【Sinja】Drama Club

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Ja'far walked down the halls and kept his head held high. Why were people so prissy about him sleeping with Sinbad? No one else seemed to mind when it was the run of the mill skank.

But no... just because he was friends with Sinbad.

The silver haired boy spotted Sinbad sitting outside with Hinahoho and Masrur. Hinahoho spotted him first and waved him over.

Ja'far ignored the piercing eyes on him as he wandered over to the group and sat down across from Sinbad.

"Ja'far! You made it!" Sinbad cheered, "listen, I was thinking you should come over to my house with Yamraiha and Pisti for a sleepover party! I already asked them and they said yes," he grinned.

Ja'far stared at him with a blank face, "right... and why a sleep over?" He asked tauntingly, "seems rather middle school don't you think?"

"Trust me, I tried that," Hinahoho teased.

Sinbad huffed and pouted, "yeah well bonding moments people!" He declared.

Ja'far snorted and rolled his eyes, "I'll think about it," he mused.

"Nooo come onnnn that always means nooo!" Sinbad complained reaching across the table childishly.

"And how would you know that? We've only known each other for a little over a month now," Ja'far said mockingly, but thankfully his eyes were playful.

Hinahoho rested a hand on Ja'far's... wet(?) shoulder, his eyebrows furrowed but didn't say anything before smiling, "come on, I think it'll be fun, and besides you don't want to abandon your best friends there with Sharrkan right?"

Ja'far pouted before he bit his lip in thought before groaning, "alright, fine, when is this stupid party?" He asked.

"Tonight at eight!"

Ja' far didn't really have luck with parties... but if it was just them he should be okay...

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Oh he was NOT okay.

Ja'far stared at the house that was full of teenagers from his classes all in "sexy" pajamas wear and meanwhile he was only in sweatpants and an oversized sweater that belonged to his adoptive older brother.

"What the fuck Sin?" He whispered under his breath.

He pulled up his phone and tried calling Yamraiha or Pisti and of course neither of them answered.

Ja'far groaned and sat down on the curb and buried his face into his knees. Why did this have to happen?

And of course because god likes to shit in his cereal, a loud revving alerted his attention... before he got a face full of muddy water.

He hated cars. He hated water. He hated people. And right now he kinda hated Sinbad.

Tears well up in his eyes and he took a deep shaky breath- he wasn't going to cry here...

"Ja'far?"

Said boy looked up and saw Hinahoho walking up to him with his arms linked with a beautiful girl he knew was named Rurumu.

Ja'far ducked his head and slowly stood up, "Hinahoho, I would be grateful if you told Sinbad I'm not coming to this stupid party..."

Rurumu notified all the water and she gasped, "what happened to you??" She asked as she immediately pulled a handkerchief out of her duffel bag, blotting the wet spots of Ja'far.

"Oh you know, some jealous cows who believe everything they're told," Ja'far answered haughtily.

"You mean someone from school did this to you?" Hinahoho asked as he also started to help trying to get Ja'far dry.

"Yeah, not even the first time they've done something like this. Did you know wet paper towels are a bitch to get out of knit sweaters? Cuz I didn't until I had to stay shut in the bathroom with Pisti and Yam helping me," Ja'far scowled.

"I'm sorry..." Hinahoho murmured as they did the best they could, "come with me and Ru, we'll get you cleaned up better and some dry clothes."

"I don't want to go to this party Hinahoho..."

"Well... alright, I won't force you, but you should tell Sinbad about these things," he spoke kindly.

"I've tried and he does confront people if he sees something but everyone is smart enough to know not to do things when I'm around him," Ja'far was growing frustrated, "I should just stay away from him... I'm done feeling like this.." he mumbled.

The two blue haired students looked wary at that, "I don't think Sinbad will leave you alone if you do that..."

"I don't care!" Ja'far bit his lip roughly. He DID care. He wanted to be around Sinbad but not if he was going to be accused of shit that wasn't even true... he had just broken out of that cycle... he didn't want to go back.

He took a deep breath before walking off- ignoring the pitiful looks from two of Sinbad's closest friends.