Fallacy Error

2.

The next morning Reed woke with a rough start. He had a class in ten minutes. Jumping from his bed, the redhead slipped on some clean sweatpants and a hoodie, forgetting about eating any sort of breakfast. Just as the clock hit 7:55, he was seated in a chair and ready to began. Panting, that is.

"Rough morning?" Emmit, one of Reed's friends asked after the professor gave them the basics for the day.

"Yeah. Woke up late again. Haven't been sleeping well." He muttered. Opening his notebook back up, he reread the notes he took. "Is Owen here?" He asked suddenly, looking around the large room.

Emmit shook his head. "No. His mom's in worse condition. Doctors don't know if she'll make it another week. He left in the middle of the night." He said quietly.

Reed's eyes widened. "I thought she was getting better? God, that sucks. His mom is the sweetest. He doesn't deserve this." He sighed. Owen was a good guy. A 'soft' boy, if he dares to say.

"Yeah, I don't know much. Just that she worsened." Emmit mumbled.

Reed's heart ached for both his friends. "Hey, it'll be okay. Stay strong for Owen, yeah?"

Emmit closed his eyes tightly and buried his palms into them. His face heated some like he wanted to cry but held himself back. "He was crying so much, you know? He calls me at like 2 am, sobbing and slurring his words. He was so fucking broken. And I couldn't do anything h-help." His voice cracked as he sniffled.

"Emmit, look at me. Owen needs you. He trusts you, okay? He's gonna hurt for a while. I know you love him, but stay strong. He's going to fall apart, you know that. He's a sensitive boy." He didn't know what to say, or how to comfort him. He didn't really do this stuff often. At all.

Emmit sniffled again and nodded. "Yeah. Your right. Stay strong-" He suddenly paused though, looking up at his friend with wide eyes. "Did you say I love him?" His cheeks bloomed a deep red.

Reed's lips formed into a smirk. "You can't be surprised, Em. You've stared at him with those doe eyes since he arrived. Mind you, that was two years ago. Do you really think I wouldn't have noticed? And you talk about him all the time with me." He laughed.

The blonde headed male glared at Reed. "I don't- I don't love him. I like him. But no love." He fought back weakly.

"Yet," Reed added. "No love, yet."

"Shut up. I have work to do." He mumbled embarrassedly and shoved his face into the book.

Laughing, Reed turned into his seat and completed whatever he could during the next hour and a half before heading to his next class.

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Growling, the redhead's stomach ached as it begged for food. Blushing madly, the usually unbothered male hoped no one had heard the embarrassing noise. He plopped himself into his seat and waited for the professor to start class.

Just as he was pulling out his notebook, someone sat down next to him. Looking, his eyes hardened, glaring.

"What the hell do you want?" He snapped.

Casey raised his hands in mock surrender. "Chill Mr. Gianni. I come in piece." He sent a wink his way.

"Thought you didn't want to get caught with a gay guy? You know, because you don't want anyone to know." Reed grumbled and put his attention back to grabbing his notebook.

Casey inhaled sharply at his words. He obviously hit a nerve. "You know what? I was trying to be nice, since your fucking loud ass stomach was growling. I bought you a sandwich. Enjoy bitch." He through the fresh sandwich onto his desk before storming out of the room.

Speechless, Reed stared at the empty seat next to me. He didn't know how to react. Casey had always been an asshole to him, ever since high school. It was kind of 'their' thing; to be asswads to each other. Fucking was just an extra bonus.

But this... this was knew. He picked up the sandwich with cutian, and just stared at it as the professor began hi speech.

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Casey sat inside his car, staring out the window as the other students rushed to their next classes. He would go inside in a moment, but he needed to think. To clam his nerves down. He grabbed the journal hidden under his seat and grabbed a pen. He always wrote down his emotions, usually when the feeling was becoming to much to bare and he thought of doing irrstaional things.

He's a complete asshole. Wasting my goddamn money on him. I thought I could do something nice, but it seems he's just a bitch. We've fucked twice. Then that shower incident happened. Buying him a sandwich wasn't wrong, was it? He wont think to much of it. But why does it ager me so fucking much that he blew me of f before I could even say something to him? I'm just over thinking this. I know I'm gay. I don't care I like dudes...

But what would some else think? I'd lose all my friends. Probably get kicked off the baseball team. What about my parents? They'd disown me. And Nikolas? He'd be my ass. Such a great fucking brother. That's why no one can kn-

A knock on his door had Casey jumping. He tossed his journal to the ground immediately, looking through his window. Eyes widening, they flashed with annoyance when they landed on Reed.

Reed looked hesitant. And sure as hell guilty. When Casey unlocked the doors he took that as a sign he could get inside. He sat down slowly, pulling his bag onto his lap.

"Why are you here? You have class right now." Casey stated, staring at his lap.

"...You have class too."

"Fair enough." He muttered.

"Um, I wanted to say sorry." Reed's voice stayed quiet and hestiant. "I didn't have the right to say what I said. I know- I know how hard it was. When I came out as Gay. I should't have said it." He mumbled. He really was guilty, the feel nawing at his insides.

Casey sighed deeply and closed his eyes, plopping his head onto his seat. They sat in quiet for a while. He seen out of the corner of his eye that the redhead's muscled leg was trembling, probably from his silence.

"It's fine." He muttered.

Reed swallowed thickly. "No it's not. I'm really, really sorry. I've just had a bad day, slept like shit and woke up late, haven't been in the greatest of moods. I know it's not an excuse for what I had said-"

"Reed, really, it's fine. Calm down." To Reed's relief, a small, but there, chuckle sounded throughout the car. Casey looked over at the soccer player, finally. "I'm over it. I swear, stop feeling guilty now. It's not a good look on you."

Lies. It was all lies. Casey liked seeing the worry and fear on the redheads features. Made him feel something.

"Now I don't have any excuses for another late pass, so I'm gonna have to skip. I have another class in about... two hours or so. You wanna go get something to eat?" Casey asked, trying to sound as casual as he could.

Reed's features washed over with sorry and he smiled sheepishly. "I can't. I have to attend this class, important notes for the exam. I bet the professor is wondering where I am. Said I was going to bathroom and it's been a little while..." He trailed off.

Casey ignored the pang of disappointment and nodded. "Alright... well, I guess I'll see you later then." His voice went monotone to hide any emotion he was fearing of giving away.

Reed nodded and opened the car door. Before he closed it though, he reached into the side of his bag and dropped a stack a few ones on the seat. "For the sandwich." He whispered and closed the door, racing to his class again.

Casey stared at the money, but didn't touch it. Then they travelled to the boy he basically grew up with, watching as he jogged inside.

He needed some drinks.