the rich kid and the loner [boy×boy]

Chapter 4

Jay's pov

You know what's annoying? Seeing the guy you're so desperately trying to avoid, everywhere!

First, when I was trying to smoke unnoticed behind school. Then, in the classroom when he sat next to me, and now this.

I was sitting on a swing at the park when I saw him. He didn't seem to notice me, he was looking at the screen of his phone.

"Damn it" he murmured under his breath. He was close enough for the to hear. He looked up from his phone abruptly, and shock overcame his features. "Are you like following me or something?" the guy had some nerve.

"You wish, idiot." okay, the second part wasn't loud enough for him to hear.

He glared at me before he sat down on the swing next to me. Maybe he did hear me.

A long sigh left his mouth that made his features overcome with irritation. "My friend was supposed to meet me here,  but looks like he stood me up."

"Who meets friends out at this time of night? It's like 12:45"

"Ughhh, you sound just like my dad. Besides, you're the one sitting alone in the dark at 12:45 at night"

"Fine"

"Fine" a long pause of silence overcame us. It was a little cold, so I put my hands further into my pockets to try and warm them up. It was starting to get really awkward.

"Sooo......why are you sitting alone in the dark at 12:4...7 at night?" he asked while checking the time on his phone.

"I was bored at home and I come here to think sometimes."

"Think? About what?"

"None of your business"

"Well you don't really have anything better to do, so you might as well tell me."

"I have better things to do."

"Yeah? Like what?"

"Like ignore you."

"Ouch, that hurts man." he said mockingly, putting his hand on his heart where I apparently hurt him.

I smiled a little at the stupid grimace he was pulling and made my head hang down, so he couldn't see.

"Soo.... why are you meeting a friend at midnight, in the cold?

"I needed him to take my mind off something for a while."

"Off what?"

"None of your business," he said in a voice imitating mine. I glared at him and he let a chuckle leave his mouth. But when he opened opened his mouth again, all humor had left his face and sadness overtook it. He suddenly looked really serious. He cleared his throat before speaking, "Uhmm, my dad and I are... not really getting along." his voice was so quiet I could barely make out what he said.

"It's really cold." he cleared his throat again. He was obviously trying to change the subject. If someone told me that Nick Edwards actually had problems with his dad, I would think it was something like Nick being mad at him because he didn't buy him the new car he wanted or something. But the way he said it and the way all humor drained his face in just seconds, made me believe that something serious could actually be going on.

"Yup" I said not continuing our previous conversation, even though I was now the slightest bit curious. I don't even know what's wrong with me. Why do I even care? I mean, I hate this guy. He's just so annoying, even though right now he's not that bad. What? What the fuck am I saying?

I stood up abruptly trying to let go of my thoughts before they get the best of me.

"I gotta go." I said

His face was overcome with  sadness and hurt for not even a second before he caught himself and went back to his usual facial expression. The sudden change making me wonder if I ever saw anything at all. I walked passed him and he put on a fake smile, making me wonder if I've ever seen him smile a real smile, or if the laughs I hear in the hallway in school are all just fake ones as well.

I took some steps to the direction of the exit of the park but then abruptly stopped, regretting it immediately. I let out a long sigh and turned around, going towards him. He pulled up his face from the ground that apparently was really interesting and looked up at me. His blue eyes holding the tiniest bit of hope. I realised that I hadn't talked for a while and was just looking into his eyes but then I caught myself, cleared my throat and looked away. What the hell is wrong with me? "Look... how bad are things with your dad?" I'm so gonna regret this.

He looked at me and the fact that his eyes weren't focusing made me think that he was having a dilemma in his head. He shook his head and spoke up, his voice a little higher than usual. "Things are great with my dad. Yeah, everything's fine. You know we just got into a fight, that's all. Nothing serious."

I knew he was lying but it was like my brain didn't know, it was acting like it didn't know he was lying.

"okay" I nodded slowly and then backed away.

I think there was nothing more I could do.

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