Chapter Fifteen

Caliegh's POV

On television, you're always seeing those shows where someone is cheating on their significant other. The main character gets suspicious, and sooner or later consults their girlfriend or boyfriend about the matter. It's always rather hard for them. Sometimes it's a mistake, and they were never cheating. Other times, the whole relationship comes crashing down to an end.

In my case, the pressure of consulting Lukas was two times as worse. For me, I had to ask if he was gay and cheating on me.

Now you may be thinking, "Are you stupid?! You can't just ask someone those things!" I'm quite aware of this. That's why I decided to take a slow approach on the situation and hint at it in conversations, at least make him fall for something that'd make him admit it to me.

During our free period the following evening, I was happily sitting on his lap four minutes before the bell rang. No one was in the seats surrounding us, so I took this as my one chance. I looked up into his vacant eyes.

"Lukas?"

"Hm."

"…I've been hearing…some really horrible rumors about you." He stopped combing his fingers through my hair, looking down at me.

"Do tell." I sighed dramatically.

"But they can't possibly be true, because we're dating…"

"Please be succinct, Kay." I pouted, crossing my arms and leaning my head on his chest.

"People keep saying that you're, well, gay." I swore I saw a look of panic flash on his emotionless features, but it disappeared within a split second. So I must've imagined it. He exhaled, continuing to brush through my waves.

"Why would you even believe such a thing…" He said, shaking his head. I glanced away, but then back at him. Alright, I'm going insane. Because I could've sworn I saw him blush. He was frowning more than usual, which was odd. Almost as if Mathias was in our presence.

…That's a lie. If Mathias was here, Lukas would be all giddy like a schoolgirl.

"I'm not saying I believe you, but I'm curious. If it weren't for me,would you be? Because you know I'm into the whole yaoi thing." He rolled his eyes slightly. That's right. He's never done that with me.

"I don't know, maybe." On the inside, I felt a sudden feeling of jealousy surge through me. So if the "pixies" hadn't made him ask me out, he'd be gay for Mathias, eh? On the inside, I was quite crestfallen. Was he really one to cheat on me? I hoped not.

"…Lukas, do you love me?" I was such a horrible person.

He hesitated with his answer. That's right. He HESITATED. "Of course." He said. Quite honestly, I was bereft of interest for this topic any more. The more I talked with him, the more depressed this whole thing made me. Instead I shut my mouth and snuggled up to him, ignoring the fact that this was probably the last time I'll get the chance to ever do this.

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Usually sitting in the dorms on my bed, listening to Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata ringing through my panda headphones, would help me calm down a little if I got too annoyed or angry. However, that wasn't going to help at the moment. I resisted the urge to storm right down to the music classroom and calm myself with my violin or the grand piano; instead I flopped down face-first on my bed and groaned into the pillow.

I wasn't even aware that my sister had come in soon after, falling into the desk chair and sighing in exasperation. Without even looking up at her, I muttered, "What's wrong with you."

"How could you tell?" I knew she already knew the answer. I had a skill of reading others' emotions sometimes. I lifted my head from the pillow, staring at Gabby. After a few seconds of me not responding, she spun around in the chair. "Well. I was playing Would You Rather with Mathias, right? I asked him if he'd rather lick a bar of soap or kiss your little boyfriend. Do you know what he said, Kay?" I slowly shook my head, though I had a bad feeling about this. "He said," she paused for dramatic effect, "that he'd rather kiss Lukas." I sat up, my shoulders falling.

"You can't be serious." She nodded gravely, disposing of any small shred of doubt that I had left.

"I hate to say it, Caliegh, but…you're right. Mathias and Lukas might be cheating on us with each other." Well you certainly don't hear that every day. At that moment, Gabby's expression changed from "Oh my god, I need to tell you news!" to something that I couldn't even describe. I guess it was something between despair and horrid realization that what I was saying was true, that this was reality.

