[Jacques]

We slowly go back to my place with such unease that it’s almost unbearable. We must form a weird pair… He’s everything that I am not. He’s tall and unbelievably handsome, with his slightly curled brown hair always falling in the exact right place. He’s popular, athletic and so damn good at everything he does. And there’s me, the little hobbit with glasses next to him. Even our tempers differ and I can feel the glances of too many other students wondering what we’re even doing together. Heck I don’t know either.

He catches me staring and I turn my head away, blushing like a madman. By the time we get to my door, I’m shaking so much I can’t even get my keys in the freaking lock. I suddenly drop them as Martin put his hand on mine, only trying to help stabilise my movements. My keys stay on the floor, his fingers linger a bit on mine. None of us is daring to make too much of a move as we’re standing in this uncomfortable yet out of my wildest dreams position. He frees my hand and I turn around to face him. Only, I can’t really face him, and looking down seems to be the only thing my brain can command my body to do. I’m stuck with my back on the door, feeling his breath on my hair as he’s standing way too close. We’re both slightly panting from these last minute’s run. I can’t rise my eyes and it seems like he can’t speak. I don’t even know how long we stand there until I finally manage a “What do you even want”, almost inaudible but just loud enough for it to reach Martin's ears.

I feel his hand on my chin, gently lifting my head up so that the only thing that I can see is his perfect damned face. I almost try to resist, but his pleading eyes get my glance locked on him. In a soft tone, he explains everything and suddenly these last weeks start to make sense. He speaks until the sun starts to set, and I take my keys back in order to lead him into my room.