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dorbyn | the secret

THE SECRET! ⁎ DORBYN
↪︎ 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 - corbyn has a secret and that daniel figures out within minutes.
↪︎ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 - 2000+ words, slight homophobia.

"ugh, i hate it here." corbyn besson whiningly spoke, his feet dragging along the dirty tiled flooring of the virginia high school.

his best friends beside him chuckled, preparing to walk toward their group of friends huddled into a circle at the end of the hall. but before that, corbyn had stolen zach long enough to convince him to make a quick stop at the blondes locker. "don't we all, c, don't we all." the straight haired brunet responsed, shrugging as a spiral notebook and folder were held loosely at his side.

"i heard a new family's moving to the district . son's are fags too." corbyns heart burned at that terrible and incredibly degrading word his friend had just used, but obviously he just shrugged it off, acting as if it didn't bother him.

"how many sons is the question." corbyn said, a look of worrisome glancing to zach. "two, both openly gay."

"and you know this because..?" the besson boy questioned, eyebrow raised and his face expression telling zach he wasn't conceived. "a few guys found their names and searched their instagrams, which are practically pride parades."

"they'll get ripped apart here." he mumbled, closing the tan locker, his backpack now filled with the necessary books for the day. "yep." zach replied simply, walking closely next to his friend.

the blondes sea green traveled along the hallways, hoping to find an imagine that could change their topic of conversation. while passing multiple jocks and slutty cheerleaders, corbyns eyes came across a good friend of his, jonah marais. who was in front of his girlfriends locker, helping her take a few books out of the small metal space.

this caused the blond to sigh longingly, "i wish i had what jonah and tate have. they're completely infatuated by each other."

zach scuffled a laugh, shaking his head at the boys complaint. "um, i don't know, work on your commitment issues maybe. do you want me to remind you of your countless failed relationships?"

before corbyn would deny, zach had already started to list all of the blondes exes. "isabella, a beautiful girl that you turned down cause she 'wasn't your type'. she's isabella ryans, she's everyone's type, corbs. sasha sunshield, who you went out with for a month and then decided you didn't actually have feelings for her. maya ruela, a sweet girl, pretty, has a good personality, who you claimed you were in love with but after two months of talking, you cut it off cause it 'didn't feel right'. and don't even get me started on-."

"alright, alright, i'm not the best with relationships but still, it would be nice to have someone, ya know."
corbyn knew he was bad with relationships but not bad in the way he made everyone thought.

he likes boy. but that wasn't accepted here.

he even had an incident when he was younger, involving his best friend at the time. they were six but knew what they boy wanted.

tristan and corbyn liked their kiss, but were ripped apart by their parents before they could enjoy it.

the herron boy nodded, agreeing with his friend since he too was single. and his experiences with relationships were fewer then corbyns.

"and what's your excuse? i don't see you hanging around girls all that much either." the blond looked sharply to his friend beside him, who kept his eyes low after the question was asked.

little did anyone know that zach too had a past involving the male gender. when he was young, he would have romantic dreams about other boys, fantasies even. but obviously he has kept his mouth shut about the subject.