THE BOY IS MINE

Part 28: MAKE UP OR LOSE.

Jordan yawns rubbing his eyes waking up.
He gasps as he feels the heavy, warm body wrapped around him and breathing above his head so cooly.
Jordan slowly raises his head and there sleeps Lowell soft snoring and blowing his hair with his breath.

Jordan turns to look up at him and his first glance falls on Lowell's bow lips pouted right above his head... Seemingly he's becoming familiar with bow lips lately and they all look the same but yet good looking...why does it always have to be men with such nice lips?
Even that Blue Iris bastard turned out to be a man this entire time!

But truth be told though Lowell's lips are totally captivating, so how about leaving a peck on those bow lips then? Would it hurt?

Oh fuck yes of course it would hurt so bad this prick is a man and worst of all he hates Lowell's guts.

It takes him a few minutes to snap back to reality and he sighs as he untangles himself from Lowell's arms preparing to climb off the bed.
But he is careful enough not to hurt himself on the process and also not to wake Lowell up from his peaceful slumber.
He turns to look at Lowell once again, peacefully sleeping like he has no problems in the world. Jordan sighs as he slowly climbs off the bed avoiding to wake him up and heads to the bathroom for a quick shower and prepares himself for the day also carefully cleaning his scalds to wrap some clean bandages on his arms but with so much struggle at that.
He can't even wrap the bandages around his back and chest but of course he won't ask Lowell for help any time soon.

So he only attends to his arms of which he can only reach and then he leaves the other areas exposed.
He steps back into the bedroom but he finds the bed empty and neatly done, Lowell has also woken up after all.

Jordan: Lowell I need some change of clothes.. where are you?

*Silence*

A nice aroma from the kitchen hits his nostrils and he sighs shaking his head whilst walking over to the closet to wear some of Lowell's clean clothes.
The prick is making breakfast so he won't be around to complain about him wearing his clothes right now, and besides he owes him so much for betraying him to even dare to complain.

Lowell: Do you need a hand over there?
Jordan: No, I will manage.
Lowell: Jordan..
Jordan: Lowell..
Lowell: Let me help you please.
Jordan: I don't need your help Lowell, go prepare for school or something and leave me alone.
Lowell: You should also prepare for school.. I can lend you my extra uniform or something.
Jordan: Are you crazy?, I can't go back to school like this.
Lowell: You have to be at school Jordan or else everyone will be suspicious if you don't attend right a day after Angela's death. I am certain that most students probably saw you together after school and some of them might  know that you were there until the school got emptied for only God knows why.
So you are coming to school with me and we are not going to argue over that.
Jordan: Whatever man.
Lowell: Quickly strip off, I asked the maids to iron your uniform too and we will have to rewrap those bandages thoroughly just in case you start to bleed during school hours.
Jordan: What about my hands.
Lowell: I can lend you my gloves for that...now come on sit down.
Jordan huffs sitting down and Lowell walks to the bathroom to get his first aid kit and then gets seated across him, Jordan takes off the Tee shirt and Lowell rolls up his sleeves to attend to him.

Jordan: Do you ever take off this glove?
Lowell: Yeah but just only when I am alone.
Jordan: What are you hiding on that hand?
Lowell: Nothing...
Jordan: Ugh of course you won't tell an enemy your business, what was I expecting?
Lowell: You are not an enemy Jordan.
Jordan: Ow please tell me more lies.
Lowell sighs shaking his head and then continues to attend to him, seemingly it will take a while until Jordan softens up and forgives him over all of this.

Lowell: Let me know if it's tight.
Jordan: No it's fine, you can continue.
Lowell nods continuing to treat his wounds and Jordan flinches every now and then but yet keeps his eyes on Lowell, watching him closely as he has has his eyes fixated on his body and Jordan fights the urge to remove Lowell's hair from his face like he usually does in class to get the clear view of his addictive eyes. He literally holds himself not to bother.
Lowell looks up at him and they lock eyes for a moment feeling distant from their surrounding as all that they could focus on is each other.
Lowell: You love staring at me, don't you Hans?

Jordan grunts looking away and Lowell side smiles focusing on what he is busy with, which is treating the scalds.

Lowell: There you go, and now let's get ready for school shall we?
Jordan: Yeah sure.

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12:58pm

*Lowell is a crook, he is really a crook and a cruel one at that.
I can't believe that he sold me off to the devil like that and never even bothered to alert me about it. Seemingly I was his fool the entire time for trusting him as my friend.
He was pretending all along and I fell right onto his trap that I nearly died.
But then let me not dwell on that traumatic experience anymore because I will lose my mind if I continue to do so and I will probably end up killing him if I think about it so much.. especially with how pissed I am with him right now.*

Jordan sighs as he slowly walks to his class with his hands in his trouser pockets.
And he has his head facing down on his path watching his feet taking each step at a time but yet aware of where he is headed regardless of how distracted he is by his footsteps.
He eventually raises his head as he steps inside his class. And his eyes meet with Lowell's eyes as he walks towards their desk, and he could only wish that he had stayed back in the toilets instead of facing him any longer. That's how much he can't stand him right now.

Jordan sighs finally getting seated on their desk without looking at Lowell's direction any longer.
But he grunts seeing the basketball journal that Lowell has been persisting him with on top of the desk.
Jordan takes it and looks at it for a moment, but he doesn't throw it back on Lowell's side of the desk like he usually does since he knows that it would lead to a small talk of which is what he doesn't want to do at the moment.
So instead he signs it and then continues to ignore Lowell.

"Everyone please pack your stuff and go to assembly point, there's an urgent matter to be addressed with all of you"

The class intercom exclaims and everyone mumbles from that but yet getting up from their desks preparing to leave and go to the assembly as ordered.
Jordan drags his feet behind them but further enough from Lowell.
But Lowell catches up with him nonetheless and walks beside him.

Lowell: We need to talk man and you know that...This assembly summoning could be about Angela so we need to talk.
Jordan: I have nothing to say to you.
He shoves the journal on Lowell's chest and then looks up at him.
Jordan: You have been pestering me about signing this damn journal. Now there you go I have signed it so now please get off my back will you?

*Silence*

He attempts to walk away but Lowell holds him back that Jordan flinches and cries out loud from Lowell's touch. Lowell quickly lets go of his arm and looks up at him.
Lowell: I'm so sorry, it totally slipped my mind I-
He huffs trying to gently hold Jordan and console him but Jordan glares at him with a hostile gaze as he gently brushes his arm moving away from him.
Jordan: Don't you dare try to touch me ever again do you hear me?

Lowell clears his throat looking around first and then slowly gets closer to him.

Lowell: Man I can tell that you are still mad at me about everything that has happened to you and I can't blame you for expressing your anger towards me because I deserve it. I know that shit went down really bad that night.. I sold you off to the wolves and it's all my fault I admit that... but I'm sorry man...I really am. I hate myself enough for what happened to you and I won't stop apologizing just until you give our friendship another chance man please.

*Silence*

Jordan looks at him once more and then walks away without looking back.

Lowell: Hans come on man...

Jordan raises his middle finger without looking back and then he waltz out of the class leaving Lowell sighing.
He looks at the journal on his hands and then eventually walks after Jordan to the assembly as well. He is defeated and unforgiven their friendship is totally screwed up.
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