked. Seriously.
“I hate you.”
“Why would you send him our conversation? Why?”
“I was bored?” Was all she offered but at least she had the decency to sound a little guilty. Still Jared wanted to throw something at her. That was a lame excuse.
“That’s the worst excuse in the history of stupid excuses.”
“Sorry… I don’t know. I just figured something had to be going on if you were getting all worked up.”
“So you send him an IM convo where I’m calling him an ass repeatedly?”
“I hate you.”
“Shut up. You don’t and I did this for your own good…”
“I did,” She insisted and he rolled his eyes, wanting to press a pillow over his face.
“You’re acting like a big baby,” She pointed out and it annoyed him that she was probably right.