The Reynolds Pamphlet - Jamilams [COMPLETED]

Chapter Eighteen

John wiped his tear stained face as he stormed into his dorm. He hoped with all his heart Alexander and Thomas wouldn't come home, he didn't think he could handle seeing either of them.

"John it was nothing," John muttered to himself, trying to console himself. "Alex probably just dated him before you three were together. You're getting worked up f-for nothing," John crawled into his bed, not liking nor disliking the space Alexander and Thomas would usually be. "Hercules is hurt and all you can think about is yourself John, how pathetic."

John wrapped himself around his pillow, burying his face in it. His phone buzzed in his pocket repeatedly, probably texts and calls from his friends, who were most likely worried about him, wondering if he was okay. Normally John would have answered them quickly, but he just couldn't.

"You should just talk to him John. Alex wouldn't do that to you and Thomas, he'd explain everything and everything would be okay," John mumbled, raking his hand through his curly hair that was messy and tangled from how many times he had ran his hands through it. "Or maybe you should stop talking to yourself because you sound insane," John chuckled bitterly, squeezing his eyes shut.

He cleared his mind, wrapping a blanket around his shivering frame. He let himself start to drift off, finding sleeping to be better than thinking.

His last thought was of Alexander in the arms of Reynolds before he let sleep overcome him.