When I give my word, it's unshakable, till the death type of pact. No blood necessary though.
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|| ℍ𝕒𝕨𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕤 ℍ𝕚𝕘𝕙 ||
"Cover for me if I don't make it back in time." "What's with you lately? This isn't like you Syd!" Chrissy gruffed, ever since she became head cheerleader, she's become a little much. I get it, a lot rested on her shoulders, yet.. she chose that.
Before bothering to give some half ass excuse that likely later I'd have to answer too, more than likely forget what I even said I just left. Darting towards the theatre room, focused solely on my destination, paying no attention else where, I gasped out when a hand clasped onto my shoulder pulling me into of all places, the guys restroom.
"What the fu.." the firm hand belonged to none other than Jason Carver, whom was a visible mess, lip quivering, body trembling. His hand dropped to his side, staring straight aimlessly.
"Fuck Jase!" Clutching his face in my hands, he slinks down slowly. "Just breathe! What.. happened?"
He shook his head, when he was like this, best action to take was just let him be, but.. we had a pep rally to be in.
"You gotta get mentally ready for the pep rally. You.. can't miss it." his ocean blues once more dropped to the floor in defeat, a shake of his head was all he offered.
"I'm.. sorry Jase, is there anything I can..do?" "Help me get ready for this game.. afterwards, help me deal." "You got it."
Jason was enduring silently, I'd never seen him like this before, so vulnerable. I mean, under the circumstances, I would offer him.. something I know would help, alas one thing about Jase, he would never partake in drugs, not even recreationally, doesn't smoke or drink (much).
So I did what I do, helped him into his uniform, he's seen me in less, we were best of. Did I forget to mention that? We've lived next door to one another since.. we could remember.
"Look, I don't have inspirational words, just.. I hope shit gets better because I'm so god damn tir..." "Stop cussing so much Syd."
My eyes met his, offering him a simple gesture. My middle finger in his face, he relented, released a chuckle, nipped my finger. It worked, a minute of distraction.
"There's that million dollar smile I love to see, that has the girlies dropping their panties."
"You're so tactful Loomis." "You love me regardless Carver."
