love means nothing • {c.b.❕d.s.}

t w e l v e

"how did you know you were being cheated on?"

i turn my head to daniel who's frowning across the room in art, at a color wheel.

my brush falls from my hand and into the foggy blue water.

"well first of all i didn't, i was told i was...and why?" i ask and he never takes his eye of the wheel.

"it's probably just paranoia..." he mumbles as he finally looks away from the wheel and over to me.

"who do you suspect that jack's cheating on you with" i ask as i lean my head into my folded arms on the table.

"this chick aspen, ugh she gets under my skin so much" he groans as goes to let his head smack the table.

i quickly fling out one of my arms out to save him from a massive bruise later on.

he just slumps his head off my arm and onto the table.

"wait is Aspen a girl? i thought jack was gay" i ask as i place my hand on the back of his head.

"he's bisexual" he mumbles.

"you're-" "gay? yes" he answers immediately before sulking more and more.

"so answer me...what makes you think he's cheating on you with aspen?" i ask as i mess with his hair.

his head flings up and my hand fall off of his head and back to my brush which is now floating in nasty looking brown water.

"aspen got to go on vacation with them" he starts and i just look at him weirdly "why?"

"wherever jack goes aspen follows" daniel says as he rolls his eyes. "please tell me she doesn't go here, because if she does i've never noticed her".

"trust me if she did, she'd be in every class with jack...and he wouldn't question it" he says.

"maybe you're just...jealous" i say. "no" he scoffs and rolls his eyes again.

wow this boy is moody when he's jealous...

loke some teenage girl who didn't get the iphone that she wanted...that's not the best thing.

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"can i ask you something?" daniel says as we walk down the hall to choir.

"go a head" i say as i scroll through my instagram explore page. "what do you think of her?" he asks.

he shows me a picture of a girl, this must be aspen..."she's pretty".

he nods and then looks away, has still in a mood...did a worsen it perhaps?

"why?" i ask and daniel looks over at me before going "i just need the opinion from a 'straight' guy".

i breathe in slowly and let it out slowly as we walk in the room.

"you keep pushing it, but i am indeed straight buddy" i say trying to brush it off.

"keep telling yourself whatever makes you feel better".

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these jawlines give me life to be honest.