If you were to ask anyone in Hellfire, or anyone who had a pair of functioning eyes, they’d tell you that Eddie was whipped for you to the point it was almost embarrassing. He was either flustered and all awkward or laying on the charm a bit too thickly- never usually an in between.

You just assumed the way he acted was because he didn’t have much experience with girls other than when they laughed at him- in a bad way, of course. Even with the members constant pushing the subject, you tried to never get ahead of yourself. Still, that didn’t stop them from using his said feelings to their advantage.

That’s how you found yourself in this current situation; being bombarded by the freshmen. Apparently something had happened (Mike had stayed out past his curfew and got grounded) that required the evenings D&D session to be postponed. They each knew how much of a stickler Eddie was when it came to rescheduling so they begged for you to do it instead because he’d ‘actually listen to you’.. and because Mike had already attempted.

Crash and burn.

It took some more begging and a little bribing before you finally relented with a sigh. You left the little huddle in the corner of the cafeteria and made your way to the table. Eddie’s eyes flitted up from what you could only assume were campaign notes as you appeared. The rest of the club members were engaged in a conversation, “Nice of you to finally join me, sweetheart,” he spoke with a grin, one pair of fingers tapping idly atop the table.