Evan, in all honesty, had no idea why he agreed to the bet with Tyler. As soon as his friend had left, he already had begun to kick himself over it.

"You're stupid, you're so stupid." He scolded himself, pacing back and forth in his bedroom, tugging his hands through his hair while he tried to calm himself down.

He couldn't just back out of it now, he already agreed, backing out would look suspicious. He can't look like he cares, that's not supposed to be him, he's supposed to be the player. Players play games.

"Why did it have to be him?" He felt so frustrated, thinking about what he had to do to the person he's been dying to have. How could he break someone like that? Someone, with the prettiest eyes in the world, the kind that you get lost in without meaning to, the kind that intimidate you, yet draw you in. Someone with the most beautiful smile, accompanied by the greatest laugh, how can you hurt a person like that? How?

How could he break someone so perfect and not hate himself just by the thought of it?

Already, Evan could picture Jonathan's face when the inevitable happened. They way his lip would quiver, how crystal tears would build up in the corners of his eyes, until they fell down his face without him even knowing. He'd beg for another chance, beg to him that he would change. He would grip Evan's arms, staring directly at him.

Then, Evan himself would try his hardest not to break down right there and then, he'd wait until he was at home, or somewhere where no one would see him cry. He wouldn't be able to stand there for long after he had seen Jonathan's heart break just by gazing into his eyes.

Evan was startled by the sound of a sniffle, breaking him out of his thoughts as he looked around for it's source. He found it as soon as he passed his mirror. The culprit was him.

Quickly, he wiped the tears from his eyes and looked away from himself, forcing happy thoughts in his head to prevent him from crying anymore.

"You're so pathetic." He spoke aloud to himself. "Crying at just the thought of breaking up with him, that's so stupid. It's not like this is going to work, he's smart, he's not gonna date you. You're not good enough for him." Evan couldn't even try to hype himself up, he was so sure that it wasn't going to work, that the bet was so stupid and the fact that he took it was ridiculous.

His phone ringing startled him, making his hand fly to his chest, his heart rapidly beating against his chest. A few heavy breaths later, the phone was in his hand, eyes fixated on the name of the person calling him.

"H-hello?" He spoke nervously, phone pressed against his ear while he tried to steady his heartbeat.

"Evan? This is Jonathan, er, are you free right now? I figured maybe we could go get something to eat and plan this thing out."

Evan blinked a few times, slowly processing what the other boy had said. Finally, he realized that he should say something. "Yes! Sorry, sorry, I totally spaced for a second. Yeah, I'm free, where did you want to meet? What time? Sorry, I'm rambling." He cursed himself for his foolish behavior.

"No worries, dude, it's fine. I get like that, too. I was just thinking that place by school? In maybe like an hour? That good with you?"

Evan nodded, only to realize that Jonathan couldn't see him. "Sounds great." He said, his voice being casual for the first time during the entire conversation. "See you then." Smiling, they exchanged goodbyes and hung up.

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"Shit, shit, shit! What the hell do I wear?" Evan was on the verge of having a breakdown in the middle of his closet, eyes raking all of the clothes that surrounded him. "Is this considered a date? Don't be stupid, Evan. Why the fuck would it be a date? He's your english partner, nothing more, nothing less. Just calm down and pick out something decent."

In the end, he went with acid wash blue jeans, a plain gray t-shirt, high tops, and a hooded varsity-style jacket over it.

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"Hey, sorry I'm late, I couldn't find my jacket." Jonathan smiled as he slid into the seat across from Evan, grabbing the collar of his jacket as he spoke to help his explanation.

"It's fine. I got you water, is that cool?" Evan asked shyly, twirling his phone on the table's surface.

Jonathan looked confused for a split second, but quickly his face turned back to normal as he nodded. "Yeah, that's fine. I'm not big on soda." He gazed at Evan with interest. "I'm actually surprised that you didn't have plans. No offense, I just thought you'd have a party to go to."

"Oh, no, not today. Usually, parties are on the weekends and the occasional Wednesday night." Evan glanced at the other boy, who looked disinterested. "Sorry, that probably wasn't important."

Jonathan jumped up a bit in his seat. "No! I didn't mean to be rude, I'm sorry."

"Trust me, it's fine, my friends don't really like listening to me talk about that stuff either, everyone has their thing, right? Anyway, what did you want to talk about?"

Their drinks arrived before Jonathan could answer, turns out that Evan had actually ordered them both chocolate milkshakes and glasses of water.

"Thank you." Evan said to the waiter as he took their menus after they ordered. "I figured I'd surprise you, you know, make you think I'm not a total dick." Evan added to Jonathan, gesturing to the sugary drink.

"I never thought you were a dick." Jonathan took a sip of his drink. "Maybe a fuckboy, but never a dick."

Evan laughed, softly smiling at the boy in front of him. For a spilt second, their eyes met, and Evan had to force himself to look away before he got completely lost in those sparkling eyes. "I'll give you that at least. I can be a fuckboy."

"Can be? More like you totally are." Jonathan rolled his eyes, taking another sip from his shake. "Anyway, I just really want to get this out of the way and done with, you know? Not the project, I don't want to rush it if we don't have to, I just want to plan it out."

"Right, of course." Evan nodded in agreement, focusing his attention on everything that Jonathan was saying.

"So, our emotion is love right?" Evan nodded. "And, usually, love is associated with poetry. So, what if for our combined essay, we just make a compilation of love poems?"

"T-that's a great idea!" Evan was beginning to feel cold from the drink, causing him to shiver. "Um, how many poems were you thinking of putting in?"

"As many as possible." Evan loved the smile that had formed on Jonathan's face, cute dimples complimented it on either side. "Doesn't matter whether or not they're shitty!" He cheers-ed his shake with Evan as he finished his statement.

"Thank god, I can't write for shit."