You Plus Me Equals

Leo walked into the main university's canteen and looked around at the busyness around him. He needed to snatch a corner where he could work on his lecture and he only knew of one spot. He hoped it was still free.

He really wished Evan was with him. Evan was more intimidating than him. And could always clear out a table with a look if he wanted to.

Leo had the intimidating aura of a snail.

Leo politely pushed past each person, nodding and apologizing until he reached the lounge, cafeteria where it was just a bit quieter than out in the main hall.

He surveyed the area and saw that the only table currently open was the small table off to the left next to the wall. The one with the single red armchair that had a broken leg.

He sighed.

"Of course it was that one."

"If only Evan hadn't taken so long packing up his things. "

Leo walked along the wall past a large group of people who were working on a giant banner for some sort of project.

He flushed and apologized when he clipped the corner of the project that stuck out past the table edge.

A few of the students looked up to glare at the person who dares to move their project. Leo hurried past after a nod of regret in their direction.

When he finally reached his seat he plopped into it. And let out a startled yelp as the chair wobbled beneath him.

Leo flushed bright red and ducked down when he looked around. A few people had looked his way and were chuckling or shaking their head in amus.e.m.e.nt.

That chair had gotten everyone in the whole university at least once. Most people were pretty sure the janitor left it there on purpose to stick it to the university who had cut their budget down by almost half its original amount from last year.

Leo reached into his pack and searched for a moment before he found his weekly writing journal. It was the perfect size to fit in the gap the leg had, it was the only reason he had stopped using it. Once he found something that was actually the perfect size to level out the demon chair, he didn't want to risk compromising it in any way. Leo bent down and carefully slid the book underneath the broken chair leg.

He looked up satisfied with his ingenuity and realized no one in there had been watching or even cared how clever he was. Leo s.u.c.k.e.d in his bottom lip and pouted. He stood back up and left his bag on the chair to claim it, and walked out to grab lunch.

He ordered a simple sandwich, as anything that had any sort of flavor and variety was already sold out a while ago. He turned and went back to sit down wishing Evan hadn't had to ditch him for a private class, because his work was beyond tedious today. And he wasn't looking forward to doing it alone.

His meal was almost tasteless as he mind-numbingly chewed away at it while concentrating on his lecture notes.

The teacher in his class was strict and no-nonsense, anything he handed in would have to be immaculate, so he was giving this work his all, his one hundred percent.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he saw a small group of seniors enter the room and thought nothing of it, ignoring the new group of people who would have to grab one of the bigger tables that had cleared out while he had been eating and would want nothing to do with his broken-down corner. He popped the last bite of his food into his mouth and chewed.

Each major and year had their own course work and schedules. Which meant that the flow of students was always coming and going all day. At any given time this area was packed with at least three dozen students. And you could find it that way, even at one in the morning as they either worked quietly or frantically on the projects in front of them.

Many people met here, despite the canteen closing down by eleven at night. It was still a great place for group projects and collaborations for vlogs and essays. The space was easier to reach and better than the dorms in most cases because laying your project out in your dorm and inviting five to eight people into it normally meant you were too cramped to move.

It increased the chance your work could get messed up. And there were some people who had been stuck with some really awful roommates. 'Luckily he had a single room. Because he didn't think he could stand a roommate like...'

Something flashed in Leo's peripheral.

"LEO!"

Leo looked up and stood in surprise. His face dropped.

Max, the number one track athlete. The guy everyone loved. Mr. Socially outgoing, all-around loveable guy who was always cheerful and smiling. The one with numerous plaques in the school with his name on them.

That Max was storming at him, anger written all over his face.

'How? What?'

Leo's eyes bulged. As the angry behemoth of a senior charged at him. Leo choked on his last swallow of food before backing up a little.

Max's long dark hair blew back gently as he came towards him. His tie was loosened and the top two buttons of his pristine white shirt were undone. His shirt was tucked into his pants like it was supposed to be, but his sleeves were rolled up and he looked as if he might have been doing some sort of physical labor not coming from a classroom.

Max grabbed him and pulled him away from the broken chair and into the wall. Leo panicked internally as the boy from the year above his pressed him flat against the wall a look of anger pressing his eyebrows firmly down on his pretty face.

"What... Me?" Leo managed to stutter out. Now very aware, that no matter how much noise was being made before. The entire hall had certainly quieted down as kids paid attention to what looked like a fight about to start.

"Max, you're looking for me?" He asked slowly leaning back, pressing himself further into the wall as if he were trying to melt into it as Max got right into his face.

"My Key... Give it back," Max said, his face worked in anger, a dangerous scowl that sent shivers down Leo's spine. The dark brown of his eyes flashed and he extended his free palm upwards in front of him. Angrily demanding Leo hand back this thing he was talking about. As if he had taken it.

Leo bit his bottom lip.

Then ran his tongue slowly across the back of his teeth, unsure what Max was talking about.

"Some other freshman, said they saw you take my keychain when they were leaving the freshman games."

"I dunno why you think it would be funny to take someone else's things. But give it back." Max growled.

"I don't have your Keys..."

"I would remember taking someone else's Keys... Besides, who would do that?" Leo said he looked around him for help but his glances were short and filled with anxiety. Half from begging for help, and half from the anxiety and embarrassment that came from being pinned helplessly against the wall.

"You really don't have it anywhere?" Max glared at Leo, his eyes filled with distrust.

"It's okay if I check then?" Max smirked annoyed.

"Right?" Max, he quipped. Then, before Leo had a chance to answer, he reached one arm around so that he was holding Leo tightly to the wall and his own body pinning Leo between the two so he couldn't move.

"You don't have to pin me down." Leo snapped.

"Just go ahead and check. I have nothing to hide. I didn't take anything." He finished a little less bravely as Max gave him a look. Leo gulped.

Max scoffed.

He let Leo go and his arm dropped. His other hand slid inside Leo's pants pocket and started to search the deep crumpled fabric.

"Ahhh...." Leo yelped a little startled. 'Relax calm down. It's just a pocket. It's not like he is punching your brains out. Or invading your privacy. You could have stopped him. Yet you are letting him do this because you are not guilty of anything and you have nothing to hide.' He reminded himself.

'His hands are going kinda deep there...'

'Pockets are deep... '

"Max..." Leo flushed as Max's hand moved around through the thin material of his pocket square. He felt his fingertips brush against his t.h.i.g.hs and shivered from the contact through the material.

'It kinda tickles. Wait....'