THURSDAY
He wasn't an idiot, he knew Miller wasn't the best person or the ideal lover. But as they sat together in silence, Miller's careless attitude present, he felt his heart ache.
Victor had woken up that morning at 05:36 AM due to Tempers loud snoring. The night prior they had binge watched true crime documentaries, engaged in active conversation about anything. At one point they spoke about the likelihood of aliens and if they have any business with the government, something Temper was extremely passionate about. Now he is in study hall after waiting half the school day to see Miller.
Inside he smiled but tried keeping his cool as he breathed out and finally tapped on Miller's shoulder. "Hi Miller!"
Who turned around with no effort to look graceful, "Oh hey Vic."
"So how was the party?" As he leans against Miller's shoulders and pushes their tables closer together.
"Oh, it was chill."
"Oh yeah? What did you guys do?"
"Nothing much." He replied.
"Oh..do you want-"
Miller raised his hand dismissively, effectively cutting him off, "No offense, I don't really want to talk right now."
Victor stared at him in hurt shock, "I- Oh! I'm sorry- I didn't mean to bother you." He closed his mouth firmly but spoke again after a few seconds. "...Are you mad at me?"
"No, dude. I'm just hungover, okay?"
Silence fell onto them both. "Okay." Victor finally spat out.
The rest of the day was like that, Victor dragged his feet against the hallway tiles and sighed. He looked at Miller, looking for the briefest look of guilt, of... whatever he saw in Miller's eyes a few days ago. But Miller stared into the distance, with a cold dark glare, Victor squeezed his hand regardless. At one point Miller looked at Victor's direction and Victor smiled, for a second he thought he saw signs of life but then Miller frowned and looked away.
The day went on like that , Miller progressively growing more annoyed with Victor's clinginess, dropping more snarky comments.
Around the end of the day, Victor clung onto his sweater and waited for Miller to catch up with him but when Miller appeared he appeared side to side with nobody other than Kendrick. Kendrick was wearing a matching pink hoodie and pants, and he was smiling mischievously while Miller spoke to him. He was smiling too, he wasn't smiling all day but he's smiling now. Victor tapped his foot impatiently, feeling jealous. Like he could fight Kendrick right there, but he wouldn't.
"Oh hey Victor,," Miller giggled. "Why do you look like you wanna kill yourself?"
Victor's mouth fell in shock. "Are you high?" Miller gasped and giggled, looking at Kendrick then back at Victor, "Ummm no."
"Uh oh." Kendrick elbowed Miller, laughing silently. "Your bitch is mad."
"Sorry Vicky." Miller sighed jokingly. "Are you mad?"
"What, Im- What?" He stuttered over the words. Bitch? Vicky? Mad? This was all just thrown on him and he wasn't ready for any of this. "I'm sorry, I'm not mad. Just extremely-"
Pause. "INCREDIBLY, confused. I thought we were gonna go get ice cream, Miller?"
Miller's eyes widened,"Oh my god I totally forgot. We can still go if you want. Or, or.. Or if you don't want to, then I'll see you tomorrow, right?"
"No, I mean yes. Let's go" Turning around. "Are you joining us?"
Kendrick scoffed, "I dunno, dude, should I?"
