B.U.D.D.Y | b. boston jr #LLTC

037

The professor who was leaning against the wooden desk in front of the white board, glanced at the time then stood erect, "All right class. Time for our weekly discussion. Our last review paper was on-."

Brandon strolled into the classroom quickly, his hood up around his skull and making everyone turn their attention on him.

The two made eye contact for a split second before he sat behind her and Sunday cleared her throat then forced her gaze on her cream colored Ugg boots.

"As I was saying, class," The professor shot Brandon an annoyed look, clearly not liking being interrupted, "Our last review paper was on John Hughes' The Breakfast Club, asking which club member you relate to and why. Who wants to start?"

The classroom was deadly silent, with everyone glancing around at each other to see who was going to answer his question.

"Anyone? No?" The professor looked around the classroom before fixating on Brandon.

Sunday pursed her lips a little.

This professor liked to pick on the people who were late and she knew that Brandon didn't particularly like being told to speak when he didn't want to.

"B.J. Who'd you relate to?" The professor crossed his arms.

"The jock. Duh," Brandon retorted causing everyone to snicker except Sunday.

She was too anxious, too overly aware of him to laugh with everybody else.

"Haha," The professor replied in a sarcastic tone.

The android on his desk started to ring and the professor glanced at it then back at his students, "Alright, everyone partner up and discuss while I take this."

He stepped out into the hallway while everyone began to discuss.

Sunday took a peek around the room, noting her peers turning to the people behind and around them.

Sunday was about to tap on the shoulder of the boy who sat in front of her when Brandon coughed a little.

"Sunday, everyone else has a partner except us." Brandon said.

Sunday tucked her bottom lip before slowly turning around to face him, "I won't make this awkward if you don't."

Brandon loosened his drawstrings to expose more of his face, "Just by saying that, you've made it awkward. Who'd you identify with in the movie and why?"

"The princess," Sunday murmured, "Because she feels like she has to be perfect at all times."

Brandon held her gaze for a couple of seconds then started to play with the strings on his blue basketball hoodie.

She let out a sigh, "Why'd you pick the jock?"

Brandon snapped his eyes up at her, "What?"

"We're supposed to explain why," She continued in a soft tone, "So, other than playing sports, why'd you choose the jock?"

"I don't know." He replied with a shrug, "Just did."

Sunday simply nodded, "Okay."

His aloofness was unsurprising and deserved but that fact didn't ease the cold fist around her heart.

Sunday cleared her throat once more, "How was the date?"

Brandon blinked, "What?"

"The date. I remembered that you said that you had one."

Brandon blinked once more, "Are you for real right now?"

This time it was Sunday's turn to ask the word 'what?'

"Why are you asking about my personal life like we're still cool?"

Ouch.

Sunday could feel the sharp sting of humiliation and rejection flitter up her spine, "I was just making small talk. There's no reason to be hostile."

"Sunday, I laid it out on the line. And you turned me down. There's not really much to say after that." Brandon replied.

Before Sunday could stutter out a reply, the professor came back in.

He said something but Sunday couldn't understand him due to the buzz of shame floating in her ears.

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