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Chapter 15

Jonah's P.o.V

I watched Corbyn as he made his way to my locker. He fell so hard that he couldn't walk properly and just the sight of him struggling saddened my heart.

I should call his mother to make sure he sees a doctor for a check-up.

I obviously couldn't talk to Ashley since she started hating my guts. Even though she was three years younger than Corbyn, she acted like an overprotective older sister when it came to him. It's all cute until it gets annoying, if you ask me.

Deciding to call Saskia later and ask the janitor for help with cleaning up my mess first, I went to look for him. As usual, he was standing by the bleachers, looking into the sky with a musing expression.

"Hey, Alex, I'm sorry to bother you...", I approached the tall brunette who seemed like he was in his thirties, "but do you have a cleaning mop and a dustpan and brush for me?"

"Jonah, what up mate? What do you need those for?", he asked curiously, his British accent standing out.

"Well, I ran into my chemistry teacher and accidentally knocked down the chemicals he was pushing on a wagon and now i have to clean it all up", I explained to him.

"Bloody hell!", he cursed, "Shit like that only happens to you, my g."

"I know right?!", I agreed, rolling my eyes.

"Okay then, let me show you where to find those cleaning supplies", he signaled me to follow him before leading me to a small room with all kinds of utensils standing around, "just bring them back when you're done, alright?", Alex told me.

"Sure. You can go back to day-dreaming again", I grinned, taking the supplies I needed.

"That is exactly what I was about to do", he agreed with me before turning around to leave.

"Have fun!", I yelled after him, closing the door to the tiny room and heading back to the place where everything went downhill.

After I swept the pieces of the broken Erlenmeyer flasks into the dustpan, I used the cleaning mop to swab the liquids off the floor and clean the area with soap water.
Finally done, I brought the things back to where they were before and let out a relieved sigh.

Right when I was thinking about going to class I remembered to call Corbyn's mother. Just in case. I took my phone out of the pocket of my jeans and dialed her number. She picked up a few rings later, answering with an ecstatic "Jonah, hello my dear!"

I couldn't help but smile at the sound of her voice. I missed talking to her and the rest of Corbyn's family. After all, they were almost like my own.
"Hey, it's good to hear your voice", I told her, imagining her eyes, which she had successfully passed on to Corbyn, lighting up.

"Likewise! To what do I owe the pleasure of finally hearing from you again?", she asked", You haven't visited us in more than a month!", she then exclaimed, her voice a few notes higher than usual.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that... I'm just figuring some stuff out on my own", I explained, feeling bad for ghosting some of the most important people in my life.

"I see. Just promise to come visit us as soon as you are ready. We miss you. Especially Corbyn. He started eating way less than he used to and you know he already didn't eat much before."

"What?!", I burst out, confused as to why he would do that.

"Oh, I'm sure it has nothing to do with you", she quickly tried to reassure me but it was too late.

"I wouldn't be so sure", I said absent-mindedly before pausing, "when did he start eating less?", I then proceeded to ask, anxiously waiting for an answer.

"About a month ago", she responded quietly.

"He's become weak. That's why he hurt himself so bad when he fell down", I mumbled to myself, not realizing that the person on the other side of the line heard everything.

"When did Corbyn hurt himself?!", Saskia's voice was shrill. She sounded worried.

I sighed. "He slipped on the wet floor and fell on his backside", I explained.

"And he hurt himself?", she questioned.

"It looked like he had difficulties with walking", I clarified, a lump forming in my throat.

"Jonah, I want you to listen to me", she said calmly and I nodded even though she couldn't see me, "I know you are keeping your distance from him to come to terms with your feelings-", she added before I interrupted her.

"How do you know about that?", I asked, shocked about her bluntness.

"Honey, I saw you grow up and become the fine, young man you are today. I know you just as well as I know my son... I think I'd notice you catching feelings for him", she concluded.

My mouth fell open. She knew?

Seeing as I didn't respond, she went on. "Anyway, what I wanted to say before you so politely interrupted me is that staying away will cause you nothing but pain. You love him. I know you do so don't even try to deny it. Trust me when I say: tell him! I'm always rooting for you!... Now, I know you probably won't tell him any time soon because you're scared, I get it, but I want you to keep an eye on him nonetheless and I want you to bring him home today!"

"But-", I tried to talk myself out of it.

"No! No buts! I know for a fact that you care deeply about him so I'm trusting you to make sure he comes home in a piece. Preferably without Daniel. He's been here too often and I don't like it... don't tell Corbyn, though. Do we have an understanding?", she asked with her authoritative voice.

"Yes, ma'am", I played along, saluting submissively even though once again, she didn't see me.

"Alright then, I'm counting on you", she warned, wanting to hang up.

"Wait!", I spoke out, before she could do it, "The reason I called was actually to tell you to make sure Corbyn would see a doctor in order to rule out a potential injury. Knowing him, he would probably downplay his pain to get out of an appointment but it seems serious or else I wouldn't have called you."

"I know. Thanks for letting me know, you're the best! I'll make an appointment at the orthopedist for him and send you the details!", she exclaimed, immediately hanging up before I could answer her or ask why she wanted to forward the details of Corbyn's appointment to me.

Looking at the time, I noticed that going to history class wouldn't make much of a difference since there were only five more minutes left of it. To clear my head I aimlessly walked around the empty halls until the bell rang and they started to fill with all kinds of students, laughing with their friends. Among them I also noticed a few couples with their hands intertwined . I was about to avert my gaze when something caught my eye. It was two boys I had never seen before... And they were holding hands. Without realizing, I imagined Corbyn and I in their situation, doing the same thing, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of it.

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