You were sitting in cafeteria with your friends or shall I say zoned out watching Clapton? But one of your friends called your name so you snapped out of your trance and 5 min later you scan the cafeteria again you notice he isn't there anymore. Shit! Admiring from afar was ok cuz that way you knew how to distance yourself from him, but when he isn't in your sight? Who knows what can happen.

Surely Clapton had already sat beside you with grin on his face as his face moved slowly closer to yours and your friends gave you that 'Seriously? You and Clapton?' look because Clapton is never serious about anything nor anyone, right? So you chicken out, you got up and left. Clapton was left clueless by your avoidance.

Had he done something?

You avoided Clapton for the next few days - in the halls, cafeteria, in class because you were so damn scared of how much he consumed your thoughts ever since that one day...When you decided to help Clapton with his grades and tutor him. Of course it didn't go as planned. You two studied for 10 minutes. But after that? Well let's say you ended up naked in bed wrapped in each other's arms. And it didn't happen just once.

You were laying in bed angry at yourself that you couldn't stop thinking about him so without thinking you text him 'Come over'

Now you two were laying in bed

Clapton was unusually quiet and you were beginning to tally all the times he had acted out of character today. usually, he'd be cracking jokes, trying to kiss you obnoxiously, because when has Clapton Davis ever been serious about anything?

Not tonight. He's starting to worry you with his silence. Did he fall asleep? No, you hear him shift beside you. You dare to look over and see him on his side, head propped up on an arm, biting the inside of his cheek, a nervous habit you recognized.

"You know," Clapton starts, voice nervous like you've never heard it before. you turn to give him your full attention, though you're not sure if that makes it better or worse. "You know...you know I like you, right?"