“What the fuck did you just do?”
Marvin wiped his bleary eyes as he stared despondently at his laptop. Charlotte had repeatedly told him that taking a 7AM class was a stupid idea and that he would seriously regret it, but he had thought that she was probably just overreacting.
She wasn’t.
He’d managed to make it to the classroom five minutes before the bell was due to go, if only so that he could get a seat in the back row. He’d been hoping for some peace and quiet; he didn’t need anyone sitting next to him and— God forbid— socialising with him. He wasn’t a people person as it was, let alone at 7 in the bloody morning.
As if on cue, someone dropped themselves into the seat next to Marvin. He was seriously considering the effectiveness of smashing his head against the table and knocking himself out.
He turned his head to look at the intruder and to maybe just ask him to please leave him the fuck alone, when he noticed what the other was doing.
An open paper cup three-quarters filled with black coffee sat on the table top, and he watched in horror as the stranger tipped an entire can of redbull inside it. He looked up and caught Marvin’s eye, mumbling, “I’m gonna die,” before picking it up and tipping the entire thing down his throat.
Marvin felt his lip curl in disgust, his eyebrows shooting towards his hairline. “What the fuck did you just do?”
The boy grinned, extending a hand. “Good morning to you too. I’m Whizzer. You are...?”
Marvin eyed the hand warily for a few moments before taking it. “Uh— Marvin.” He shook Whizzer’s hand, taking in his features properly for the first time since he’d sat down. He had soft brown eyes, his hair meticulously styled into a casually windswept look and he wore a black leather jacket over a pale pink button-up shirt. Despite looking very, very good— not that Marvin was staring, of course he wasn’t. It was just an observation; who wouldn’t notice when said person looked as good as Whizzer did right then?— he also looked very tired. Although that still didn’t seem to be a reasonable excuse for committing the horrible offence that he just had by drinking that thing. “Back to what I said before. What the fuck, man?”
Whizzer shrugged, keeping that shit-eating grin on his face the entire time. “Hey, don’t judge me. We all have our ways of staying awake, that just happens to be mine.”
Marvin rolled his eyes before realising that he had yet to let go of the handshake. He quickly retracted his hand, feeling a blush spread onto his cheeks as he ducked his head in an attempt to hide it.
Judging by the amused chuckle that came from next to him, he hadn’t done very well.
Just at that moment, the professor walked in and Marvin mentally thanked the God that he wasn’t sure if he believed in or not for his luck. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to talk to the boy for the rest of the lesson, and then he could just bolt out of the class and meet up with Charlotte in the cafe.
The lesson started with little hassle, however as the minutes ticked by it seemed to be taking longer and longer. His eyes flicked to the clock at the front of the room every few seconds, his fingers drumming against the table. He hoped that his notes from the lesson were at least somewhat understandable— he’d taken in absolutely nothing of the lesson so far, and he really didn’t want to fail before he’d even begun.
Just as his mind started to drift off, he heard the sound of snoring coming from the seat next to him.
He turned his head in disbelief, eyes falling onto Whizzer. His chin was propped up in his hand, a pen loosely held in his other while his eyes were shut, upper body slightly slumped forwards. Marvin let out a soft tch noise and flicked the boy’s shoulder. When that appeared to do nothing, he flicked it again, however this time was considerably harder than the last.
When that also seemed to fail, he wondered why he was bothering to do this in the first place.
He debated his next move for a few seconds before leaning forwards and shoving the hand being used to prop up the boy’s chin out from under it, smirking as he watched his head very nearly hit the table, being caught at the last second as he sat up and looked around blearily.
He turned to Marvin, mouthing the word ‘Asshole,’ at him before turning back to his notes, tapping his pen against a blank notepad as he clearly struggled to stay awake.
Marvin scoffed at the response, leaning towards Whizzer’s ear to whisper, “You’re welcome for waking you up.” He watched as Whizzer turned towards him and arched an eyebrow.
“You expect a thank you? There are much better ways than trying to break my nose on the desk, honestly, Marv.”
Marvin felt his own eyebrows raise higher at the reaction.
This was gonna be a long semester.