jandon| jacob x brandon

part 32

jacob's pov

i quickly gathered my books, placing them into my bag and walking out of class. today had gone quicker than i expected, which was unusual for me.

usually, the hours i spent in school felt too long and i always begged for time to go faster, so i could go home, away from brandon.

as i walked out of the school  gates i soon see tyler and sondre. tyler gave me a small wave as i smiled.

"hey dude" sondre smirked, his face half covered with his new sunglasses that were sitting nicely on his curved nose.

"you guys had a good day?" i asked, sounding like their mother. they both hummed before turning their heads towards mark who was walking towards us.

"yo." he stood next to me and we all unintentionally made some sort of circle formation.

"who are we waiting for now?" sondre yawned, scratching the back of his neck.

"um, just brandon." i shrugged, looking around at all the students who were walking past us hoping to see brandon somewhere between them.

we stood in silence, patiently waiting for brandon so then we could go back home. i looked down at my trainers, grating the soles against the grey pavement.

"you guys waiting for brandon?"

my head shot up towards the unknown voice, only to see ian jeffrey. "why do you care, ian?" mark spat, crossing his arms.

"woah, woah, woah." he put his arms up in defence, "i only came to say that he left school early."

"and how would you, out of all people, know that?" tyler replied, "yeah! are you a stalker or something?" sondre added.

"what? no, of course not! i just saw him and he said he wasn't feeling well. told me to tell you guys."

we all looked at each other in confusion but before they could say anything else i spoke, "thank you, uh, ian." i gave him a small smile before walking away, the others following shortly after.

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walking home i realised i quickened my pace every minute or so, the others somehow kept up.

sooner or later we got to brandon's house, knowing the door would be unlocked for us, we walked in.

"brandon! you here?" mark shouted, carefully placing his bag on the floor as sondre threw his without a care in the world.

"uh, yeh. i'm here." brandon slowly wandered out of the kitchen, his voice was raspy and his hair was a little messy, indicating he had probably had some sleep.

i walked towards him, i placed my hand delicately on his arm, "you feeling okay?" i asked.

"yeh, i'm fine.." he shrugged off my arm and stood awkwardly, "just cold."

"sit down, i'll make you a warm drink." i said,  about to walk into the kitchen. "no!" he shouted, i quickly turned around in surprise, noticing the others were facing brandon aswell.

"i-i mean, um, it's fine. i'm fine." he pulled in his lips, standing their for a few seconds before running upstairs.

"why is he acting strange?" sondre moved his sunglasses so they were now buried in his soft hair.