(John's POV)
I don't know why I was so mad, I just was. Imagine your boyfriend hanging out with his enemy more than you. Not just any enemy, Thomas Jefferson. A man he's despised from the beginning! I mean, come on! Seriously?
I was basically grumbling the whole way to class, and thank god I didn't run into someone. If I saw Charles Lee or James Reynolds, I would have lost it. I was not in the mood for some random ass homophobes to harass me. Now was not the fucking time.
But I couldn't help wonder about what Alex was keeping from me the whole way. He said I'd be mad...and he was probably right. He usually was right. Which was kind of annoying sometimes, but I still loved him. I just really want him to be honest with me, and also fuck this class for timing. Seriously, what the hell?!
Anyway, even if he doesn't want to tell me later I'll make him somehow. I'm just worried, and still a bit pissed. But mostly worried. I really love him. And I don't want to be mad at him. Ever.
(Time skip to around 8(in the afternoon lol) Alex's POV)
There I was, all prepared to tell John everything. Then Laf texted me and told me that him, John, and Herc were going out for drinks. I guess it's my fault, I told Laf I was busy. But the point of saying that was so Laf and Herc would go away while me and John got alone time. Well, they're gone. They won't be back until way later, so I might as well get work done. That was the thing that mattered, right? Work.
I wiped away tears before they fell, then opened my laptop. I wanted to tell John about everything, explain it all. I don't want him to be mad at me, or distant anymore. I just want us to be normal again. Which may be too much to ask, with Thomas in the picture. He's a great guy, sure, but fuck him for messing things up.
He didn't mess things up, you did. A different voice volunteered. I scowled and ignored it. Well, ignoring the fact it was right. It was my fault. Technically.
I sighed again and looked around. I was sitting in the living room area, on the couch. My phone had started buzzing, so I put down my laptop and answered it.
"Hello?" I asked.
"James broke up with me. He said I act like a child most of the time, and he feels like I'm not serious enough. For anything, not just our relationship." Well that answers my questions. Well, maybe just a few.
"Geez, Thomas I'm sorry." I say. Although, I did feel as if him and James's relationship started to get a bit rocky at one point. I'm not sure what set it off, but it just seemed that way. But...still. They made a great couple. Sometimes.
I heard a deep sigh from Thomas's end. "Can you get me ice cream and come over so we can watch movies or something?"
"Yeah, I'll be there in a few minutes." I hung up, then grabbed my jacket and made my way to the store. I grumbled a bit when I got outside. It was raining, but that was fine. It wasn't too far from campus, so I just walked quickly. Why the hell am I doing this for Thomas? I sigh. Oh right, he has a letter. And it's all your fault, don't forget that.
I guess I wasn't paying attention when I crossed the street. Or maybe it was the driver. Maybe it was both of us, because one moment I was just walking and wishing that it wasn't so chilly. And then I heard the screech of tires, like they were trying to stop. Then there was nothing.
(I'm sorry)