I Need U 💎

Chapter 13

Jonah's P.o.V

The next few weeks dragged on. They felt like literal hell. Daniel stuck to Corbyn as if his life depended on it. And Corbyn? He started opening up to the persistent blue eyed boy... So all in all I did a pretty good job at making Corbyn hate and forget about me. But why did I still feel empty? Why wasn't I happy? I got what I wanted. The boy I fell for acted as if I didn't exist, which is understandable, now that I think about it.

Sighing, I got out of bed only to get ready for another day of school. As usual, I went to buy a cup of coffee before heading to the one place I disliked the most.
Once I got there I noticed both Corbyn and Daniel sitting on the stairs which lead to the front door of the building.

Great, now I have to walk past them..

Hoping they wouldn't recognize me I pulled the hood of my jacket further into my face and tried to get inside of our school as fast as possible.

My plan failed immensely as Jack yelled my name, running across the parking lot to catch up with me. Why did he have to be such an idiot? Shooting him a 'seriously dude?-look' I roughly grabbed his arm, pulling him inside of the glass building with me.

"What's up with you, man?", Jack asked, furrowing his brows.

"I was trying to get past them without them noticing me but you just had to scream my name on top of your lungs, didn't you?", I accused him.

"Wait, who are you talking about? Who's they?"

He really is an idiot...

"Corbyn and Daniel. Didn't you see them? They were literally sitting on the stairs, giggling like teenagers...", I answered, rolling my eyes.

"Ohhhh... sorry, I didn't see them. And technically they are teenagers so-"

"Whatever", I interrupted him, "it doesn't matter. They've already seen me.

"What's so bad about them seeing you, anyway?", he wanted to know.

"Everything? They're probably talking bad about me right now."

"Since when do you care about what other people think of you?", he questioned, eyebrows raised.

"I don't. I only care about what HE thinks of me", I replied without noticing the two people, who had just entered the school, behind us.

"Uhh... don't look now but he is right behind you", Jack whispered, his facial expression switching between amusement and disbelief.

Shocked, I turned around to see Corbyn's blue-green eyes directly in front of me.

Please tell me he didn't hear that.

Judging by the look on his face he most definitely did hear me. His eyes were wide, confusion and incredulity written all over his face.

I closed my eyes, in hopes that it was all just a bad dream. When I opened them he was still there. And he had heard everything. Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to look away and walk in the opposite direction.

Why did this have to happen? The universe hates me.

Absorbed in my self-pity, I didn't see my chemistry teacher, Mr Davis, until it was too late. The chemicals he was pushing along the hallway in a little wagon fell to the ground as I ran into them. Interrupted by the high-pitched sound of breaking glass all conversations around me stopped and it went dead silent.

Crap.

"I- I'm so sorry", I stuttered, my voice slightly trembling. The ends of my jeans were now stained, as well as my shoes since I was standing in a puddle of weird smelling liquid.

"Marais, have you gone insane?", the teacher asked furiously and I flinched, "Didn't your parents teach you to look where you're going?"

"They did... I didn't mean to run into you...", I explained, mentally slapping myself.

"You're lucky I was only transporting distilled water and other harmless chemical solutions or else it would have ended badly for you", Mr Davis lectured me, "oh and you have to clean this up, Marais, understood?"

"But class starts in five minutes", Jack piped up, trying to defend me.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure my colleague will understand that your friend here is only making sure his fellow students are safe. We don't want anyone to accidentally slip and break their bones, right?", he said, then turned on his heel and walked away.

After a while, the crowd that had formed around us and followed the incident with great interest slowly parted and went their separate ways.

"I'd help you but if we both showed up late to history, Mrs Fellgrace would kill us both", Jack admitted, "plus, I gotta cover for you amirite?"

"Yeah, it's honestly fine", I answered, waving him off.

'Okay, now onto this mess', I thought while looking at the puddles on the floor, 'where am I supposed to get tissues from, though? And a cleaning mop would be nice, too...'

"Jonah?", a familiar voice called out from behind me. I turned around to see Corbyn standing there, a sad smile tugging on his lips.

"What're you doing here?", I asked surprised.

"You look like you're already having a tough day...", he trailed off, "...and I thought I'd help you clean this up. I mean it's partially my fault anyway."

"What do you mean 'your fault'? Go to class, Corbyn, I did this to myself so I'm dealing with the consequences myself", I told him.

"No, you ran into Mr Davis because I startled you. I know you, Jonah. Stop acting like I don't."

"Leave it be. I got this", I assured, ignoring his last two sentences.

"Stop pushing me away! I'm just trying to help you!", he exclaimed while stressfully tugging on his hair.

"I didn't ask for it!"

I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. I had never raised my voice against him before. Corbyn's facial expression spoke volumes. It took only five words for the whole atmosphere to change. To change for the worse. I could tell he was trying to keep himself together but it was only a matter of time until he would break down.

What have I done?

"I didn't mean it like that", I tried to make the situation better, "you know I didn't mean it...", I took a step forward, wanting to pull him into my arms and tell him how much he meant to me.

When I took another step towards him he flinched and backed up. It was then that I realized I had lost the right to hug him. I had lost it from the moment I hurt him for the first time. The time I told him I didn't want to be friends anymore and after all that he still wanted to help me... I just had to ruin everything again. As always.

A/N: Poor Jonah 😔 and poor Corbyn 😢