My Only One

Jaime's POV

I'd honestly never thought I'd wish school could go slower, but I was dreading meeting Vic for lunch in the library. It'd end in a fight, and he'd say something that hurt me, which would lead to me crying to Tony about it later while doing a project on penguins without any help. Nothing ever ended well with Vic and I since he fucked me over.

Thankfully, the class before lunch I had was Creative Writing which meant no Vic, so I'd have the time to calm myself before the bell rang. He'd tried waving at me in the hall, which I ignored partly because Tony was ranting about his teacher, and partly because I couldn't be bothered to give him the idea we were anything like friends, or even acquaintances, because we couldn't be in my eyes. We were strangers, and that's how I wanted it to stay. 

A few minutes in, I'd forgotten why I didn't like this class, only to be reminded when a familiar voice spoke up in question form to our teacher. "Can the poem be in the form of a song?" 

I looked back to be greeted with a all-too-familiar face that matched the all-too-familiar voice . Kellin Quinn, looking sincerely curious with his dazzling blue eyes staring at the teacher, expectant and hopeful. Needless to say, it wasn't a mystery why he was the most pursued guy in school. He was stunning, in every way, so it wasn't a surprise he had the choice of Vic as well as all of his pursuers, in which he'd obviously chosen Vic. 

He didn't know we were together when Vic was cheating. No one did, because I was the school nerd and it'd hurt Vic's reputation, so I really shouldn't hold a grudge against him. I was just beside myself with envy. He had everything even before Vic, and now he had him, too.

His life was perfect.

"Yes, Mr. Bostwick; it can be in ballad format."

Mrs. Dalton's voice interrupted my thoughts as my eyes were still glued to Kellin's face, and he nodded excitedly, continuing to scribble in his notebook.

I didn't understand why he was so excited about a project that'd be due tomorrow, but I inwardly shrugged and turned to face the teacher again, focusing on every word and just trying to pay attention. Hopefully this day would go a bit better than I expected.

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Vic's POV

I chewed on the end of my pencil, indulging myself in my nervous habit as I waited on Jaime, my eyes flickering to the clock. I'd arrived at the library a few minutes early, determined to not be late in knowing Jaime was always right on time, but to my surprise he hadn't shown up yet, and it'd been a good ten minutes.

Sighing, I shifted in my seat and fidgeted with the edges of my science book, observing the project requirements nervously. No wonder we have almost two months to do this; it's going to take forever. I thought quietly to myself, pondering on topic ideas. 

As my thoughts drifted to choosing the topic of how penguins mated just to make my ex-boyfriend uncomfortable, I was startled back to reality by a book slamming down on the table next to me. And sure enough, it was him.

I couldn't help but drink in his without-trying, lovely appearance, remembering why I was so attracted to him. Not like I'd ever forgotten. His dark hair was spiked up in a wind-blown look with traces of blonde etched in, highlighting his tanned skin, and flawless skin at that. Those large brown eyes that used to twinkle at the sight of me now looked troubled, and I couldn't help but guess I was the reason. 

His outfit was simple yet fitting, and his style was something I was used to. Dark skinny jeans, a band t-shirt, and chucks to match. I couldn't help but notice how good his skinnies made his...ankles, look.

"Are you going to just stare at me the whole time or are we going to work on the project schedule?" He asked, his voice monotone and bored, making it sound more like a statement than a question.

"Oh y-yeah," I stuttered, a pale red gracing my cheeks. "The project, right. So, any ideas?"

Jaime raised an eyebrow and sat next to me, his gaze falling to the book as he sighed. "Oi, I don't know. There isn't really much you can talk about with penguins. Hmm. What about just doing a project on penguins in general, listing a few of them and describing things about them? That's stupid. Nevermind. How about a certain type of penguin, yeah?"

He was talking so fast it almost made me chuckle, and a bit of regret plagued my heart when my mind drifted to how he'd rant all the time, and the only way I'd shut him up was to kiss him, but that probably wasn't appropriate for the occasion this time. 

"Vic?" Looking up from the book, he studied me with a worried expression, verging on annoyance.

"Oh, uh, yeah. I'm sorry. That sounds great."

He exhaled dramatically, mumbling something in Spanish under his breath before speaking up. "Victor Fuentes for Christ's sake, I'm trying to make this work so we can get a good grade. Please try and work with me. I'm trying."

His lips were pursed and his forehead was scrunched together; I stifled a chuckle when his nostrils flared like they always did when he was agitated. 

"I'm sorry; I know. A lot on my mind, I apologize." Shrugging, I turned my attention to the project. "Uh, yeah though. I really do like the idea, but considering the project size we could just do penguins in general, state a bunch of facts, and put together some sort of visual display and boom, A+."

Jaime looked thoughtful for a moment, as if debating whether or not my idea was idiotic or brilliant, but finally nodded. "Okay. Well, now that that is settled," Pause. He licked his lips thoughtfully. "Look, I'm sorry about the other day. So can we just pretend it never happened for the duration of this project?"

"Yeah, sure, I guess." 

"Great." He picked up his things. "So, when do you want to start working on it?" 

"How about this evening after school?" Jaime raised an eyebrow. "My house, around four maybe?"

I could've swore he gulped, but dismissed it as he nodded hesitantly. "O-okay." Turning to leave, he offered a wave before looking over his shoulder, smirking. "There had better be tacos."