- Chapter 70 - What Are You Doing to Me? -
Warnings: Flirting, that's probably it
Modern AU
Third Person POV

A/N, Jack x Spot was requested by the awesome RetiredGhost so thank you.
Do we have a ship name for them? Cause I like the idea of calling them Jackpot lol. And I came up with a random Race x Romeo one; Romace, kinda like Romance.

Spot walks into his room.

He immediately groans. "I'm rooming with you?" He questions.

Jack looks up at him, a smirk appearing on his face. "Dont look too annoyed, Conlon. At least your roommate is hot." He responds.

Spot rolls his eyes, placing his bag on the floor. "I wouldn't go that far, Kelly." He looks him up and down. "Though, you're not that bad looking," he mutters.

A small bit of blush appeared on Jack's face, but he smirks. "What brings you to 'the World High School'?" He asks, making a sarcastic gesture with his hands at the school name.

Spot shoots him a look, sitting down in a chair next to a desk on his side of the room. "I'm pretty sure you know." He responds.

There was a fire at Spot's school, the Sun High School.

That was the way to put it bluntly.

Basically, some idiot had set part of it on fire, so the students and certain teachers were sent to the World High School for a few months until they could go back.

They were all assigned roommates with kids who went to the World High School, and Spot was stuck with Jack.

"Ohhh, right." Jack looks up a him. "The school caught on fire cause you're too smoking hot." He winks.

Spot felt his face heat up. He gets up. "I know I'm hot." He smirks at Jack, winking, and then walks out the door.

Jack's mouth falls open, gaping at Spot, his cheeks dusted with blush.

Oh, it is so on, Conlon.

Later that day
(The flirting is so bad, I'm so sorry lol)

Jack walks over to Spot and his group.

"I swear I'm rooming with Jack Kel-" he heard Spot telling them, annoyed.

"You make that seem like a horrible thing." Jack comments, holding his books in one hand.

Spot whips around, immediately noticing Jack's smirk.

He glares at him. "You're just everywhere, aren't you, Kelly?" He questions.

Jack smirks. "Only wherever you are." He responds.

Spot glares at him, ignoring the blush creeping up his neck.

"Do us all a favor and kiss." Hotshot enters their conversation from behind Spot.

Spot turns to face him, his eyes wide.

Jack's smirk only grew wider. "I wouldn't mind it." He responds.

"No, no." Spot shakes his head, shutting down the idea. "Absolutely not."

Jack chuckles.

"You know what," Spot starts, grabbing his bag. "I'm leaving." He mutters.

He walks off.

"What's up with him?" Jack asks, knowing full well that Spot could still hear him. "I was just expressing my love like Romeo tells me to do."

He heard grumbled curses from Spot.

He chuckles.

Ace looks him up and down. "You've fallen hard." He mutters. "Don't hurt him." He pulls out his blade, pointing it at Jack.

Jack's eyes widen. "I'd never." He responds, his hands up in a surrendering gesture.

Ace nods, flipping the blade closed and putting it away.

Jack exhales slowly.

He turns and walks the opposite way that Spot had.

Brooklyn boys are crazy.

Time skip
(I'm sorry that there are so many time skips lol)

Jack and Spot were in their room, sitting in silence.

Jack was working on an art piece, one of his earbuds in his left ear and the other hanging by his table.

Spot was doing homework, English homework.

Spot grumbles, pulling his hair in annoyance. "What the heck are the seven common types of proms?" He mutters.

"Poetry unit?" Jack asks, his eyes fixated on his drawing as he sketched the eyes out.

"Yeah." Spot grumbles. "Stupid poetry unit."

"The seven common types of proms are Haiku poems, Free verse poems, Cinquains, Epic poems," Jack and Spot laugh a bit. "Ballad poems, Acrostic poems, and Sonnets." Jack informs him.

Spot looks at him. "Never took you as one to pay attention in class." He comments.

"Was going to be kicked out of my Arts classes if I didn't pass." Jack mutters in response, still focused on his drawing.

Spot nods, writing the kinds of poems down.

After a minute, he speaks up again. "And there are 50 types of poems?" He asks, checking to make sure.

"Yup." Jack answers, subconsciously popping the 'p'.

"Thanks." Spot mutters, writing the answer down. "You like art?" He asks.

"Yeah." Jack answers, his back turned to Spot's back. "It's kinda like my stress relief." He explains.

Spot nods. "Race says you're good at it." He says softly.

"You never realize Race talks good about you until you're not listening." Jack comments.

Spot nods.

"He's exaggerating a bit though." Jack adds. "He thinks my art is so much better than it is." He tells Spot.

"I'm sure he's not exaggerating." Spot responds, slipping his English homework into his folder and closing it.

Jack finally looks away from his drawing, turning to face Spot. "You're a lot nicer and calmer right now." He points out.

"It's the coffee wearing off." Spot responds, leaning back in his chair. "Don't get used to it."

Jack chuckles. "Got it."

Jack grabs his sketch book, facing Spot as he continues drawing.

Spot just played games on his phone.

However, he couldn't help but steal a few glances at Jack every so often.

And by 'a few', he meant a lot, and by 'every so often', he meant every other second.

Jack notices after a few minutes, chuckling. "See something you like, Conlon?" He asks. "You're looking at me the same way that I look at pieces of art in an art museum."

Spot may or may not have zoned out while staring at Jack.

Spot shakes himself out of it, blushing a bit. "Maybe I do." He responds, sitting up. "What are you going to do about it?" He questions.

Jack chuckles, standing up.

Spot stands up as well.

Jack steps towards Spot, causing Spot's heart to speed up.

He gently lifts Spot's chin. "You're quite cute, you know that?" He asks.

"May have been told a few times." Spot answers quietly, his confidence from earlier seemingly drained out of his body. "Why?" He asks.

Jack chuckles. "Cause I feel myself more drawn to you every time I see you." He whispers, his thumb gently running across Spot's bottom lip.

Spot blushes. "Well, why don't you do something about it?" He asks quietly.

Jack chuckles, gently pulling Spot into a kiss.

Spot's eyes closed on their own, his mind getting lost in the kiss.

They pull away.

Spot's face was flushed and he looked awed.

Jack's face had a bit of blush, but not as much as Spot did.

Jack chuckles when he sees Spot, pulling away.

Spot felt a loss when Jack left him.

He watches Jack sit back down in his chair.

Spot sits down in his chair, laying his head on the desk as he tries to process what just happened.

Then, he noticed a picture that hadn't been there before.

It was a drawing of him.

Spot's eyes widen, his face turning red as he looks back at Jack.

Jack was playing on his phone, not looking at Spot, but there was still an unmistakeable smirk on his face.

Spot blushes, looking back at the drawing.

What are you doing to me, Jack Kelly?

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I'm sorry. This is so rushed. I just really wanted to write it, but it's not great.