detention • {c.b.❕j.m.}

n i n e

corbyn perked up like a dog when he saw jonah walk in to the lunch room.

the boy yawned as he walk over to his lunch table, two others stood up and followed him up to the lunch line.

august and eben.

he seemed slow, like he was tired and he was forcing himself awake.

corbyn glanced at the boy with a worried expression, but not for long as the others at his table would notice.

"whatcha staring at?" daniel blew in corbyn's ear which made the blonde flinch away.

"nothing, you nosy fuck" corbyn said as he rubbed his ear feeling attacked.

"mhm that he is" jack mumbled as he laid his head on ari's shoulder with a laid back expression.

"are you high?" daniel squinted as he looked at the boy, "pfft nooo."

he immediately started laughing and then corbyn remembered watching jack eat a cookie in math.

it must've been an edible that was just now kicking in, "jack, i told you to stop doing shit with weed!"

ari whisper yelled before pushing the boy off of her, "no, you said stop smoking it...never anything about eating it."

"don't fucking talk to me," ari scoffed as she scooted away from him.

corbyn shook his head as he watched the two, from behind jack's head he could see jonah's head resting on his crossed arms.

he didn't eat lunch; he slept the whole time.

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corbyn checked in to his study hall before going to get a book in study hall before anyone was in there.

he then returned ten minutes later, and found jonah sleeping soundly.

his brown hair laid messily on his head, falling on his forehead which bothered corbyn slightly.

it would usually be off of his forehead, his bangs having a slight curl at the end of them showing that he brushed them upward with his fingers.

corbyn sat down and couldn't help but watch as jonah, buried his face deeper in to his arms

the boy wore a soccer t-shirt, black joggers, and checkered high top vans that weren't tied.

he had his arms wrapped around the soccer sweatshirt he had been wearing, using it as a pillow.

they had a game today.

corbyn felt bad, jonah looked so tired and he was going to be goalie.

which after corbyn's observed him, he could tell the boy was going to be yelled at for not reacting fast enough.

suddenly the older boy lifted his head and stretched, causing corbyn to quickly whip his head the other direction.

"where were you?" the boy asked drowsily.

"um in the library, i needed a new book" corbyn mumbled as he turned to look at the dark circles under jonah's eyes.

"why are you so tired?" corbyn asked.

jonah shrugged, "i haven't been sleeping the past couple of days, and its catching up too me."

"jonah that's not good..." corbyn mumbled.

"i know" he sighed heavily before slipping the sweatshirt over his head with no effort.

"are you okay?"

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