"Oh god. Zhis iz not good!" Christophe narrowed his eyes at the clock. It had been over two hours since Gregory left. Usually he'd at least give a call.

The Frenchman flushed in embarrassment once he saw a bite mark on his shoulder. "Stupeed feelings! I don't need zhem!" He grumbled. But he did. He was very much in love, which annoyed the shit out of him.

With Gregory:

Gregory sat in front of his parents with sweat trickling down the back of his neck. He never felt so nervous, but then again he knew his father was homophobic. His mother wasn't, but she followed her husband everywhere during anything.

"Son."

Gregory felt like his mouth was as dry as the desert. "Yes father."

"Is it true you were seen having intercourse with another boy? Christophe at that?"

The blonde teen hung his head. "Yes father."

Victor let out a heavy sigh. "It is disappointing to hear this, but it has to be done." He stood up, "From Monday on: you'll be attending Aristotle Academy. A boarding school."

Gregory's eyes widened. "What?! You can't do that!" He exclaimed.

His father narrowed his eyes. "I can, and I will. Now leave my sight."

The younger Yardale swallowed his pride and left the room without a sound. He stormed to his room and looked at his phone. He should probably call Christophe... But he honestly didn't feel like it for some reason. Maybe he was low key blaming his lover? Who knows.