𝐓𝗼𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 | 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐞 ✔︎

• Cᴏʟᴅ ɪɴ Cᴀʟɪғᴏʀɴɪᴀ •

| ᴄᴏʟᴅ ɪɴ ᴄᴀʟɪғᴏʀɴɪᴀ - Asʜᴇ |
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He stared back stubbornly at Blake's stern expression, mind going into overdrive as he felt his pulse quicken.

"Oh? About what?" He desperately tried to maintain his clam facade, silently hoping that it would calm his beating heart which was currently thumping mercifully in his chest.

Blake scowled then, and he almost flicked back. Blake was never usually mad, normally the peace maker of the group, constantly pulling him out of fights, but right now, he wouldn't be surprised if Blake lunged at him here and now. As if his face didn't give enough away, his movements certainly did. Hands clenching and unclenching into fists, as if he were trying to bring down his temptation to lunge at him, to break his face in. Why? He didn't know, but people hating him was a familiar feeling, so he didn't falter under it.

"What the fuck are you playing at Bibby?" He snarled as he stared back at him

"Bibby? Wow that's new, a few days ago I was reece, what's changed?" He replied in a disinterested tone, hiding the fact that this was all a huge shock to him. Blake was his friend, and sure they weren't besties that told each other everything, but he was still his closest friend. But now, now they were strangers, staring back at each other challengingly, being nothing more than they are. Cold, defensive, and reserved.

"What changed was the fact that you are playing some sick game, aren't you? How did you even find George? Is this some-" his face morphed, anger rising up and breaking through his faux calmness, unable to contain his irritation. This was his friend, and he was talking about him as if he were no more than a ruthless criminal, only interested in himself. He was not like that, he's tried too damn hard to be anything but what his father wished for.

"Some What Blake? You know me, why would I be playing some stupid game? I just met him a few weeks ago, I didn't even know-" his voice steadily raised further and further, anger coursing through his vains at the thought of it. Playing a game with George? He's been doing anything but that.

"No! But you see I do know you, Reece. You don't look at anyone like that, you don't smile like that, hell you don't laugh like that! What the heck is going on?" He felt a blush rise up in his cheeks as he listened to the rubbish coming out of Blake's mouth. He tried, hard, to disregard what he was saying, but he didn't know if he could. What Blake was saying was the truth, he was different somehow, but he couldn't know that.

"Oh c'mon Blake that's a bunch of crap! I was just having a normal conversation with him like I do with everyone" Blake shook his head fiercely, biting his lip as he got ready to retialate.

"No reece, no you were someone completely different." He said quietly as he shook his head, now looking exasperated as he leaned against his seat, fists no longer clenched.

"Reece, you're my friend, and I do value that. But George is like my little brother, and he's already been so done over in the past, I don't want you to break him. Please just- just, leave him alone" Reece felt the air leave his lips as he listened. Leave him alone. Blake wanted him to stop talking to him so much, but why? What was so terrible about him making light, Normal conversations with George?

"Leave him alone? Why?"

"Do you like him?" He meet Blake's curious gaze but quickly darted his eyes elsewhere, as if that would help him avoid the question. It was an absurd one anyway, did he like George? Of course not, no, never.

"No." He brought his eyes up to Blake's as he stared intently at him, looking deep in thought. He clearly didn't believe a word he that was currently spilling out of his mouth, but he didn't care. Blake's opinion didn't mean one thing to him, so he could keep it.