𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐈𝐃 ᵐᵃʸˡᵒʳ

♛ .𝟐𝟒. ♛

❝ok, you could've walked up to me, tapped me on the shoulder and ask, not scare the fuck out of me.❞ Freddie explained. ❝sorry.❞ John frowned.

❝hey John, have you seen Roger?❞ I asked. ❝yeah. I could've sworn that he was just behind me a few seconds ago...❞

I felt a small tug on my backpack. I turned around and saw a familiar, smiling blonde.

❝Bri, can you walk me to class—like you always do?❞ Roger fluttered his eyelashes like a small kid wanting something. ❝yeah.❞

❝bye lovebirds.❞ Freddie guffawed. ❝same to you guys.❞ I cocked my head to the side.

The older one glared at me, then flashed the finger at me.

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❝do you have a ride on Saturday?❞ I asked Roger, opening my locker to place my textbooks in. He lifted an eyebrow, ❝for what?❞ I glanced at him, confused, ❝homecoming...?❞

He pursed his lips, ❝I wasn't planning to go.❞

❝what?❞ I blinked. ❝I wasn't planning to go.❞ Roger said once again, shrugging. ❝why?❞

❝I didn't want to?❞ He replied. ❝wha-. I thought you were going.❞ I shut my locker, then leaned against it.

❝did you want me to go?❞ The blonde questioned, putting his hands in his jean pockets. ❝well, Deaky, Fred, and I thought you were going. So we thought you already bought your ticket- and stuff...but I guess apparently you didn't.❞

❝I mean, I didn't-.❞ He paused, and looked at the ground in shame. ❝I- um.❞ He flickered his eyes at me, then back at the floor.

❝what is it?❞ I softly asked, getting a bad feeling in my stomach. ❝it's- it's nothing.❞ He shook his head.

I gripped his hand, ❝please tell me Roger.❞

❝let go Brian. I told you, it's nothing. I'm fine.❞ Roger groaned, tugging his hand away from mine. I chuckled, ❝quit lying to me. It's been only three months, and I feel like I've known you for years.❞

He looked at me with a blank facial expression, ❝can you please let go of me?❞

❝not until you tell me.❞ I looked back him with my eyebrows raised.

He sighed dramatically, and gazed away from me.

❝since you're not going to tell me, we can sit here all day.❞ I told, trying to persuade him to confess. ❝ok.❞ He shrugged, clearly not falling for what I said.

We sat in silence for a few moments until Roger spoke:

❝can you let go of my hand please?❞

❝nope.❞

❝oh my fucking god-...❞ He angrily mumbled, ❝I've got to go home Bri.❞

❝since when were you in a rush to go home after school all of a sudden?❞ I queried. ❝now.❞

❝fine. I'll drive you home, but you have to tell me on the way there-.❞ I informed him. ❝no!❞ He immediately shouted, ❝you-, you can't do that. You can't drive me home.❞