Sean quickly sped through the school hallways, clutching books to his chest. He had already said goodbye to his friends as he almost ran to his next class.
He was going to be late for a freaking exam and his teachers were gonna kill him.
He checked his watch. He realised that he had about five minutes, and that was a good thing. His class was only just down the hall. Thank god.
But the second he looked up from his watch, he full-on slammed into another person.
Shit shit shit shit shit! Sean’s mind raced with curses as books tumbled all over the floor. He looked up at the person he crashed into and started babbling an apology when he realised who he was looking at.
Adam Lebeau. The Adam Lebeau, the boy in his year that was so damned popular that he had no problem making friends. With his unquestionable good looks and good grades, every kid was either associated with him, best buds with him, or just wanted to be him.
Except Sean, who had never said two words to the guy since he transferred.
What the f-
“Oh, god, are you okay?” Adam said, eyes full of concern.
Sean wanted to run into a brick wall. He didn’t know why, but whenever Adam was around, he became a blubbering idiot. Or a silent one, which completely contradicted his normal crazy Irishness.
Sean blinked at the use of his real name. “Yeah,” he managed to get out. “I’m good. What about you?”
Adam’s face broke out into a relieved grin and he chuckled. “Yeah, I’m okay,” he replied. Sean only now realised how hot Adam’s voice was. “Sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going, I’m just going into an exam.”
Sean grinned as they both bent down to retrieve their books. “Me and you both,” he said. “I was lookin’ down at my watch, so I wasn’t lookin’ where the heck I was goin’ either.”
Adam grinned. “Good, so I don’t have to completely blame myself, then.”
“Nah.” Sean took this moment to study Adam. His skin was naturally tanned, and he could be described as ‘olive-skinned’ look about him – French, he guessed. His hair was black and shaggy, and his caramel eyes hid behind a pair of thin glasses. When they stood up, Sean was about a head taller than Adam, who balanced it out by being solid and muscly, unlike Sean.
Good god, Adam was hot.
Sean pulled himself out of his fantasy when he realised Adam was talking.
“I’m Adam, by the way,” he was saying. “Adam Lebeau. I don’t think we’ve met?” He held out a hand.
“Don’t think so,” Sean replied, shaking Adam’s hand. “Sean Byrne, nice to meet you. I transferred from Ireland at the start of the year.”
“Long way from home.”
Then someone else shouted out Adam’s name, and they both looked around. “You coming?” someone was yelling.
“Yeah!” Adam yelled back, before looking back at Sean. “Gotta go, sorry,” he said.
“No worries, I should be going too,” Sean said, moving out of his way. “I’ll see you around?” he asked, hopeful.
“Sure!” Adam replied, beginning to walk away. “See ya, Sean!”
“See ya, Adam.”
Sean took a few steps before chancing a glance back at Adam, who was walking in the middle of his two friends. One of them leaned down and whispered something in his ear, and Adam shoved him away. The two friends laughed.
Sean couldn’t help but grin, before walking away to his class. As he walked, he thought about the possibility of being friends with Adam, the guy that made his mind wander to wonderful places and made him feel that the teasing that he got for being Irish was all worth it. Suddenly, the realisation hit him like a punch in the chest.
He was crushing on Adam Lebeau. He was definitely, undoubtedly crushing on Adam Lebeau.
And he was perfectly okay with that.