Chanyeol just stared for a good three minutes before saying, "Really? Your my tour guide?"

Baekhyun's eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed as he said, "Yeah. Is there a problem?"

Chanyeol laughed and said, "No. I just wasn't expecting the student body president to be so clumsy and . . ." Chanyeol trailed off.

Baekhyun crossed his arms and asked, "And what?"

Chanyeol chuckled again and replied, "Nothing. Nevermind."

Baekhyun huffed. "Fine then, this way . . ."

Chanyeol chuckled and followed after him. Baekhyun glanced over his shoulder and asked, "Do you have your course schedule?"

"Nope. I left it at home," he said.

Baekhyun's jaw dropped and his spun around as he gasped, "What!? You left—-"

"Kidding!" Chanyeol cried as he pulled out a folded piece of paper from his back pocket. He teasingly tapped it against Baekhyun's nose, making him smack away his hand.

"Why would you joke about that . . .?" Baekhyun mumbled with an eye roll as he yanked the paper away from Chanyeol.

Chanyeol just grinned and replied, "I wanted to see how you'd react . . ."

Baekhyun scoffed as he unfolded the paper, muttering, "Weirdo," under his breath.

Chanyeol chuckled and leaned back against a wall, crossing his arms and legs as he asked, "So, where are we going first, Mr. President?"

Baekhyun frowned, keeping his eyes connected to the course schedule as he muttered, "How do you know I'm student body president?"

Chanyeol shrugged and nonchalantly replied, "I saw your picture hanging up outside the office. Amongst all the past presidents . . ."

Baekhyun internal cringed and mumbled to himself, "Right, I forget they did that . . ." He trailed off and shook his head. "Anyway, it looks like your in class . . . B-4. So you're a senior this year?" Baekhyun mused.

"Okay! First hour will be...." Baekhyun's jaw dropped and his eyes snapped up to Chanyeol as he cried, "Holy crap! You're only taking AP courses! Damn!"

Chanyeol chuckled and stepped forward to pluck the paper from Baekhyun's grasp as he said, "Yes. And?"

Baekhyun shook his head and muttered, "Nothing, I was just . . . Nevermind." He huffed and turned back around, walking a little ways down the hall as he said, "This way, Mr. Scholar."

Chanyeol chuckled and pushed off the wall, following leisurely. Baekhyun's brow was furrowed as they walked. He was surprised by Chanyeol's course schedule and even a little envious. It almost didn't seem fair in a way. And Baekhyun was reluctant to admit it, but Park Chanyeol was hot, and on top of that he had brains. Baekhyun huffed again.

He peeked over his shoulder, judging Chanyeol's school apparel. He pursed his lips and thought, He looks stupid.

(A/N: Chanyeol's outfit and his expression when waiting for Baekhyun outside the main office.)

You mean, stupid hot, interjected his subconscious.

Baekhyun huffed again and grumbled, "He is not!"

"Did you say something?" Chanyeol asked.

Baekhyun's cheeks heated up as he scoffed, "What? N-no." He cringed.

Why the hell did I have to stutter? Idiot! he reprimanded himself.

Chanyeol chuckled and teasingly muttered, "Yeah, that sounded completely believable."

Baekhyun rolled his eyes and spun around as he retorted, "Fine then, Mr. Park, I was just reciting a speech I'll have to present in my language class. Happy?"

Chanyeol suppressed a smirk and coughed to hide a laugh as he said, "Now your deceitful lie makes sense . . . Because that sounds boring as hell."

Baekhyun smiled thinly in response and rolled his eyes once again. "Okay, Mr. Park, your first class is this way. And I'll show you where all your classes are as we go along. So bear with me. Okay?"

Chanyeol nodded and fell in line beside Baekhyun as he asked, "Can we talk on this tour? Or do I have to be quiet?"

Baekhyun rolled his eyes. "We can talk, quietly though. There's still classes going on . . ."

Chanyeol nodded and threaded a hand through his hair, swiping it back from his face as he said, "Okay, I'll whisper. What made you want to be student body president?"

Baekhyun shrugged and honestly replied, "Because it'll look good on my college applications."

Chanyeol pursed his lips. "Is that all?"

Baekhyun sighed and furrowed his brow as he looked at Chanyeol. "You talk too much," he bluntly said. Chanyeol laughed. "And I don't know, maybe I enjoy the power." Baekhyun laughed.

Chanyeol smiled. "Or maybe, you did it to help people."

Baekhyun frowned and laughed before saying, "Nope! I definitely did it for the power."

Chanyeol rolled his eyes and snuck a side glance of Baekhyun. He chuckled to himself. "So, my first class, AP Biology. Where is that?" Chanyeol asked.

Baekhyun mockingly laughed and teased, "Hah hah! You have Biology first."

Chanyeol rolled his eyes and shoved his shoulder, knocking Baekhyun sideways. He stumbled a step before regaining his footing and shooting Chanyeol a glare. "Hands to yourself, you jerk!" he cried before shoving Chanyeol back.

Chanyeol stumbled backwards, panic flashing across his features just before he fell to the floor. Baekhyun gaped at him in surprise before quickly crouching down and exclaiming, "Damn! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you're drunk. Are you okay, though? I'm sorry, I didn't think I pushed you that hard. Or maybe, your just as clumsy as I am?" Baekhyun teased with a little smile.

Chanyeol smiled weakly in return and held a hand out. Baekhyun helped him to his feet, and was confused when Chanyeol felt so sturdy but had still fallen over.

Chanyeol rolled his eyes once he was upright and brushed off his jeans, retorting, "No, Mr. Small-fry, it was unexpected."

Baekhyun chuckled and peeked up at him from the corner of his eye, mumbling under his breath, "Lanky Chanyeol, a secret damsel in destress."

Chanyeol scoffed and rolled his eyes, crossing his arms as he said, "Excuse me, Mr. Byun. But if you and I went at it one on one, we both know I'd be victorious."

Baekhyun sighed and patted Chanyeol's arm. "Keep telling yourself that, I'm sure it'll help you sleep at night."

"Ass," Chanyeol muttered.

Baekhyun just grinned.

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