jack: noah?
noah: oh my gosh! you scared me!
jack: m'sorry.
noah: anyways, hey.
jack: i have something to ask you, n-noah.
noah: yeah? what is it?
jack stops and contemplates to think about how he will word out his question. his eyes bores onto noah's, complete and utter silence enveloping the two of them as noah anxiously waits for the question. his heart is beating too fast, nervousness present but unwelcome.
jack: why? i-i mean... like.. i-why are you avoiding me? you uh.... you-you have been avoiding me for the past days and i-i feel like i've d-done some...something wrong and uh.... i don't know- why are you avoiding me?
jack stammers, but manages to stutter out each and every syllable to his statement in one breath. noah couldn't help but let an inaudible sigh escape his throat.
noah: i'm just.. uhh.. i've been having problems--personal problems and i.. i need time for myself?
noah sounds unsure on what he said, his tone rising an octave higher than it originally is. noah just spoke whatever came first to his mind; a pitiful, pathetic excuse to mutter.
noah: yeah, i h-have personal problems that needs to be t-taken care of... alone! it needs to be take care alone. 'm the only who could solve it... yeah. not even sarah could help. only me, yes, only me.
jack, who is breathing calmly despite of what he is truly feeling inside, didn't believe any of the words he had said. by the way he stutters, and repeats words, and unconsciously emphasizes some of them, he doesn't believe a pinch of a lie he had told. he has recognized, memorized, and imprinted to his brain the antics he has when lying, and he showed every proof of it.
jack: sure, noah. oh, would you look at the time, i have to go!
jack spoke in a bitter tone, hostility oozing off of his sour words. for extra effect, he raises his wrist and takes a look at his watch, smirking spitefully at the fingers pointing to digits trapped inside a glass casing.
noah: bye, jack! i'll see you... next time!
jack: oh, and noah?
noah: yes, jack?
jack: you fucking suck at lying.
jack turns around and leaves a breathless noah standing at the middle of the corridor, shoes planted deeply into the cemented floors. noah could hear the stomps coming from jack's forceful steps, and every sound made him much more guilty. jack only uses profanities whenever he's steaming mad, or it's unintentional.
and he could tell it was leaning over to the first one.
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i'm thinking of posting another boyxboy right after this story ends, but i'm seriously contemplating about writing a spin-off/sequel with kesha and sarah... i don't know how i'd carry out that one, though. i don't even have a plot for it.
anyways, yeah. thank you for reading this pieceofshit. i hope you somewhat enjoyed it. i'm not fluent in english, so, if there are any grammatical errors, please point it out or bear with this author right here ;-;
have a good morning/afternoon/night, people.
