Look At Me (Solangelo)

Chapter IX

(A/N) This is legit just a chapter filler where Nico realizes some shit (no spoilers) but it's not really important, so feel free to skip.

First period was amazing. Nobody bothered me or asked me a question. I wasn't called on during class by Mr. Brunner, and Will was firmly squeezing my hands the whole time.

I don't know why, but just touching Will Solace seemed to bring me at peace. Before I met him, panic attacks would rise up in me everywhere I went. If there were too many people, too much noice, or if I started doubting something too much.

Then Will came along. When I first met him, I knew he was going to be everything he turned out to be. Smart, funny, kind, caring, amazing, adorable, hot- wait, what?

My mind was wandering too much. I needed to focus. Get a grip, boy-o.

Unfortunately, holding his hand didn't stop my lower stomach from killing me from the inside, out. I groaned, leaning my head on his forearm. He gave my head a gentle pat. "You'll make it," he promised, though I'm pretty sure he was picking at me.

So, yeah, first period was splendid.

Then there was the nightmare of second period with Mrs. Dodds.

It was hell. My uterus, apparently, could sense shitty people and decided now was the perfect time to make me feel as if my apendex was exploding. I let out a loud moan, muffled by Will's shirt as I leaned my head into his chest. He pat my back.

What did I do to deserve a friend like him?

"Nicole!" Mrs. Dodds snapped as she entered the room. Everyone was sitting down. Will and I could turn our chairs so we could hug. "You and Mr. Solace please stop this innapropriate behavior. Lovey-dovey boyfriend-girlfriend stuff is to be left at home."

"He's not my boyfriend!" Will exclaimed, giving my lower back one last rub before letting me go. "He's just in a lot of pain. I'm trying to help, like a friend." Both of us were blushing like mad.

"Yeah, yeah, nobody cares." Mrs. Dodds seemed more of an asshole then ever before. "Now, turn to page one-oh-five in your textbooks."

The time seemed to drag on. I kept glancing at the clock every few seconds in hope it'd speed up. I felt like I was going to scream by the time the end of class neared; time was passing too slowly.

Finally, the bell rang.

"New seating charts will be arranged tomorrow!" Mrs. Dodds announced over the hassle of kids leaving this hell hole of a class. Everyone groaned at her announcement.

Third, forth, fifth, and the rest weren't much quicker. Will refused to let go of my hand, and even when it was essential to, he always kept a part of his body touching mine. Whether it be knee touched, elbow bumps, or shoulder rubs. And I was so thankful for it.

When Gym came along, I was ready to cry. My deathbed awaited in that place. No way in hell could I do it, excerizing in this condition.

In the hallways on the way to the P.E. room, Will came up behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist, placing his head in the crook of my neck. "Hey, you're gonna make it," he whispered. "Think, when school's over, I have a hella lot of chocolate in my room. And we can watch Voltron." He finished with a seductive twinge.

I smiled at him. "Eating? Voltron? You sure this ain't a date?"

Will had a very Lance-like smirk on his face. "Would you like it to be?"

My face turned tomato red. He caught me by surprise. "I-uh-ye-uh-" I stuttered out. Why couldn't my mouth form the right words?

"You're adorable," Will chided, poking me on the cheek. I blushed a bit harder, feeling a small sweat forming from all the heat rushing to my face.

Then, like an anime character, Will was able to grab my stuff in one fluid movement and run off to the locker rooms while looking so adorable and so fucking awesome at the same time. Damn, he was brilliant. Perfect, amazing.

My eyes widened.

"Shit."