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‘ do you REALLY think that anyone cared? ’ he questioned. his tone wasn’t sarcastic nor was it filled with malice – he was simply curious. what was quentin so afraid of? ‘ and why would i be in your head? there is no reason for me to be there. ’ he replied with a shake of his head. ‘ no one in that cafe would’ve cared! do you know how many men kiss one another? a lot. ’ bay groaned, his gaze looking out toward the water. how he wished he could lose this ring and hop in. ‘ is that what you want from me? for me to LEAVE? be certain about your choice, quentin… ’

—— quentin nodded, unable to say any words to that. of course he thought people cared. people ALWAYS cared. they always judged and were always whispering. he knew it wouldn’t change from back home; it was his life and he was getting quite used to the constant chatter about himself. ❛ b-because y-you’re YOU !! ❜ and that was a terrible answer, but he didn’t have anything else to say. what could he have said ?? that he’s in his head because he cares, because it’s hard to not think about him ?? no, quentin was not going to admit that out loud to anyone, not even himself. ❛ y-you don’t know that !! ... i don’t want to take the risk of being hated by everyone ... i CAN’T do that again. ❜ the last thing he wanted was to have to deal with eyes on him all the time. he was more concerned with what other people thought. and if that meant sacrificing happiness, he was okay with that. he’d done it most of his life anyways. ❛ i’m NOT certain ... ❜ he stated in a whisper, ❛ but i-i just ... i don’t know. ❜

dropping his gaze, bay’s lower lip quivered slightly as the anger in the other’s tone raised. he had made yet ANOTHER mistake. although, a part of him did not regret it. ‘ i-it sounds stupid, i get that but i’m not kidding, ’ he began ‘ i needed to get you out of my system and if we’re going to let everything go here? i needed to know what it was like once more. ’ he shrugged. ‘ i’m tipsy – if you’re scared of what the others think, then just tell them i was a drunk guy that couldn’t seem to control himself. ’ he whispered, cringing away from as his hand hit the wall. bay wanted to push the other back and run away from him right then and there. but moments later, he stepped back. nodding his head, he kept his gaze focused on his feet, scared that if he met the other’s gaze that it would only piss him off even more. ‘ o-oh, alright then. ’

—— the blond huffed, fists balling as he tried to breath. he shouldn’t have been this mad, but he WAS. and he couldn’t help it. ❛ how much could i have been in your system, bay ?? honestly !! i just don’t understand it. you think i’ve been able to get you out of my head ?? no, i haven’t, but i didn’t fucking KISS you. ❜ ‘i wanted to’, but he didn’t say that, he left that part out because it would only complicate things even more than they already were. ❛ that doesn’t help, you still did it ... in front of EVERYONE. ❜ the anger seemed to die with that statement. all that came was regret and a void he couldn’t fill because he was scared. shaking his head, the blond stroked a shaky hand through his hair, ❛ just go ... ❜

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“quentin,” markus said in that worry-ful tone of his, his arms folding behind his back. “i can literally think of five things that are dangerous that could happen while you’re climbing and another five more things that could happen while you’re just hanging out in a tree.”

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—— quentin laughed, markus was always so worrisome. ❛ what if i hung from the branches ?? would you get mad at me ?? you CAN’T get mad at this face. ❜ putting on the best puppy dog look he could.

backing up against the wall, bay took deep breaths in attempts to regain his composure. what he had just done was not like him in the slightest. he was not someone who just went around kissing people, but he wanted to kiss quentin again so desperately. when the other male demanded some kind of response on him, he stammered and squeaked, attempting to get out a reply. ‘ i-i don’t… i-i don’t know, ’ he flushed ‘ i know that i shouldn’t have but i-if we’re ENDING everything on b-bad terms, i needed to get that off my chest, i’m s-sorry. ’ a frown presented itself on the male’s features. ‘ i-i, um, y-you can hit me if you feel that’s the best action right now? ’

