Jack's point of view
"You did what!?" Wyatt yelled as we walked to chemistry class. "Are you trying to die?"
"It was an accident!" I yelled back, putting on my defensive tone and metaphorical big boy pants.
I had told him about Finn, and the dms, and my pathetic excuses. I didn't mention how I actually wouldn't mind fucking him.
Even if I had only know Wyatt for, like, a day, he could already read me like an open book. If I even hinted that I was attracted to him, he'd know I'd expect a full blown relationship because that's how I am. And he wouldn't approve at all.
He stomped the rest of the way towards our class, blushing when he almost passed it because he was mumbling under his breath about "motherfucking dickheads," and "if he dares to go near you."
We sat down. I chewed on an apple calmly as Wyatt sat there seething in red-faced silence.
Jaeden furrowed his eyebrows as he walked in and sat in his usual seat. "What's up with him?"
I shrugged. "No clue."
That was a major, big, fat lie, but I wasn't about to expose myself to even more people. I don't do myself dirty.
Plus, the more I talked about the situation, the more flustered I would get. I knew that for a fact. And nobody likes seeing a sexually frustrated Jack, it was uncomfortable for all.
"Jack here made himself bait for the oceans of high school, didn't you, Jack?" Wyatt raged, slamming his textbook on the desk.
I couldn't tell whether he was angry at me, Finn, or just ironically angry.
"It was an accident!" I whined again, leaning back in my chair defeatedly. "I didn't want him to dm me!"
"You could've ignored his request!"
That made more sense than whatever bullshit logic I was spewing out. I tried to ignore the fact that I secretly wanted to answer him so that I wouldn't look like as much of a fool.
"I...clicked accept by accident?" It sounded more like a question than a response, but it would have to do. Cluelessness was always my defense mechanism and it worked on people I hardly knew, but Wyatt was stubborn.
Hey, I'm stubborn too!
We bickered on and on for minutes, class nowhere near starting. Everyone else had arrived and were watching us with puzzled expressions in silence until we both yelled "fine!" At the same time and turned to face them, arms crossed and big pouts masking our faces.
"So, uh, how's it going?" Jaeden asked awkwardly, still not knowing what happened.
I felt myself receding into my seat like the shell of a man I was as Wyatt ranted about the events of the previous man. Eventually, I started cracking up, shoving my face into my raised knees and shaking from head to toe.
"I don't know how you find this funny, but okay. Let him try to fuck you," Sophia teased, but I could tell that her tone of mockery had a hint of seriousness.
Instead of arguing the thought, I laughed even more, tears spilling out of my eyes.
I felt like a crackhead, and I'm sure everyone else thought I was some sort of druggie, because, like, who just laughs their way through situations? Me.
My laughter was nervous laughter deep down, except it didn't sound nervous. It was a product of nervousness.
Chosen's eyes widened. "Bro, you don't actually want to fuck him, do you?"
