Later that day, about 10 minutes after the students were supposed to go home, when even the teachers were ready to go home for the weekend, Quincy decided to put the number into his phone. Before he stuffed his phone into his pocket, he decided to send the person he had dubbed "Greeny" a message. It was just a simple 'hello', nothing special at all, but he knew it would probably at least make him smile. He had no idea why he wanted him to smile in the first place, but Quincy wasn't one to think twice about really anything.

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Bruce's phone buzzed in his pocket. When he opened it, he was greeted with a "Hey it's Quincy, you know the guy who now has your number permanently inked on my glove", and he smiled. After about 10 seconds later, though, he dropped his head on the desk in front of him and groaned. This went unnoticed in the loud classroom. It was about a minute before he grabbed his phone and started typing. They messaged back and forth, the space in between replies quickly dwindling until there was only a few seconds between them. They talked about absolutely nothing, and yet it was more than Bruce had ever wanted to hear.

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Bruce and Quincy were slowly growing closer. By the end of the month, they were laughing together and talking whenever they could. They thought Quincy's friends wouldn't notice. Quincy's friends noticed. And they weren't happy about it in the slightest.