love means nothing • {c.b.❕d.s.}

t h i r t e e n

"corbyn! you're invited of course" juliet a girl in the drama club says as she passes me an envelope.

she winks as she makes her way down the halls into language arts class.

i stare down at the fake silver envelope as i walk in to science, daniel sits there with the same envelope sitting on top of his book.

"aye you're invited to?" i say with a smile as i take my seat beside him.

"i'm always invited...i just prefer not going" he mumbles as he then sighs lazily yawning when the teacher begins talking.

"why?" i ask and he just looks at me before saying "just listen to the lesson corbyn".

my eyes widen and then i sink in to my seat.

the quiet gay boy just told me to shut up. huh, who knew he could even do that.

paranoia or jealousy, whatever he's feeling is really digging in to him this morning.

i just let it be as I listen to ms. dee's lesson, her stupid boring lesson.

nah, i'll sleep.

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something flicks me a couple times, my eyes flutter open and there stands daniel, "morning".

"morning?" i say as i pick up my stuff and follow the boy.

"i don't know how you don't get caught" daniel says as he shakes his head, "its so obvious".

"i'm a professional, i've had ms. dee for two years straight...i know my things" i say hazily.

daniel is now quiet.

"you seem bitter, did something happen?" i can't help but ask as we enter art.

"nope" he says quickly before plopping down in his seat.

"tell me what happened" i said trying to be supportive of whatever he felt like telling me.

"let it go corbyn" he says as he copies the notes off the projector.

"if you can't let my sexuality go then i'm not letting whatever you're problem is, so continue" I say before asking the chick beside me for a pencil.

"i'll tell you later" he mumbles.

god I sound like jonah.

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daniel had dragged me out of the school and into my car.

when we get to my house, i unlock the door and we go straight to the kitchen.

we sit side by side on the stools as we drink tea, enjoying the silence in the room as i watched the foam swirl as i stirred the liquid.

"it wasn't paranoia" he mumbles. "what wasn't?" i ask.

but i can get a clue of what he's talking about, it's been two weeks since jack got back from his vacation.

the first day he wasn't here, he was 'sick.' but then he went on vacation after that.

"he cheated" he mumbles as he looks down at his cup and i can see him slightly nibble on his lip.

hesitantly...

i grabbed him, lifting him out of his seat before pulling him into a hug, he doesn't fight any of the sudden actions.

his arms find their way around my waist, his face is hidden in the crook of my neck...and he's crying.

shit he's crying.

i rub circles over his back in a comforting manor.

not saying anything, because i don't really know what to say.

never have been good when people start crying.

i lift daniel up bridal style and he let's out a slightly shocked squeak. but he tightens his grip around me.

i make my way into the living room, i sit in the recliner and pull out the foot rest and daniel let's out and airy sigh.

his head rests on my shoulder and he fiddles with his fingers.

i just rock the chair with both of us in it quietly listening for his hitched breathes to stop.

"why do people cheat?"

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