—— the stuttering only aggravated him more. one minute bay was all confident in the things he was saying and now ?? he was just a mess. it irked quentin for the sole reason of it being when the other was being confronted. if it was any other time, he would have been fine with it, but not now. not after that kiss and surely not after everything that has happened between the two of them in the past weeks. ❛ you needed to KISS me ?? ❜ he questioned, moving closer and backing the other up against the wall of the building. ❛ out of everything you could have done ?? slapped me, punched me, but you had to kiss me ?? ❜ there was heat to his voice as he slammed his hand against the wall beside bay’s head. he knew he probably startled bay and that made him hang his head and step back, rubbing his face. ❛ ... i’m NOT gonna hit you. ❜ the male’s voice soft.

the anger that filled bay could not be controlled. at least, not in the moment. he was still a little on the TIPSY side which had him all out of whack. standing from his seat, he stood before him, not sure of what it was that he was going to do. ‘ no, you haven’t upset me – you only let me down. ’ he informed the blond. ‘ let’s go, bay. ’ the friend commented, tugging at his arm in the hopes of getting him to leave. muttering a ‘one moment’, he turned his attention back over to quentin. was he seriously about to do what he’s thinking? he was. ‘ this might be the alcohol but might also be because of me. ’ the words rushed out of him, before cupping the other’s face and pulling him into a final kiss. he expected to get punched – and that was fine, he’d take a punch as long as he got to do this one last time before they weren’t ‘anything’. pulling back, he rushed towards the door not paying the other a single look more. he couldn’t bring himself to do it. ‘ i’m so sorry! ’ the friend practically shrieked chasing after the prince. ‘ you can kill me later! i have to go hula competition that i must attend – very important that i be there. ’ bay called out, his face as red as a tomato, sliding into the little alleyway beside the shop. ‘ what did i do … ’

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—— quentin just shrugged at his words, knowing they were true, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. or well, show he cared. setting his book down ( AGAIN ), he looked upwards, raising a brow as if waiting for more words. but words didn’t come from bay, instead their lips were connected. and before he could even react to it, they were gone again. quentin hadn’t kissed back, there were too many people watching, too many eyes on him to judge his decisions. by now, the blond could feel the anger coursing through him. it was a dull ache, something he hadn’t felt in so long and he was totally positive at that moment that it wasn’t the anger ... it was feelings. the harbored feelings that had slowly grown over the course of their friendship, but he was good at pushing them down, so he did. thus, only feeling anger. now everyone was staring at him as he stood from his seat practically running as he chased out after bay. when the door shut behind him, he directed his attention towards the figure, ❛ the HELL was that ?? ❜ he called out, arms out in the air, choking down the anger in his voice.

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–– ♡ ❛ + the route kehlani took to get to her classes on a day-to-day basis had become a routine; she would cut through the quad and through buildings, shaving minutes off the more popular commute of her peers. taking the elevator in the science building was apart of that routine and every day, things went perfect… until they suddenly didn’t. the elevator came to an abrupt halt before it approached the ninth floor, knocking off kehlani’s balance. as she fell against the back wall, the lights flickered for a moment before turning off for good. “what the fuck ––” she mumbled, using her phone’s flashlight to illuminate the closed space. it was then that she spotted quentin ( the only other person ) at the other end of the elevator. “are you okay?” @qventin

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—— he was just leaving the building, having dropped off a few things was of the professor’s needed and was easily accessible for him to get. it was an easy thing, quentin had done it many times, but this time was different. normally, he would take the stairs, hoping to get at least some exercise before the day started. but this time, he chose the elevator. oddly, he didn’t know why --- it was just a split second decision since the stairs seemed so daunting that morning. he noticed kehlani get in, but he hadn’t said anything, not knowing whether or not she was in the mood to talk until the lights flickered off and the elevator came to a stop. ❛ i’m fine, i should be asking you that. you seemed to have hit the wall pretty hard ?? ❜

