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Colby drew his knees closer to him, glaring at the floor. He was in the band room a class period early, skipping his fourth period entirely. The teacher wouldn't do anything. Clearly. The brunette sat in the corner, and didn't move.
Not even when Sam walked in..
Yes. The brunette didn't move at all. He didn't want to speak to Sam. He didn't even want to look at him.
"I know you're pissed off at me," Sam started, walking to the boy in the corner..
No answer.
"But can I back myself up?"
"I don't know," Colby growled, "will you make it worse?"
"I want to explain my reasoning, please Colby." Sam inhaled sharply. "I want you back. Majorly. I complained to Dylan and Tristan." The blonde kneeled next to Colby. "I blamed myself all the time for what I did." He pushed down the brunette's knees, looking into his pained blue eyes. "I love you, Colby. I truly do."
"You're actions a week ago said otherwise." Colby tugged on his sleeves, glaring at Sam.
"Colby.." Sam placed his hands on the brunette's sleeves. "I love you. I needed something to cope with what happened.. I wouldn't do anything with anyone else. You who I want, Colby. I promise." The blonde leaned in for a kiss.
Colby pulled away. "No.. I don't believe you.. Not until you prove it to me."
"You want me to prove it?"
"Yes.."
Sam rolled up his .... boyfriend? Ex-boyfriend? Colby's sleeves. "I know why these are here. And I want you to know. Babe, you don't have to do this. I am here for you. As alwa-" He was cut off.
Colby pulled his hand back. "Don't fucking touch those! Don't fucking remind me why they're there! I don't want to fucking know that I'm in therapy and that I'm suicidal because of you! YOURE ALL I HAD! And you fucked it up!" He stood up fast, running out the room, crying.
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Sam sat there, shocked. He never heard Colby raise his voice like that.. Was he really pissed off at him?
"Damn.. Bad luck." Someone said from behind. Turning around, it was Kale that the voice belonged to.
"You bet.. He really doesn't want me back.." Sighing, Sam stood up, walking to Kale. "I truly fucked up.."
The purple haired man smiled lightly. "But that means you can start with someone else.. Start fresh. Get your mind off him."
"I don't know. Kale..."
"Give it a shot!" Kale protested. "Try some other guy, or girl, for right now and if it doesn't work out-"
"No, Kale. Because then Colby would think I lied to him."
"Keep it a secret.."
Sam pondered the thought. Colby needed his space to work out his problems, and Sam wanted to give him that space. They were broken up.. What harm would it do?
"Alright.. But who?"
"Guy or girl?" Inquired Kale, perking an eyebrow.
"Guy."
"I know someone." The dyed hair male said, smirking lightly .
"Who?"
"He's standing right in front of you."
Right in front of you... The words echoed in his mind.
"What are you saying?" Sam inquired, his heart rate increasing.
"I'm sayin, will you go out with me?"
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