And right then, I felt empathy for my little sister. This was really her first love, and the whole relationship was corroding at the core as we spoke. She blinked quickly, turning away from me and staring out the dorm window to the field a few stories down from us. I followed her gaze to see a couple sitting under a tree, the male strumming lightly on a guitar while the female swayed to the beat, her lips moving as if she were singing to his playing. I didn't want to say anything, but I knew she was thinking the same thing as I was. That at one point, we were that couple with Mathias and Lukas.

Perhaps I was just overreacting, but seriously. How would you feel if your first high school love were to just walk out on you for your sister'sboyfriend, making him gay? It wouldn't be too comfortable, I speak with experience.

I slid off the bed, walking to the bathroom in a daze. I needed to relax, and to do that, a shower might be nice. Locking the door behind me, I turned to the mirror and gazed at my reflection. To anyone else, I would appear to be an expressionless girl, not a worry in the world. To myself…I could see in my eyes that I was somewhat depressed about the matter. Tears began to form in my eyes, but I quickly rubbed them away and cursed under my breath.

Damn hormones.

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For a couple of days, I kept this whole situation off my mind for the most part. But one event in particular made my head spin and start worrying even more than I had before.

Usually, Lukas and I walk to dinner with each other. If we didn't do that, we'd always wait at the doors to the café for each other. We'd only wait for a couple of minutes, because usually we came down at 6:15 every day. However, today I waited until 6:30 at the doors for him to come. No worry, he was probably just doing homework and got sidetracked!

I slowly slinked into the café, seeing if he had gone ahead and sat down at the table already. I tried not to let the fact that Mathias wasn't there either bother me. After all, he sometimes sat with Gabby at the BTT's table. I automatically started walking to the Nordic table, but paused and figured it'd be pointless to sit there since I wasn't really good friends with any of the others. Instead I turned on my heel and walking in the direction of the square table the occupied my dearest friends, the Bad Touch Trio. Gabby was already sitting there. Without Mathias. I looked around the dining hall to see if I could spot his messy head of hair or dark red shirt somewhere, but I saw nothing. I slowly sat next to Matthew, somewhat surprised that he had stayed there even when I wasn't there. Then again, he was friends with Francis and Gilbert.

When I sat, his eyes lit up behind his glasses. "Caliegh…!" He exclaimed, looking as if he wanted to hug me and never let me go again. Just seeing him so happy made me smile, causing my heart to beat quickly. I reminded myself that I had reacted this way the first time I met him…

Gilbert's head whipped around to face me, and he smirked deeply. "Caaaaaaliegh, you're back…" I huffed, crossing my arms and turning my back to him.

"I forgot that I had to see you again." He leaned across the table and tweaked my ear, grinning.

"Don't be so sour, liebling." I scowled at his addition of "darling" at the end of the sentence. With the casualty that he said it at, you'd think we'd been dating for a good couple of weeks. However, I was in a relationship. He wasn't allowed to do that. I swatted his hand away, turning back to Matthew and smiling slightly.

"I figured I needed to come visit you once in my lifetime." I tilted my head slightly. "After all, you are my best friend." He smiled back at me. For some reason, I really liked this warm feeling. It was almost homey. Familiar.

…Nice.

Gabby, Francis, and Gilbert were all having a conversation with each other while Antonio was off harassing someone he called "Lovi". Something inside of me wished that we had never gotten boyfriends. That we had never had to switch where we sat. However, it was polite to do so. I wasn't going to ask Lukas to sit at our table any time soon, especially since he didn't get along with any of the people at this table. It shocked me that I did.

Then again, the only thing really keeping me there was Matthew and the fact that I didn't have any other place to sit. I had probably smiled more eating dinner with Matthew than I had in a month. He was telling me stories, filling me in with the latest news. And I could probably listen to his soft voice all day, laughing along with him and making comments here and there. Every now and then we would pause and switch places, with me telling a story or two and him listening intently, gazing into my eyes. I didn't pay attention to anything around us at all, only that we were happy.

I had only one main concern…

Lukas and Mathias had never come to dinner.

~Author's Note~

Dun dun dun, the drama! *gasp* This chapter was somewhat depressing to write, quite honestly…And no matter how much I say it, I still think we sound like little Mary Sues. Except that we actually like this, and these thoughts actually go through our heads…

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-KiwiFruit07