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daniel sat at the lunch table, picking at his food. it's been two weeks since the last conversation with corbyn. instead of his moms crash on his mind, it had been corbyns. 

"you look sad," he looked up, seeing zach herron. "what's up buttercup." 

"go away." daniel didn't feel like dealing with his drama. 

"hey, i'm simply just checking up on you since you're interaction with corby." daniels head shot up. 

"he told you?" daniel wanted to go punch corbyn. 

"uh, he told me that you guys had a tiny fight and said that's all that happened." zach was now really wondering what happened. 

"oh, yeah. the fight was very personal." daniel shrugged. 

"you're bipolar." 

"and you're annoying."

"your point?" 

"same as yours."

"useless?"

"i suppose so." daniel was looking at corbyn. 

"corbyn doesn't like girls." zach looked at daniel. 

"i'm aware," daniel said. 

"you like him?" zach was full of questions. 

"barley know him." daniel wanted to know him though.

"but you want to, correct? well, of course, i'm right. he always looks at you. the only reason he's not is that i'm over here. you're always too stuck up in your head to notice.

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