inkspresso

goodbye, corbyn

Zach parks the car in his spot and sighs. Another day, another time, he has to explain the plot of Hamlet.

He hears someone tap on the passengers seat window. He jumps when he sees Corbyn. Wait? Corbyn? The blond enters the car and moves his things to the side.

"Uhm... good morning to you, too." Zach greets awkwardly as he looks at him. "Are you here to tell me to stop dating Jack or something?"

He shakes his head as he looks at the school. "Why Jack?"

Zach shrugs. "I don't know, I guess I've liked him ever since I first saw him."

*flashback*

Zach carefully piles up his books and sets his lunch on top of it. He grabs his algebra books, his pencil case, and a few cookies he baked himself. He stuffs one in his mouth as he walks to class.

He stops by the announcement board. A particular poster stands out. It read: Inkspresso, come drink coffee & read with us

Zach snaps a picture of the address and continues on his merry way to class. The hallways were always so full and noisy. Someone pushes past him, making him hit someone. Zach looks back and sees a blond tuff of hair.

He gasps. "I'm so sorry. Someone just pushed me." He lowers his head, ashamed of it.

The person chuckles. "It's fine. These hallways are too tiny for us all." His voice was sweet and sincere.

Zach looks up at the masculine voice. Tight curls, face filled with freckles, kind brown eyes, and such a pretty smile. Gosh, he's so handsome. Oh my God, you've been looking at him for too long, speak, "Right." He chuckles along. "I uhm... I have to go to class. Hopefully, I don't run into anyone else."

The boy smiles. "Right."

Zach excuses himself and rushes to class. He sits down in his usual spot as he covers his face, his cheeks feeling extremely red.

"C'mon Jack, show 'em how you'll be killing it in the NBA." A guy throws a paper ball at him, and he shoots it into the basket perfectly. It was him. The curly guy.

Zach smiles softly. He was definitely cute.

*end of flashback*

"But what about him in specific?" Corbyn squints his eyes. "Are you doing it for sex?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Oh, come on, let's not act like we haven't seen Jack's dick." He scoffs.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't just hear that." He gives him a side eye.

"You definitely heard wind of Jack being good in bed and wanted to see what the fuss was all about."

Zach scoffs. "Are you even hearing how ridiculous you sound!?" He looks at him up and him.

"Well, you're not denyi -"

"Corbyn, I don't even have friends!" He raises his voice, effectively shutting him up. "Okay?" His voice becomes much quieter. "I was completely lonely before I started talking and going to the café." He sniffs. "Is that what you wanted to hear?"

Silence fills the car.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." His voice was quiet and sincere.

"Well, now you know." He crosses his arms. "What do you want from me, Corbyn?"

"I want to know why the hell did Jack abandon women for you." He points an accusatory finger at him.

Zach scoffs. "And I'm supposed to know the answer?"