"Not waiting was rude."

   Neil froze for have a second before growling. "God fucking dammit, Harrison"

   The other boy laughed weakly. "Takes a while to get used to it..." They fell silent for a moment. In that moment, Neil tried to quicken his pace, but the magical male kept up with him. "Took you two whole school years to get used to me appearing."

   "Yeah, I know," the brunet replied coldly. "Look, can we just get to class and get this over with?"

   Harrison felt his spirits drop. "Sure," he replied sadly. He couldn't help but steal glances at the other as they walked. "Why is he being ill with me?" he thought. "Wasn't he the one who stopped our relationship from going any further? Jeez..." He started to get irritated. "Can you at least not be ill with me?"

   "What?" Neil's gaze snapped over to him. It dawned on him that he said the last part out loud. "S... Sorry," he mumbled, staring at the concrete.

   The fell silent again. Things felt awkward and uneasy.

   "Look..." the scientist started. "I... Didn't mean to be rude. We've just had quite a rough history, and... And the tension is still high. So..."

   "I get it," Harrison cut him off. Guilt and nostalgia washed over them as they got to the classroom. Unconventionally, the only seats available were ones side by side to each other. The sat down in awkward silence and stayed that way for the rest of class, feeling regretful.