11 | ALL I WANT IS TO SEE THAT SMILE EVERYDAY OF MY LIFE
a warm hand guides jaren's body through the hallway. he's been trying to convince john to skip school with him recently, but the boy keeps refusing. it's not like jaren doesn't want to be seen with john; he's scared of what everyone else will say.
"stop being so tense, flower boy," john whispers, planting a kiss on the boy's soft cheek.
"john, you used to be a player," jaren turns around, grabbing the boy's hand in the empty hallway, "what will everyone think of me when they see us together?"
"do you love me, jaren?" john asks, pulling him forward and wrapping his arms around his waist.
"yes, of course i do. why would you ever ask a question like that?" jaren mumbles, leaning into john's chest.
"well, it shouldn't matter what other people think then," john smiles, pulling him back through the school, "in this world, flower boy, it only has to be us."
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"evan, stop acting like a fangirl, it's actually terrifying me," jon says, grabbing his boyfriend's backpack before it falls to the floor. he catches it with one hand, placing it back on evan's shoulder with a grin.
"sorry jonny, guess i'm just a little excited today," evan replies, looking through the crowd, "two of our best friends are dating, jon! they're really cute together and they do both love each other."
jon frowns, knowing that his next sentence will make the other boy lose all his excitement, "did you forget about the bet?"
evan immediately stops pacing around the hallway. he looks up, catching the soft sad look in jon's eyes. why did he even think of doing a bet in the first place?
"jon, we both know that john loves jaren way too much to actually act on the bet," evan sighs, only hoping that he's right, "he'll never do it and i'll make some good cash, so everyone will stay happy!"
"who are you trying to convince evan? me or yourself?" jon huffs, pushing away from his boyfriend with an irritated look gleaming in his electric blue eyes.
"jon, wait up!" evan shouts, attracting the attention of everyone in the crowded hallway. well, except for two boys who couldn't seem to get enough as each other as they held hands in the hallway.
and soon, everyone found their eyes attracted to the sight of the couple who were currently leaning into each other.
everyone including one anthony brown.
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jaren pulls away, sensing eyes on him. he turns around, noticing almost everyone in the school glancing at him with a weird stare. he can hear the whispers about him being john's new boy toy, and he absolutely hates it.
"john, can we go?" jaren asks, feeling awkward under the stares of so many. he quickly excuses himself before john can answer and runs into the bathroom. opening his bag, he takes out the pills that haven't been touched ever since john showed up.
he downs 3 anxiety pills, trying to calm down his breath. tears roll down his face but he can't feel them, and his whole body begins to feel numb. he falls to the ground, curling himself into a ball and begging for everything to just stop.
he barely manages to calm himself down and stand up when john runs into the bathroom five minutes later.
"jaren, what the hell? i was looking for you for fifteen minutes, where did you go flower boy?" john says, grabbing the boy's face and rubbing his cheek. it's a soft gesture, but jaren really needed something like that.
"i'm sorry, angel. i know i shouldn't have ran away so suddenly but i did," jaren smiles, trying to hide the fact that he was crying a couple minutes ago.
"angel? that's new," john comments, looking at the clock in the bathroom with a groan, "shit, i have to get to chemistry but i'll see you at lunch beautiful. are you sure you're okay?"
"yea, i'm fine, nothing's wrong with me," jaren grits his teeth against each other, trying to hide how worn out he is. tears threaten to fall out, but he keeps them in. people like him are supposed to be fine and not have issues, so why is he suddenly acting like this?
why does he have to be so fucking worthless and stupid?
john's voice snaps him out of his thoughts, "ok, i'll catch you after class. love you."
john plants a kiss on jaren's lips, pushing him back against the bathroom sink. despite feeling like shit, jaren smiles against the kiss and feels his body start to warm up. john pulls away about twenty seconds later, shooting jaren a small wink and walking out. jaren grins until he feels himself start to sink again. at least he knows the truth now.
once john walks out of his life, he'll never be okay.
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"hey mom," jaren yells, throwing his backpack on the table with a groan. he doesn't receive an answer immediately, so he heads to the fridge instead. usually his mom makes dinner by now, but jaren just shrugs his concerns away. she probably just had a late day at work.
the house is too quiet for jaren. he begins to think about inviting one of his friends over when the living room phone begins to ring. he walks casually from the kitchen, picking up the phone while chewing on his ham and cheese sandwich.
"hello?" jaren asks, taking another bite of his sandwich. he can't remember the last time he had one of these, considering he really doesn't eat breakfast or lunch that much anymore. he must have just lost his appetite in the past few months.
"is this jaren smith?" the boy furrows his eyebrows, hearing the woman voice on the other line.
"yes it is? what can i do for you today?" jaren asks, finishing up the final bite of his snack.
the phone drops out of his hand when he hears the next sentence.
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whoosh, early update this week i guess! hope you enjoyed and i swear that things will start getting happier halfway through the next chapter
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