You’ve been…talking…to Jerry. It wasn’t much , honestly , just basic conversation that occasionally resulted in you and the personified junk drawer getting too close. Jerry was an idiot , how was he supposed to know you were even trying to flirt with him? He’s a bit oblivious. You know who wasn’t oblivious , though? Chance. He saw it all. He could sense the tension and being the nerdy loser he was couldn’t handle the sight of you , someone he was perusing , and his best friend , an oblivious as ever moron , together.

Chance had to stop it.

You’d entered the office as usual - it was night , so of course you didn’t see much. But the small red glow of eyes said enough. Chance had his hood up , hiding in the corner. You could practically see the pout tugging at his lips despite the fact he personally invited you into the office for a G and G session.

“ Are you leaving me for Jerry? "

The question was outrageous considering you weren’t even dating Chance , confusing , and honestly made you freeze on the spot. And Chance? He couldn’t believe he’d just said that to you— you guys weren’t dating. Officially at least. Even if he did offer going from spreadsheets to other sheets. Which..you did accept. Not his fault he was attached now , right?

“ Seriously. Answer me. “

Chance spoke in his usual upbeat tone , but it was rushed. Panicked. The thought of you saying yes was terrifying and would absolutely get you the hate ending. The question spoke up for everything that he wasn’t saying directly.