‘ so, you DELETED my number? ’ he questioned aloud, slowly nodding his head. ‘ what was it that you called us? friends? ’ his tone slightly sarcastic as he spoke. for some reason, knowing that quentin had the nerve to delete his number just caused his blood to boil. if anyone should’ve deleted numbers then he should’ve deleted quentin’s. ‘ doesn’t sound much like you want to be even that now – crazy how things unfold, am i right? ’ a slight chuckle left his lips, his attention shifting back over to his friend who’s features were surprised at best. ‘ well, that was wild. ’

—— the very clear anger in bay’s voice made quentin chuckle. still, such a foreign sound in his own mouth, but his laughs were once directed at the other in a sweet way. not anymore as the chuckle was dry and filled with nothing, ❛ did i upset you ?? awh, how TERRIBLE. ❜ quentin was very used to being like this. more often than not, the horrible temper creeped it’s way through in the worst places. ❛ i don’t want to be ANYTHING now. ❜ he stated plainly, picking up his book again, eyes widening with sarcasm as he mocked, ❛ how WILD. ❜

at this point in time, the prince REGRETTED every decision he made while drunk. why did he even allow himself to get so trashed? deep inside, he knew that he was using it as a way method to help him get over a certain someone. the voice of said ‘someone’ causing his entire body to tense up when they spoke. looking to his friend, bay’s eyes widened and his teeth sunk into his lower lip. he could not find his words. ‘ i’m sorry that he’s bothering you, ’ his friend commented turning their attention over to the blonde ‘ he’s still a little hungover. ’ they shrugged. groaning, he rested his head against the tabletop, his eyes falling shut wishing his friend would shut up. he did not want them to SPEAK to him – only realize that was the person he had told them about. ‘ i’m up for coffee, how about you? ’ bay tried to offer the other but they refused. the prince’s unrequited crush was entertainment to the other and that pissed him off in the slightest way. ‘ you’re right – sorry to have disturbed you. ’ his tone just above a whisper, now speaking to the blond male. he couldn’t bring himself to look at him. speaking to him and looking at him were two very different things. ‘ i’m also sorry for, um, spamming you last night; feel free to block me. ’

#he's petty so he deleted bay's number

—— choosing to ignore his friend like he did bay, quentin just nodded along to whatever they were saying, small hums coming from his mouth here and there as he turned to a new page of his book. when bay finally started speaking, it was only then that he looked up, setting his book face down on the page he was on. eyes shifting from the friend back to bay, ❛ if you have a hangover, you should be getting rest, not shouting about your OUT OF CONTROL night. ❜ quentin commented, ❛ i deleted them, so i can’t really block you if i don’t know your number. ❜ it was true, the blond had never memorized bay’s number because one, that was weird and two, he didn’t need to. they were always on good terms until now.

‘ so, listen – things got a LITTLE carried away last night. and by a little? i do not mean that at all. i mean that things got overly carried away. someone needs to take my phone when i go out! i texted someone 49 times and sent snapchats to people. what did i even send them?! i danced on counter at the bar and let’s just say that the bartender was not complaining because of his view. i felt violated on so many levels but i felt too good to stop. HELP ME, i am out of control. ’

—— quentin huffed a laugh, it was stiff as he shook his head. he wasn’t eavesdropping per say since it was hard to not hear the other talking so loudly to his friend, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to just not listen. ❛ 49 fucking texts. ❜ the blond mumbled under his own breath, doing his best to block his view of bay ( hopefully vice versa ) with a book. not that he looked at the texts, he didn’t have the heart to, so he just deleted them. ❛ you should talk QUIETER. ❜ he finally spoke loud enough, still not looking up.

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"WHAT the hell are you doing??“ nova laughed, sitting up slightly to get a better look. they raised their eyesbrows ever so slightly in pure curiosity, head tilted. "besides blocking the sun, that is.”

—— ❛ you’re uh --- sitting in my favorite spot. ❜ the male’s voice soft as he spoke to them.

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