Reverse Rivalry

Sweet III

Jale was speechless as he watched Skylar amusingly, heartily, too fucking merrily converse with the cashier as he ordered ice cream. The cashier had a beam on her face while she chatted to Skylar as if she knew him from a past life and Skylar was conversing back which was hell more of a shocker.

Jale knew this shop. He's seen Skylar in it multiple times and that was why he avoided it every time he set foot in town but now that stupid decision was knocking him into a haven of jealousy.

Crippling, antagonising jealousy.

The more this went on, the more he realized that people who interacted with Skylar weren't just blind, they were annoyingly besotted with the sleazy smile on Skylar's lips and the easy firm confidence that radiated in even the small movement of his long fingers.

Speaking of those egregious limbs that could send his mind into a frenzy with just one brush were absentmindedly tapping the glass in rhythm while he talked with a delightful glint in his eyes.

Jale averted his gaze to the table in front of him and breathed the ugly twisted feeling blooming in his chest through his nostrils. He settled on the chair better and mentally kicked himself.

He knew Skylar was just obsessed with ice cream. It wasn't the cashier that had his attention, it was the ice cream, the cream dammit!

Jale groaned internally from his seat at the window patio, fed up with his thoughts that kept getting worse. He might as well enjoy the fact that people saw what he saw but at the same time, didn't see what he thought he knew about Skylar Lain.

A glaring thought kept surfacing in his mind as this went on as his attention became more acutely aware of Skylar now more than ever compared to how he used to try his damn hardest to ignore the boy's existence.

He was stupid to tell Skylar they needed to relearn each other. He out of the two of them the most, needed to learn Skylar because he as proven, knew jack-shit.

He knew nothing about the boy. Not a drop of what the boy knew about him.
This clawed at him to an aggravating degree. Maybe, even that goddamn cashier knew his favourite ice cream flavour and Jale didn't.

Fuck.

Skylar's head turned and their eyes met from the small distance between them. Skylar leaned on the glass panel holding the large assortment of ice cream buckets and smiled softly. His dark eyes gleaming with emotion so pretty Jale felt it sliver into his heart and made it thump even harder.

He waved a little at Jale in an awkward way, too awkward and so not like Skylar's usual graceful, effortless movements.

The soft lighting in the ice cream shop and the floral pink and blue colours distinguished Skylar's black hair even more and made him look like a fairy, an enchanting fairy. The air was cool against Jale's prickling nape and tingling fingertips. He felt his face go red like the only place heat resided in his body was his cheeks.

He was blushing. He would admit that Skylar made him blush heavy sometimes and it took hell to hide it. It was even harder to hide in this specific light. He lifted his hand to cover the bottom half of his face and looked away. He could barely control it in the car before, now it was just becoming a normal occurrence. His cheeks were broken.

Skylar's attention was stolen again by the cashier who appeared with the ice cream with an even bigger smile. The girl passed them to him and Skylar took them with a thank you.

Skylar covered the distance between them with only three steps with two large ice creams in his hands. How he held them so steadily was beyond Jale. He never had luck with ice cream. They soiled his clothes too many times to count, fell on his feet, and dripped down his fingers. They were messy no matter how good they tasted.