Yet another story...but I’ve had this idea for quite a while and it’s been eating me alive between science quizzes, so...here you go. Enjoy.

Warning: Slash, language. And stuff.

Summary: Jamie is being encouraged to ‘tap that’; Levaya thinks he needs just a little more action. And Jonathan, of course, is the reason why Jamie’s so confused. So with the little sense between them, can they work this out?

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“Are you gonna do it or not?”

Jamie Sadler shook his head mutely, attempting to ignore the persuasions of his best friend. Beside him, Levaya Caprali was glaring in annoyance at his refusal.

“You know Maverick would kill me, Lev,” Jamie sighed, meeting her eyes. “Do you really want to get rid of me that bad?”

“Jamie, don’t be an idiot.” She huffed and elbowed him in the ribs. “It’s just obvious that you like him and that he’d go with it if you did anything, honestly. I mean, I’m thinking about asking him to make a move instead of you.”

“Just because I’m bi doesn’t mean you have to try and set me up with every available guy here,” Jamie snapped. “And just touching him means a death sentence.”

“It hasn’t been every guy!” Levaya protested, frowning at him. “I just don’t want to see you with a girl. We’re all bitches. And besides, you’d be good with Maverick, I think he likes you.”

Jamie sighed again, shifting his gaze to the teen in question. Nobody called Jonathan Maverick by his first name, either out of fear or just because they didn’t know what his first name was. Jamie knew his first name, of course, because he’d had something of a crush on him since he was a junior. He couldn’t help it, really; Maverick was gorgeous by anyone's standards, especially his own. Just a glance from his hazel eyes would make Jamie's heart flutter anxiously.

“I think he thinks I don’t exist,” Jamie replied despondently, turning away from the object of his affections. “It’s depressing.”

“If I was as stubborn as you I’d be depressed too,” she grumbled, elbowing him again. Jamie winced; Levaya didn’t recognize her own strength sometimes, a cause of terror for many people on her bad side. “You know what?”

“Know what?” Jamie asked, tilting his head as she stood up. When she stepped over the corner of his desk to the center aisle, a feeling of dread settled in the pit of his stomach. “Oh my god, Lev, please don’t talk to him.”

“Talk to who?” Levaya said innocently, not bothering to look back at him as she spoke. Jamie groaned, resisting the urge to duck below his desk and already flushing pink. All he could do, however, was look on in horror as Levaya slid into the desk next to Maverick, grinning amicably.

Jamie wasn’t worried for his friend’s safety; he knew that she and Maverick had known each other for quite some time, long enough that they’d traded embarrassing nicknames. What he was worried for was his dignity (and also for his life, because he didn’t know what Maverick would do if she really did tell him.).

He saw that lovely mouth form the words ‘You want me to do what?’ and knew instantly that he was going to be screwed tomorrow, no matter how hard he tried to stop it. Once Levaya proposed an idea so outrageous you had to ask her to clarify, you knew you were doomed.

And then Levaya was up and out of the seat, pulling Maverick by the arm. “Bye, Jamie! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“See me whe–” Jamie began before his sentence went to pieces as Maverick flashed him a smile. “Oh...Okay...”

He turned forwards in his desk, vaguely registering the slam of the door as it shut. To be honest, Jamie was totally zoned out; Jonathan Maverick had just smiled at him.

Wow, was the only word he could summon, at a loss for words. All he really wanted to do now was sit through eighth period and think about that smile, but fate didn’t want to comply.

“You are so whipped,” Rory Lakeless crowed, appearing suddenly to block his view of the blackboard. Jamie scowled viciously at being interrupted, glaring at the slender redhead on his desk.

“Screw you,” Jamie muttered, turning his head the other way. He could hear Rory laugh and launch another verbal missile.

“No, that's what you wanna do with Maverick.”

“I wish.”