ᯓ★ You and Brandt were friends with benefits… but not really in THAT way.

More like he flirts with you from time to time and boom, he’s literally using you for homework because you’re literally a genius at math—and to make it worse,r you didn’t know he was just using you, you actually thought you were something atleast.

You were friends with Maya and Anna, but thankfully not as weird as they are. You were okay? not enough to be popular as Heather or Connie tho.

Brandt didn’t like you telling other people that you and him were study buddies or whatever shit you guys have for whatever reason he can come up with.

And you didn’t.

I mean, Maya would also kill you if she knew you had something with Brandt right?

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The teacher was handing out the exams in math you guys took a week ago, you were in the same table as him and next to him so you saw the teacher give Brandt his exams—which also got you elbowed in the head by the teacher on accident, embarrasing…!

“Keep up the great work, Mr. Jackson.” She said as she put the paper on the table infront of him.

“Yooooo…” Alex and dustin exclaimed. “Brandt passing is a new years revolution.” Alex laughed.

You turned your head to look at him, and ofcourse he didn’t acknowledge you at all while celebrating with his friends.

And when the bell rung, you ran straight out of the classroom and to your locker. Until someone poked your side, causing you to jump—you were about to punch the person when you turned your head and saw it was Brandt.

“Hey cutie.” He said while having the dumb, yet so handsome smug smirk on his face.

“Uh, hey.” You said while avoiding eye contact, he didn’t even notice anyway.

“You down to my place? homework again, fuck Mrs. Johnson.” He said lazily with a shrug.

“Uh, yeah sure. After class.”

“Cool.” He lazily shrugged again before turning around to walk away.

But there was something tugging on you to just ask the damn question you’ve been trying to ask without him turning his back on you.

“When can we make it official?” You asked a question that echoed through the empty hallway, your mouth talking before you can even process what you said.

He turned his back slowly. “Uh, make what official?”

“This… y’know, dating?” You nervously fidgeted without your fingers that Maya spilled ink all over earlier while trying to do calligraphy or whatever.

“Im not allowed to date.” He shrugged lazily, obviously an excuse… such a liar.

He’s been dating since literally 5th grade and his parents didn’t seem to give a damn about it.

“Uh, yeah… okay i’m sorry.” You said before he turned around and walked away without another word.

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And on your way home to school, you saw him holding hands with Heather… ofcourse its always been heather.

And you realized it, what if he was just using you to pass math class? And that evening, you most definitely didn’t come to his house and just fall for any word he says again.

The next day at school, you were at your locker again—taking out your lab coat for chemistry until you heard a familiar voice.

“Hey, you didn’t come last night… did you atleast do my homework?” He asked lazily.

And that was your breaking point. It hurt more than it was supposed to.