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Jaime leaned against the dirt hill. He didn't feel like sleeping. He felt like scratching- so he did. It was right about now he had figured out a way to smuggle in razor blades or something sharp. Course the sharpest things around were pencils but maybe those could work. He heard a body plop next to him so he removed his hands from inside his sleeves. He skin probably had white marks on it now but he hadn't a cut to tear open. "Cigarette?" asked Rowan. Jaime looked at him. He had thought Rowan had finished off his last pack 2 days ago but maybe he had more smuggled away. Jaime nodded and took the stick. Maybe nicotine would do what his nails could not.
"Afraid of the rats?"
"What? Oh yeah. Those suspicious scratching noises Scott and now Ezra hear. Yeah, I'm terrified. You?"
"I grew up around rats."
"So. Gabe still pissed at you?"
"Yeah. 2 days and running. I dunno what to tell him or what to do. I can't take care of someone else. I just can't."
"Being Kat's boy friend is like taking care of someone. I. mean you're being there for her. And that's all you need to do for Gabe. Be there for him."
"Look, I really don't want to get into me and you."
"So when are we going to talk about it? Now might be better than ever. You might not want to discuss it but I do. Doesn't that count for anything?"
"Have I told anyone you're gay? This is the best I can do for the moment! I can't, God. I can't deal with you and Gabe and Kat all at once."
"Kat?"
"Oh. Slip of the tongue."
"Kat?"
"She just seems to be a bit more.."
"Kat-like."
"Hey just because you don't have someone." Jaime glared at him, and then looked away, realizing no matter how pissed that comment made him Rowan couldn't see the cold stare. "Look, I'm sorry. That's low."
"What do I care? Because I never talk to anyone means I don't have feelings. Right?"
"Look I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"
"And just come I'm gay means I'm never going to find anyone right!"
"Shut up!"
"Look, see, right there."
"No really! Someone's coming!"
"Oh." The two tossed their cigarettes into the dirt and watched them extinguish. But Jaime still stewed after the sparks died out. Dwayne walked up, face urgent, strides with a purpose.
"Rowan, we need to talk."
"Yeah. What's wrong?" Jaime didn't say anything. Let's ignore time was starting right about.. now.
"Has Gabe been acting strangely?"
"He is mad at me. That's why I've been sleeping in the dorms. He overheard someone talking about custody 2 days ago and he asked me if I was going to take custody of him."
"What'd you say?"
"No! Dwayne you know I can't take care of him! I want to."
"So do it."
"I can't! I just, I don't want to ruin him. Make him like me."
"He already takes after you. Rowan, Gabe isn't in his bed or in his room or in the boy's dorm. We don't know where he is."
"You mean he ran away! How could! CRAP!!!!"
"Rowan, we're looking for him. We've called the police." Rowan spun away. "Rowan stop! You can't find him in the dark!"
"It's my fault!"
"Rowan, you have to come to Peter's office with me. We have to figure out where Gabe went." Rowan turned back to Dwayne, still pulling away. He looked at Jaime, who turned, planning on looking around campus at least once but Dwayne ended those plans. "Jaime! Get your ass in the dorms! Now is not a good time to go for a stroll." So Jaime headed off.
Jaime leaned against the dirt hill. He didn't feel like sleeping. He felt like scratching- so he did. It was right about now he had figured out a way to smuggle in razor blades or something sharp. Course the sharpest things around were pencils but maybe those could work. He heard a body plop next to him so he removed his hands from inside his sleeves. He skin probably had white marks on it now but he hadn't a cut to tear open. "Cigarette?" asked Rowan. Jaime looked at him. He had thought Rowan had finished off his last pack 2 days ago but maybe he had more smuggled away. Jaime nodded and took the stick. Maybe nicotine would do what his nails could not.
"Afraid of the rats?"
"What? Oh yeah. Those suspicious scratching noises Scott and now Ezra hear. Yeah, I'm terrified. You?"
"I grew up around rats."
"So. Gabe still pissed at you?"
"Yeah. 2 days and running. I dunno what to tell him or what to do. I can't take care of someone else. I just can't."
"Being Kat's boy friend is like taking care of someone. I. mean you're being there for her. And that's all you need to do for Gabe. Be there for him."
"Look, I really don't want to get into me and you."
"So when are we going to talk about it? Now might be better than ever. You might not want to discuss it but I do. Doesn't that count for anything?"
"Have I told anyone you're gay? This is the best I can do for the moment! I can't, God. I can't deal with you and Gabe and Kat all at once."
"Kat?"
"Oh. Slip of the tongue."
"Kat?"
"She just seems to be a bit more.."
"Kat-like."
"Hey just because you don't have someone." Jaime glared at him, and then looked away, realizing no matter how pissed that comment made him Rowan couldn't see the cold stare. "Look, I'm sorry. That's low."
"What do I care? Because I never talk to anyone means I don't have feelings. Right?"
"Look I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"
"And just come I'm gay means I'm never going to find anyone right!"
"Shut up!"
"Look, see, right there."
"No really! Someone's coming!"
"Oh." The two tossed their cigarettes into the dirt and watched them extinguish. But Jaime still stewed after the sparks died out. Dwayne walked up, face urgent, strides with a purpose.
"Rowan, we need to talk."
"Yeah. What's wrong?" Jaime didn't say anything. Let's ignore time was starting right about.. now.
"Has Gabe been acting strangely?"
"He is mad at me. That's why I've been sleeping in the dorms. He overheard someone talking about custody 2 days ago and he asked me if I was going to take custody of him."
"What'd you say?"
"No! Dwayne you know I can't take care of him! I want to."
"So do it."
"I can't! I just, I don't want to ruin him. Make him like me."
"He already takes after you. Rowan, Gabe isn't in his bed or in his room or in the boy's dorm. We don't know where he is."
"You mean he ran away! How could! CRAP!!!!"
"Rowan, we're looking for him. We've called the police." Rowan spun away. "Rowan stop! You can't find him in the dark!"
"It's my fault!"
"Rowan, you have to come to Peter's office with me. We have to figure out where Gabe went." Rowan turned back to Dwayne, still pulling away. He looked at Jaime, who turned, planning on looking around campus at least once but Dwayne ended those plans. "Jaime! Get your ass in the dorms! Now is not a good time to go for a stroll." So Jaime headed off.