PART TWO- A Clay x Lance Oneshot

Lance's POV

"So, I was thinking we could make a diorama to go with the PowerPoint. It would make it easier for our classmates to understand, not to mention the extra marks we'd get..."

Yaaaawn. It was lunch the next day, and I was disappointed. I was hoping Clay and I could maybe, after getting used to being in each other's company, chat like we did in the old days. But all he wanted to talk about was the dumb project. It was like he had prepared an entire speech about it. And we had another session tomorrow, too. Ugh...

Sometimes his nickname 'Borington' really didn't go unfounded.

I sighed. At times like this, what I had done years ago delivered an even more painful blow than usual.

I dropped my hand onto the table, but it landed on his pencil case. Suddenly, I knew how I was going to liven up this meeting (and hopefully distract me from the regret now flooding my system). Smirking, I pulled the case towards me.

Clay's POV

I stop talking- except to say, "Give that back."

In response, Lance just pulls my pencil case closer towards him. I stretch my arm out, trying to grab it back, but Lance simply just moves it out of my reach.

This continues for several more minutes. Eventually, I am on my feet, still trying to grab the case, and Lance is leaning dangerously far back in his chair, grinning hugely now. An idea occurs to me, and I drop my arm with a sigh, acting like I've given up. Then, as Lance pulls my case back towards himself, I lunge.

The force of it causes Lance to topple out of his chair, and me to land on top of him, our faces centimetres apart.

Lance's POV

I can feel my face going red, red as the Princess of Knighton's hair. Clay blushes too, but he seems more annoyed than embarrassed. He takes advantage of my momentary shock and snatches the pencil case back.

"You're fast, B-Borington," I say, stammering just a little. He's still on top of me.

He just huffs and rolls off me onto the ground and stands up.

"We'll continue this tomorrow," he grumbles, stuffing the pencil case in his bag. Then, he stalks out of the library.

I watch him go, thinking about how near to a kiss we'd come. I touch my lips and smile slightly. 

I realised I was looking forward to tomorrow's session after all.