~Noah~

Sometimes, there are many kinds of feelings swimming through the blood of our heart, the ones of hurt, of anger, of frustration, and most important one of them all- of betrayal.

Betrayal is the kind of emotion which makes you detach from the outside world, makes you question your own sensibility, makes you angry, not so much on the betrayer as much as on yourself.

I was sinking deep into the feeling, letting the ocean of negativity slowly swallow my hopeless self.

~Ian~

"Mom!"

"What on earth makes you barge into my room like that screaming like a maniac?" She said, setting her glasses down to massage her temples with a sigh.

I flopped down on her bed in front of her, excitement getting the best of me as I narrated to her what happened the whole day.

"I love him, mom. I love Noah." I finished, unable to fight the stupid love-struck smile off my face.

She grinned and opened her arms. I hugged her with all my might till she made some weird strangling noises and I reluctantly had to let go.

"So that's the guy you burned the kitchen down for this afternoon. Hmm... I haven't seen you so excited since...well, ever." she said, ruffling my hair.

I smiled. I knew I was acting kiddish and I was probably (definitely) rushing into my feelings but I couldn't help it! I had never felt this way before. I had never felt my brain accept my heart with open arms and give it the permission of doing whatever the hell it wanted.

And Noah wasn't the guy you took your time with. He wasn't the kind of person you first had a crush on, slowly, gradually liked and then solidified your feelings for. He was the person you fell face first into love with.

It was like a switch flipped inside me on that date when I saw him sitting next to me, just casually eating and chatting without having self-imposed restrictions manipulate our actions.

This was it.
He was it.

"He is that kind of a person! He's so loving and soft and it's like...he would make anyone happy."

"Woah," she laughed with surprise, "So my little boy is finally in love!"

"But," I frowned as those feelings came back to me, "What if he doesn't feel the same?"

"Wait, how long have you guys been dating again?"

Okay, so I obviously didn't tell my mother that we had been sleeping together, I just told her we had been seeing each other.

"It's been nearly two months." I replied after doing some calculation in my head.

"Hmm...so, since you've been going out for a little while now, it's obvious that he must have some sort of affection towards you, if not love."
I nodded. She continued, "you just have to wait it out, dear boy. Show him what you feel about him."

She was probably right, I just needed to deepen the friendship Noah and I had initiated. And then finally when my bad boy image is scrapped off his head, I'd confess to him.

So that is what happened.

For some days, we talked more about our lives and feelings than role-playing (but we couldn't avoid it completely either). Besides the friendly chatter, we also lightly flirted with each other. I was mostly very apprehensive of overdoing it so I kept myself away from typing out the cheesy stuff that kept popping in my mind about him.

Some days later, he invited me to come along for his school's annual day musical.

I refused politely, lying that I had assignments to complete.
I was definitely going to go, but I wanted to make it a surprise because my impatience was driving me nuts and I just had to tell him how much I loved him and see the shock on his face. I was afraid to give him too much time to think about it. I wanted to read his eyes the moment I told him my feelings and I wanted him to tell me he felt the same way.

On the evening of the annual day, I dressed up in a black button up shirt and blue jeans and did my hair properly.

I stood in front of the mirror, looking at my nervous face. Nervousness was a new feeling for me. I had never faced a situation where I was afraid, paranoid and giddy about the consequence, all at the same time.

Even if he rejected me, I knew he'd do it politely. But just thinking about not having a place in his heart made me want to jump into a hundred feet deep pit.

I walked down the stairs from my room and towards the door, collecting the keys and going out. Mom was not home so I had to lock the house before driving off.

I reached the school's parking lot and pulled up. I went inside, wandering through the corridor in search of the auditorium. The place was eerily quiet except for the faint music coming from some part of the place, probably where the auditorium was.

I jumped slightly when I heard a familiar voice call my name from down the hall behind me. I turned around and sighed at what I saw.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, adding a groan in the end.

"What a pleasure to see my little Ian here!" He said in that chirpy voice of his as he moved closer and closer.

"Flynn. I have some important work here, goodbye." I said and began to turn away but he caught my hand and pushed me against the wall.

I looked at him in bewilderment. Was he on steroids?

"What the hell Flynn?" I said, irritated.

"Shh," he said, placing a finger on my lips seductively, but I was far from being turned on by someone like him.

I was just about to push him off myself when I heard a couple of footsteps and then a loud angry call of my name by yet another familiar voice.

Flynn got off me and I got to see a fuming Noah with his face all red and hands fisted by his sides.

My eyes went wide on their own, and all that came out of my mouth was a whisper of 'Noah'.

Before I could step forward towards him, he stormed off, but not without letting me catch a glimpse of the tears in his eyes.

"You son of a..." I began to curse at an amusingly smiling Flynn, but thought better and ran off after my very pissed object of affection.

"Noah!" I called as I jogged to him.

"Don't." He said in a hoarse voice and continued to walk faster along with a little boy in a weird costume. The poor kid looked back and forth between his teacher and me while practically running to match Noah's long strides along with keeping his pants from dropping.

I finally caught up with them and stood in front of him to block his path. The little boy finally got the chance to breathe as he gazed up at me with big interested eyes.
"Noah please let me-" I began.

"What? Explain?" He mocked and I finally looked at his face.
I wanted to say something but my focus was primarily on the drop of tear that just rolled down his cheek. My heart literally shattered in my chest.

I went ahead to cup his face but he slapped my hands away before they could touch him.

"Don't touch me." He shouted. His face was red and his hands were shaking, both with fury. He felt betrayed but he had only misunderstood what he saw.

"Noah, I wasn't-" I tried to say.

"You're disgusting!" He cried, "I hate you."

He hates me.

He walked past me and I stood there helplessly, feeling more doomed than I had ever felt. I didn't get to say what I had come to say.

"And I love you." I whispered to the empty halls, letting a tear of my own escape the premises of my eye.

A/N: Poor poor Ian!

Vote and comment and share and don't forget to let me know what you think!