Blurring The Lines [boyxboy]

Blurring The Lines {20}

                I sat in the library, headphones in. I had a book on my lap, but I'd given up when I couldn't focus on the paragraphs anymore.

                "If you ever feel alone then you should know how hard it is to feel like you belong. Everyday feels like a war that can't be won, just know that you're not the only one."

                The music echoed around my head. I'd stopped by my room to grab my laptop, and put Jin's CD in it. I'd been listening to the songs loop through for hours, trying to make some sense of Jin.

                But he'd crafted this me. It pissed me off and choked me up all at the same time. I hadn't received a gift like this in years, not since my best friend made me a slideshow of us to some music for Christmas when we were younger.

                I checked the time and pulled my headphones out. I paused the music and shut my laptop, putting it in my bag and getting up.

                I limped my way out of the library and back down to the dorm building. After flashing my I.D. to the Blue on duty, I made my way to my room.

                "You're out late again," Jordan said, looking up at me as I entered. He was lying in his bed, his lamp on and a textbook propped on his knees.

                "Ground me for it. Or just pour milk down my throat," I said, setting my bag down and grabbing my pajamas out of my closet.

                "Jin needs to learn his place," Jordan said firmly. "He causes too much trouble around the Academy. He rallies those Maroons. If we take him out, their group will fall apart."

                "I really, really, really don't give a shit," I said, changing into my pajamas. "If you want to torment people and be an abuser, that's your inner struggle to deal with, not mine."

                Jordan ignored me and turned the page of his textbook. I crawled into bed and yanked the covers over my head, rolling to face the wall. It was no use; Jordan would never admit that what he was doing was wrong. Mr. Constance kept telling him he was entitled to that behavior against the Maroons.

                I closed my eyes, wondering how Jin was doing. God, I hope he gave them hell for what they'd done to him today.

                                                                                                ***

                My mood was bad as Jordan insisted on walking to class with me in the morning. He rambled on and on about some assignment we had due next week and how we could work on it together.

                "I'm in the Peer Program. I'll work on it there. Do it yourself," I snapped at last. "It's too early in the morning. Will you just shut up already?"

                Jordan didn't look offended, though. "So the social part of the Peer Program isn't going well, huh? You'll never get out if you don't make friends."

                "My friend options are delinquent kids or abusive kids. I'm not too thrilled," I said dryly, entering Mr. Townsend's room. "For the love of my sanity, leave me the fuck alone already."

                Jordan laughed cheerfully and went to go talk to his friends. But relief didn't last very long as Mr. Townsend came over to me.

                "What? What do you want? Can I have one quiet morning?" I said in frustration.

                "Mr. Kean asked me to tell you that there won't be a Peer Program meeting after classes today," he said, unbothered by my bad mood.