Let Me Be Your Missing Puzzle Piece

Chapter 4

Over the last few hours, the rain had gradually started to become heavier, leaving the outside of the school buildings with a rather dreary and démodé look; the stagnant puddles had slowly began to rise until eventually the water had began to flood on to the ornate stone steps that housed the main entrance to the school.

Apart from a few teachers hastily making their way across the dank courtyard, the grounds of Dalton were deserted; the only form of hominal movement coming from the tall blonde who was apprehensively making his way along the main path, tears brimming in his eyes as he hurriedly strode out of the front gates and into the car park.

Jeff had known it was a bad idea to just get up and leave like that, now Trent is definitely going to know something is up, but he just needed to get out of there, away from the commotion in the school, away from the (probably already suspicious) warblers, away from that slut, and; away from Nick.

He quickly made his way to the far end of the car park, getting out his keys from his pocket, he began unlocking his car, at the same time trying to ignore the fact that his blazer was now pretty damp and he was beginning to feel a slight shiver come on. Jeff quickly jumped inside the car, locking the doors after him and began carefully removing his blazer, throwing it on the back seat, hopefully giving it a chance to dry off slightly.

Running a hand through his wet hair, Jeff sat in silence, listening carefully to the rain pounding against the frame of the classic Mercedes-Benz. He let his head rest on the steering wheel before allowing all of his hurt and confusion to come spilling out, letting the stream of tears run quickly down his face and the harsh sobs become heard as he began to break down.

It's not fair, it's just not fair. Jeff thought between hiccuping sobs, he knew he wasn't good enough for Nick, but he couldn't like Sebastian, he just couldn't. That meerkat faced slut would hurt him and he just couldn't let that happen. Not to Nick, not again. Jeff wanted nothing more than for Nick to like him back, to be able to hold his hand walking down the corridor, to be able to place a kiss on those soft sweet lips and to be able to class himself as Nick Duval's boyfriend; but Jeff knew these hopes were unrealistic, for Nick obviously liked someone else and as much as Jeff hated to admit it, Nick just did not love him.

It had taken approximately over twenty minutes for Jeff to calm down and somewhat recover from the recent breakdown. He could feel the puffiness in his eyes and the mild headache beginning to form from the strain of crying, but he simple ignored it and began wiping his face with his shirt sleeve. Jeff knew he couldn't stay here forever, the rain was slowly beginning to subside which would mean people would soon start to make their way out of the buildings and around the grounds, someone was bound to notice him sitting isolated in his car; but he wasn't ready to face Nick yet, not after finding out what he had from Trent.

Jeff just needed to get away from Dalton, at least for just a few hours or so. He went to check his watch only then realising he had left it in his dorm, he was guessing the time was around 5pm, which meant Nick would definitely be back by now and would mostly likely be sat in their dorm studying or hanging with David and Thad.

He needed to talk to someone, someone who he could trust. In any given situation the warblers would be the first people he would turn to, however this situation was slightly different and Jeff wasn't ready to open up about his feelings to them yet. No, he knew the one person who he needed to see, the one person who would give him heartfelt advice, the one person who wouldn't be bias; and the one person who had experienced a similar situation himself.

Jeff quickly glanced at his reflection in the car mirror, flattening down his bangs so the thick pieces of blonde hair covered most of his eyes, hiding the redness that surrounded them. He then grabbed his, now slightly drier blazer from the back seat and slipped it on, fastening the gold button before starting the engine and reversing out of his space in the parking lot. He then began to drive out of the large gates that housed the school and along the elongated road that led out into the nearby areas that surrounded Dalton Academy. After turning right off of a junction, he prepared himself for the roughly one hour long journey to where he needed to be, turning on the radio to help distract his mind from the previous thoughts that had been encircling it this evening.