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Friday
After Miles failed to ask Julie out a moment ago, Jax couldn’t help but feel a little excited. He tried to conceal his smile when Miles turned around. Julie hadn't turned him down, but Miles hadn't actually asked her out. As they walked through the hallway together, he couldn't help but notice the dejected look on his friend’s face. So Jax, being the awesome person that he was, decided to help out.
“Practice on me,” he said.
“Practice what?”
“Practice asking Julie out on me.” At Miles’ deadpan look, Jax had given him a playful shove. “Come on dude.”
Miles sighed which made Jax grin. “Meet me after school, in the quad.”
“Wh- after school? But it’s Friday!”
“Exactly. So everybody will have ran out of here like bats out of hell to get their weekend started.”
“I could have plans you know.”
“Do you?”
“Well, no-”
Jax grinned even wider. “After school, pretty boy,” he said and walked off to math class.
Jax was sitting on a bench when Miles walked up to him. “Jax, I was wonder-”
“No, try again.”
Miles gaped at him and Jax tried to ignore how adorable he looked. “Are you kidding me?”
“Are you kidding me? What if she’s having a conversation? You just gonna walk up and interrupt her?”
“But you weren't having a conversation!”
“That’s not the point. And what did I tell you about leading with a salutation?”
“Do you even know how to spell salutation?”
Jax folded his arms. “We could do this all night.”
“Can we stop this now Jax, please? It’ll be dark soon.”
Jax looked around and noticed that Miles was right. The sun hadn’t set completely, but it was low in the sky, behind the clouds. And since Miles and Jax had been practicing, the temperature had definitely dropped. In about thirty minutes, it would probably look like night time.
“You’re right," Jax said before hesitating. "But...no.”
Jax rolled his eyes as Miles groaned. The least Miles could do was be grateful. Here Jax was after school, on a Friday, being supportive, putting aside his own feelings, and all that jazz to help Miles, and Miles was repaying him by acting like a little piece of-
“Okay,” Miles said. “I’ll try it again.”
“Good.”
Miles took a deep breath. “Hey Jax, can I talk to you for a second?”
Jax scoffed. “No ‘please’? If I was Julie I’d turn you down.”
“You have turned me down,” he cried. “Fifteen times now.”
“Maybe if you do it correctly I won’t have to turn you down a sixteenth time.”
Miles opened his mouth like he wanted say something but thought better of it. “Excuse me, Jax?”
“Yes, Mildred?”
“Hi. And it’s Miles actually.”
“Yes, Miles actually?”
Miles slowly took one of Jax’s hands in his. It was slightly calloused but still smooth. He slowly rubbed his hand of Jax', and looked at Jax in the eyes. Jax blinked rapidly, not knowing what had come over him or why he suddenly couldn't keep his eyes open. Miles was staring at him, through his warm brown eyes like he wanted him. Miles was touching him so softly and gently. It was a major change from their usual rough high fives or shoves and arm punches. Jax realized he was probably staring to intensely and that his palms were starting to sweat. He took a slow breath, hoping he could pass it off as another potential Julie-ism.
Miles continued slowly rubbing Jax's hand as he took a step closer. “I’ve noticed you around school and I think you’re beautiful and so talented. I’d really love to get to know you better. So, will you go out with me?”
Jax nodded enthusiastically, his heart hammering in his chest. He knew this wasn’t real but that didn't mean he couldn’t act like it was. “Yes, yes I’ll go out with you.”
Miles smiled and Jax couldn’t help but smile too. Jax was about to tell Miles that he’d done a great job when he saw something flash and heard the sound of a shutter.
Miles released Jax’s hands from his own, attempting to cover his eyes. “What the-”
“Who knew that dance detention with Helsweel would pay off one day?” A slim Asian boy was holding his phone out in one hand and had a duffel bag slung over his back. Judging by the thin black pants he wore, the duffel, and his mention of the infamous Ms. Helsweel, he was in the dance program.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Jax yelled. He knew this kid from somewhere, he just couldn't remember his name.
“Jax, Miles - This is prime blog material! Keaton hasn’t had good relationship drama in ages.”
“How do you know our names?” Miles asked, trying to cover his face. “And we’re not in a-”
“I write TMK, Keaton's gossip blog.” When the other two said nothing, he spoke again. “You must have heard of it by now. TMK, Too Much Keaton. And I know everybody. Or rather of everybody. I’m Sasha.”
Jax glared at him. Right. The boy with the blog. “Well Sasha. Don’t post that.”
“It’s too late. Any pics I take with this instantly get uploaded there.”
“WHAT?” Miles and Jax shouted.
Sasha looked positively ecstatic and Jax wished he had never suggested that they practice here. “It’s a part of my Freshmen Friday series. Every Friday, I post news about freshmen students so they can really start to feel like a part of the school’s community.”
All Jax and Miles could do was stare.
“Well.” Sasha began putting his phone into his pocket. “Have a nice weekend!” He exclaimed with a wave before leaving.
Jax was about to get up when he felt his phone vibrate. He pulled it out and saw a text from Bianca who he still regretted giving his number to.
What is THIS? The text said. And below, was the picture of Miles, holding Jax’s hands and Jax looking up at him lovingly.
“Dude,” Jax said showing his phone to Miles.
“What are we gonna do?”
“I don’t know.” But what Jax did know was that they were screwed, and this was going to be a very long weekend.