Lucas turns a blind eye towards their companions. He thrust out a pen from his pockets and then blankly tapped the table with his other fingers in thought. Owen did not bother him.
He acquired a piece of paper from the stack, and began doodling on it. He drew what he thought of.
Adrian thought there would be a fight breaking out again. Alas, he was proven wrong. His brows furrowed in contemplation. A frown went up on his face.
Weirded out that Lucas ignored him. From their interactions, Lucas had been steadily associating himself with him. Talking nonsense that Adrian had been ignoring. Yet, he could not think of that this time, it was his turn being ignored. He should have been relieved that finally, the annoying brat has not taken the initiative to socialize; however, why is his chest heavy? The stuffiness and suffocation filling him up made his nose sour.
He presses down the flabbergasted emotions fermenting. Adrian walks towards one of the chairs, Kristoff in tow. Pulling the wooden chair, he sat down. Observing Lucas from the corner of his eyes as he gets down to business writing the damn self reflection speech.
He silently passes a pen and paper towards Kristoff who looks back confusedly at him.
''You do it. You have more experience than me.''
''But-'' Kristoff shuts up, not continuing the next sentence. Adrian looks different. Dangerous and vex.
Kristoff will not mess with Adrian right at the moment. He was momentarily stunned. Looks annoyed. Even though Adrian is his friend, sometimes the aura Adrian radiates differently. He cannot distinguish what was the thing that made him uneasy with him. Even though they got along so well, there are still times that Adrian is like a different man. Not the Adrian he knows.
He remembered what his mother had told him. That he needs to be careful. Maybe, because of that incident molded Adrian like this.
Kristoff purses his bottom lip, not a single complaint coming out. Before he diligently began to write, he threw out a stink eye towards Owen, who was watching. He knows those kinds of eyes. Specifically, those gossipy eyes.
Owen did not recede. He provokingly watches. Poking a tongue out childishly to Kristoff. Owen shifts his body to Lucas, making sure he does not lean too much and whispers.
''Hey, they are in conflict right now.''
Lucas clicks his tongue.
''Not interested.'' Seeing that Lucas is not interested with the two, Owen retracted the gaze on them.
''I'm bored."
"Then you write. I'll just do an impromptu speech tomorrow. Too lazy to think and write.'' Lucas says, passing the paper to Owen.
Owen takes it from him, twirling his pen and then begins to write some nonsense he could think of.
Lucas conjures a speech that will make Mr. Evans regret letting them have that being as punishment. It's not like he hates doing public speaking. Jut he has been dodging being the eye of the center and then him being the center tomorrow. The irony.
''How about you do the speech-''
Owen interrupts Lucas, "Hehehehe. Lucas, fighting !''
He forms a fist, cheering him. Smile imprinted on the face.
Lucas shakes his head lightly then pauses when he catches Adrian observing him.
Seems like the lad cannot hold on anymore? He doesn't care anymore. Lucas pulls up his bag, fluffing it up and then places his head on top of it, obstructing Adrian's view.
''I'll be sleeping a bit, you know what to do.''
Owen made an okay signal with his hand.
Lucas then flutters his eyes close, the drowsiness he has been suppressing surges in the moment. He drifts to his dreamland.
Adrian clearly came to a conclusion.
Lucas does have the intention. No. Not intention. He really is ignoring his existence. The uncomfiness grew.
He should not feel uneasy. They only had a few interactions. Then why is he covered in gloominess?
Adrian rubs his face. Frustrated with the budding growth of emotion inside him. He backtracks, listing one by one what he hates about Lucas. Maybe in this way, he can get rid of that tiny feeling.
Firstly, Lucas is highly maintained. He had observed his skin is without an ounce of blemishes. Smooth.
The first time he had gotten close, his eyelashes were long, complimenting his eyes.
Secondly, annoying. The way he moves irks Adrian. He is carefree. Not giving a shit about someone. Though, he will be giving his full attention to you when you have gotten a bad side of Owen. It shows that he gives importance to loyalty.
Thirdly, he is annoyingly cute.
Cute. Cute. Cu-
Adrian smacks his right cheek to wake himself up, gaining the attention of the two. They stared at him, confused and dumbfounded.
He waves a hand to them.
"No need to worry. I felt a mosquito on my cheek." He made up an excuse.
He showed his hand, a small amount of blank ink splattered on his hand but it could pass off by being a mosquito.
Far from the two, Owen had to believe him. He returned to writing while Kristoff did not believe any of his words.
He ignores him.
With his other hand, he touches the cheek; hissing as the pain shoots to his nerves.
He had to do the absurd action, okay? He needs to come to his senses. Adrian should not find Lucas cute. Absolutely not.
Unknowingly, time passes.
Lucas, having accurately sensed the time, began to stir in his sleep. His eyelids move slightly, and then flutter it open. He drowsily stares, still out of it.
After five minutes of staring at Owen's side profile, he sits up right just in time to catch Adrian's attention on him. His right cheek is red.
Questions formed inside of Lucas.
Did something happen while he was sleeping peacefully? He did not hear anything unusual.
"Are you done?"
"Good Morning to you too. And yes, I had finished it. How about we passed it?"
"Good idea." Lucas agrees, hand on the table, he pushes to stand up.
He bends down to get his bag and sling it to his shoulder, ready to go.
Lucas walks behind Owen. He did not see Adrian craning his neck to see him passing by.
Adrian watches his shadow getting further and further away from them.
He sighs.