A little time passed before I thought of anything new to say. "You do art right?" I asked, though I already knew the answer. 

He nodded. "We've got an art mock next week that I'm looking forward to. We'll spend the whole day finishing our first project in there." 

"The whole day? You'll get no other classes?"

He laughed a little at my bewilderment. "Yep. We've got to spend the first two hours in silence because of exam rules, but I don't think I'll mind. I still find it stupid though."

I agreed with him on that, but was jealous and disappointed in myself for not choosing an art GCSE. I'd have loved to spend a school day like that, even if my drawing capabilities were worse than a new born babies. Ruby had proved that to me many times.

"What's your project about?" I asked.

His smile grew and the quiet, shy persona he had built up began to crumble away. Just with this look alone, with the sparkle in his impossibly clear green eyes, I was kinda starting to hope he was the one behind the notes. 

"I can show you what I've got in my sketchbook if you want?" He asked and I eagerly nodded. "Could you hold this for me?" He held his cup out. 

I took it as he slipped his bright yellow backpack off of his shoulder. The cup was half empty but still blissfully warm. When I looked down, I noticed which tab was pushed down on the lid.

It was a hot chocolate. 

That was it, my heart was close to blowing up. I was getting real nervous, it felt like I was on the edge of figuring everything out. Could it really mean what I thought it meant? Did I want it to be true? Did I want this mystery guy to be Hazel? 

He showed me his drawings, though he didn't really explain any of it. He seemed content enough to let me flip through the pages quietly. He seemed proud, excited.

Though he still blushed when I complimented him on his amazing drawings and paintings. Every page was decorated, even the mind maps and mood boards. I was in awe. 

We both jumped when a small girl came out of the bathroom, greeting us with a "Hey, what's up?"

I didn't know her name, but she seemed to be the person Hazel was waiting for. "Nothing much. Just uh…showing Elvis my sketchbook." Hazel said bashfully, closing his book and putting it away. 

The girl sighed with a smile. "You're hopeless. This guy," She said, pointing at Hazel, "He's a sucker for compliments. You just fed his addiction."

"I think I'm okay with that." I laughed. 

Hazel was growing redder and redder. It was cute. 

"Well we're going to sit on the third floor until class, you can join us if you want." She kindly offered. 

I was about to accept when a familiar face stepped into the corridor. He didn't even need to open his gob for me to know I needed to leave, quick. "Uh, no that's okay. Thank you thou–" 

"Elvis stop flirting!" Aaron called out when he noticed me, a huge stupid dumb grin on his face. I just knew he'd say something. And I knew I'd light up like a damn Christmas tree. 

"I've gotta go! Another time, maybe?" I laughed awkwardly at Hazel and his friend, taking in their curious and amused eyes. It only made me feel worse. 

Aaron ran and I was not about to let him go. I chased him through the halls until tackling him far, far away from Hazel. We were out of breath, but that didn't stop Aaron's laughter.

"I know that kid!" He declared, trying to shove my hands away from messing his hair up. "He's that gay kid right?" 

I scoffed. "That gay kid has a name!" I pinched his cheeks. 

He glared and now I was the one laughing. "Yeah, he's Gay Kid 1. You're Gay Kid 2."

"Okay, first of all, I'm older than you. Don't call me kid. Secondly, Hazel isn't even gay! He's pan." 

"Gay, pan, straight, whatever. I don't care about the details. You looked pretty happy talking to him." He raised his brows, a cocky smile replacing his frown.

I was quick to jump to my own defence. Maybe a little too quick. "I was talking to his friend too! Me and Hazel aren't even close, that was the first conversation I've had with him."

"Then why were you talking to him?" He challenged me. 

I hesitated, debating how much Aaron should really know. In the end, I caved to his curious stare. "He's on the list. He might be the writer." I almost mumbled. 

Aaron's face lit up, this time not an ounce of sarcasm or teasing there. He looked genuinely happy for me. "How'd you feel about that?" Something told me he already knew my answer. 

"I don't know… Happy, I guess? He seems really nice."

"If it is him and you start dating, I will need to meet him. I might threaten him a little, but if he's as nice as you say then we shouldn't have a problem."

I pushed him gently, shaking my head. "Yeah, you're never meeting any of my dates." I laughed.