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Sarad found himself hypersentitive to Dale's looks. somehow he just knew when the other was looking at him and the glances became more and more frequent. he was having a hard time focusing because of it, but he was getting his work done. finally he couldn't take it anymore. two hours of random looks and Sarad was ready to put the books away. he wasn't getting much done anymore anyways, "staring at me isn't getting your essay done, you know." he looked up and met Dale's eyes, "here, if i'm that much of a distraction, i might as well help." he sat on Dale's bed and looked over what's he'd finished, "want me to edit for you?"

Sarad turned on the comments and began to mark Dale's essay. there wasn't much to fix, Dale actually wrote a pretty good paper, but the few things Sarad found, he marked. "ok, just a few things. this part here, you just state that he was hypocritical without giving any evidence. try adding an example from the book here, like when he told Ashley he never drank, but went to the bar later than night. also, over here-" he walked Dale through his advice and handed the computer back, "sorry if i'm being nit picky, it really was a good paper. i just found what i could."

Sarad blushed a little as he was reminded that he'd cried, "i'm actually alright with homework...i'm kind of ahead. i was working on my final projects." he rubbed the back of his neck and slid off of Dale's bed, "but i'll leave you along if that's what you want. sorry to kind of take over like that. i don't want to see overbearing." he gave Dale a small smile before going back to his desk, "let me know if you want me to check anything, ok?"

Sarad had wanted to go alone, but Dale insisted on occompaning him to quit the club. He was secretly glad for the company, if he had Dale there he felt like there was someone on his side. "They can't show favoritism like that. it wouldn't be fair for them to pay for me but not anyone else." he paused outside of the club room, his hand on the door, "besides, they would be paying out of pocket and i couldn't ask that of them. i've already been enough of a burden." he opened the door and walked in, "President?" the girl looked over and Sarad dropped his eyes, "May i speak to you for a moment?"

She finished her conversation and walked over, looking over the two with a frown, "What's up?"

"I-I," Sarad's hands were shaking as he held out his resignation form, "I'd like to resign from the club...please."

"What?" she looked to Dale, since Sarad was studying the floor, "what happened? you were doing so well."

"I-" Sarad's voice broke, "it's not a good match. i'm sorry for the inconvenience."

Sarad's head snapped up at Dale's words, "what? no! Dale-it's ok." but the money was handed over before he could stop him.

"Huh?" The president looked from Sarad to Dale before smiling. so that was it, financial trouble. she accepted the first bill, "that should cover it. keep the rest." she smiled and put a hand on Sarad's shoulder, "the school has a program set up for these sort of things. i wish you had told me before it came to this, Sarad."

"President, I-"

"None of that. you're a member of our club, i'm not going to let a great catch like you quit so easily. come on, we're baking creme brulee tonight. why don't you stay? he came make one for you as thanks." she winked at Dale and head for the group, "alright. the recipe's in front of you. if you need help, ask me."

Sarad looked at Dale, his eyes wide, "why did you do that? you're own money-"

Sarad shook his head, "but-"

"stop questioning and start cooking," the President said as she walked by, lightly smacking the back of Sarad's head. "pay him back by making him delicious food he can enjoy. ok?"

Sarad looked between them for a second before smiling and nodding, "ok. i-i can accept that." he gathered the ingredients, "creme brulee is sort of an egg custard with a sugar crust." he informed as he started to follow the recipe.

Sarad carefully measured out what he needed, "i actually really like creme brulee, that and flan. maccaroons are good as well. we haven't made those yet, we were going to next week." he poured the custard into the ramekins and placed them into the water bath before carefully placing them into the oven. "alright, now i just have to let them cook." he was smiling and not really noticing it. he loved to cook and now that he was cooking again after thinking he'd never be able to again made him feel giddy. he started to clean up, "anything you like? i know you like cookies, but anything else?"