The next day as Jack was going about his day as usual, he noticed a lot of people distancing themselves away from him. He stank more than usual, although Jack didn't really understand why. He was pretty sure that he took a shower last week, and his clothes were only washed a couple of weeks ago. He was fired up for another banterous day with his mates, but then he approached them only to hear: "Whoa, Callum broke up with his girlfriend? Why?"; "I hear that Callum's bisexual 'cos you know, he's uncertain about his preferences in terms of gender."
Jack stood there on his own, in the midst of the conversation, pondering over his thoughts, as he felt a wave of excitement envelope him as he trembled at the idea of this marvellous opportunity to confess his feelings to Callum. If Callum was now bisexual, that would mean a greater chance of him accepting him. At lunch, he leaped on the chance and took another venture to the music rooms, where he yet again found Callum playing his alluring tunes on his violin.
This time, instead of standing outside watching him, he gingerly touched the door handle and nervously entered the music room. He knew that he shouldn't be in there, as he wasn't a music student, and if caught by a music teacher, he would have to be forcibly parted from Callum.
Callum, so engrossed in playing the violin, did not hear Jack enter, and so when Jack clapped as he finished his piece, he opened his eyes in bewilderment.
"Why are you here?" Callum questioned with his Liverpudlian accent.
"Uh, um..." Jack stuttered, nervously fingering the holes in his torn jumper. "I... I..." Jack couldn't find the words to say. He was annoyed at himself. Why couldn't he speak? What was wrong with him?
"What is it?" Callum turned restless as his mind turned to the music that he yearned to play on his violin, his fingers rapidly tapping impatiently.
"Callum, please try to understand..." Jack could hear his heartbeat race taster and faster, and he swore that if he stalled this any longer, he would have a heart attack.
"I LIKE YOU!"
There was a moment of silence, and Jack felt its thickness suffocating him as he scanned Callum's face for a sign of acceptance. Jack then turned to make his quick escape, after exhausting most of his energy trying to speak, but before he could reach for the door, he felt a hand tugging on his sleeve, holding him back.
It was Callum. Jack couldn't make out the expression on his face... whether his ears were red because he was angry... or blushing.
"...Me too. "
The words Callum had uttered were so quite and inaudible but Jack had heard them clearly. Callum leaned closer to Jack's startled face, but Jack pushed him away.
"Really, do you really?"
"Yes I do. "