telepatía

The first thing David noticed when he walked into class was Katsuo in his seat without his two choombas next to him. Strange, given that he would always see the three of them together no matter where at school.

The second thing, Katsuo's gaze. No, he didn't make eye contact at all; he was staring at the floor, eyes shifted a little to the left, so as to avoid looking at David entirely. Ok, understandable.

The third thing, Katsuo's very noticeable bags under his eyes. Oh man… A small pang of guilt ran through David's nerves.

He took his seat in silence. It was still early; only fifteen minutes until class started. He glanced over at Katsuo discreetly, who was still keeping his gaze down.

Katsuo cursed inside. He could feel Martinez staring him down. The brat didn't know how to keep a low profile, and despite himself wanting to give David an earful of his thoughts throughout the whole ordeal that occurred on Friday, he kept his mouth shut. There was no need to reignite the fire that was dying down. He was tired, he wanted to go home and sleep. Fuck today's class lesson—

Incoming call: David

Fuck— There was no other way around this, not if he wanted Martinez to stop pestering him. Katsuo hesitated before answering.

David: Hey…

Katsuo:… what…?

David: Just checkin' up on you… how you feelin'…?

Katsuo:… fine…

David: Those bags under your eyes say otherwise

Katsuo: [sigh] Didn't get enough sleep, that's all… well, haven't been able to sleep well…

There was a brief pause before David spoke again.

David: Yeah, sorry 'bout that. Didn't think it would've affected you so much…

Katsuo:…why?

David: Thought you would be able to handle these types of situations well—

Katsuo: No, why did you kiss me?

Katsuo really didn't want to ask, but he had to know. He very much wanted to know.

David braced himself, his leg starting to shake in a nervous manner.

David: Had to shut you up somehow… would've slapped you, but didn't wanna cause more damage to your face…

Katsuo turned to face David, giving him a confused look.

Katsuo: And you thought kissing me would've been better?! Shit, Martinez, I would've preferred literally ANYTHING else BUT that…

David gave a small smile.

David: Including a kick in the balls…?

Katsuo didn't say anything in response, looking back at the floor.

David: I'm kidding, choom… Wasn't looking for a fight… Just wanted to apologize to you…

The classroom door opened and David saw Katsuo's friends walk in. The three of them exchanged greetings before David spoke again.

David: 'Said I'd make it up to you, but I don't know if you'd want to…

Katsuo: [sigh] Just what are you getting at, Martinez?

David: I'd tell you here, but I don't want you to freak out.

Katsuo: …what—

David: Tell you after class. Meet me in the same bathroom we were in…

Call Ended