secret lovers | jachary

11; dinner reservations

❦ -daniel's pov
"he's cheating on you."

I'VE been calling zach nonstop for the past thirty minutes. our date was supposed to be an hour ago and he won't pick up. i call him once more and hear his voicemail.

i leave another message, "zach! i'm at the restaurant, remember i told you its reservations? please call me back." i turn off my phone and sigh, playing with my food.

"hey," i hear and look up, seeing a familiar blonde headed boy from the diner. i smile sadly, "hi." "do you remember me? i'm-" "corbyn," i say and he smiles. "yeah."

"could i sit?" he asks and i nod. "of course. looks like my boyfriend ditched.. or something," i say and he sighs, grabbing my hand over the table.

"i'm sorry about that. i'm a waiter here too by the way. i couldn't help but overhear what you were saying." "it's okay," i say and he rubs my hand.

i look up at him, feeling confidence come over me, "would you maybe want to eat dinner with me?" i breathe out and look at him, trying to find his reaction.

a sudden smile appears on the blonde's face, "my shift ends in five." i smile, "that sounds great." he stands up, "i'm sorry i never got your name." "daniel seavey," i say and he bites his lip, smiling.

"cute name for a cute boy," he says and my cheeks turn red. "thank you," i say, completely flushed. he smiles, walking away to finish up his shift.

i look down at my hands, fiddling with them. my phone starts to go off and i answer it, "zach?" "fuck i'm so sorry daniel-" "this is the second time! what the hell is up with you?" i ask and he sighs.

"i fell asleep. i was just really tired." "bullshit! that's what you said last week," i say and he breathes heavily. "why are you panting?" i ask.

"i had a wet dream," he says and i sigh into the phone. "but honestly, i fell asleep," he says and my anger comes back.

"make up a new fucking excuse next time, would you? 'i fell asleep' is getting old," i say and hang up. i hear my phone go off again and i finally just turn it off.

corbyn comes back over, out of his apron. he sits down and i smile, "thanks for being so nice as to sit with me." he chuckles, "my pleasure, honestly. you're really cute."

i smile, looking down, "you're sweet. but i've got a boyfriend." corbyn sighs, taking my hand. "about that.. is your boyfriend the same one who was in the diner crying?" he asks and i nod.

"yeah why?" i ask and he licks his lips. "i don't know what other way to say this but.." he trails off, taking a deep breath.

"he's cheating on you."

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