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Chapter Twenty-Six

Preston’s POV

“Geez, someone looks like they’re in a bad mood,” Joseph commented as I walked into Drama class, a minute after the second and final bell. My classmates sat around on chairs in a big circle by the small makeshift stage, caught up in their own conversations. I released a heavy sigh and sat down in the vacant chair next to Joseph, setting my bag down at my feet.

I was still pissed. My chest burned with anger. I was annoyed that I caught Carter talking to Adrien at our lockers, more so because Adrien was actually smiling at him. I didn’t want Adrien around Carter because I knew for a fact Carter was up to no good. He was always up to no good. And if he was hanging around my boyfriend while I wasn’t there, that was a clear tell tale sign that he was up to something. But clearly Adrien doesn’t see that.

The fact that he had been around him for a week and Adrien hadn’t told me unsettled me too. Maybe I was overreacting, but I couldn’t help the aggression and possession that clung to my bones. Was Adrien going to tell me? And why didn’t he say anything sooner?

“Adrien and I got into an argument,” I told him. Joseph raised a brow, a curious frown on his lips.

“An argument? What about?”

“I went to meet him at our lockers so I could walk him to class, and when I got there, he was talking to Carter. I got mad and we got into an argument when I told him that I didn’t want him talking to Carter,” I explained. I let out a groan as I leaned forwards, resting my forehead against the palm of my hands, “fuck, we have disagreements, but never like this.”

“Just relax, you two will work it out. While I know you two are best friends and that hasn’t changed, you guys are also boyfriends now. You’re going have arguments you’ve never had, especially jealous arguments,” Joseph pointed out, “if you don’t want Adrien to talk to Carter, telling him what to do isn’t the way to go.”

“Yea...I guess. Carter is an ass. He drives me up the fucking wall, and I know he’s not just talking to Adrien because he wants to be friends with him, he’s doing it to spite me,” I mumbled, “I don’t want him near Adrien.”

“Just talk to Adrien about it after school. As I said, you two will work it out because you always work things out. This is just something new you both have to deal with now that you guys are together. But obviously, you should tame that anger of yours. You being in a jealous fit won’t do you any good,” Joseph said, patting me on the shoulder. I gave him a dry stare.

“I’m not jealous—I’m annoyed that Carter is being an obnoxious asshole.”

“That—and you’re jealous. You don’t want other kings hitting on Adrien,” Joseph chuckled.

I scoffed at that, “he’s my boyfriend, of course, I don’t want other kings hitting on him.”

“And you can’t stop other kings from hitting on him. Whether it be at school or in public, he’s bound to get hit on. But you shouldn’t have to worry because Adrien is obviously fucking faithful to you, so keep that jealous beast of yours tame. And if you really are concerned about Carter being around him, explain to him why rather than just yelling at him and telling him what to do.”

I sighed at that. I slumped my shoulders, brushing my fingers through my hair, “I hate that you’re right.”

Joseph smirked, “I know your stubborn ass hates it.”

I rolled my eyes at him. I opened my mouth to say something, but before I had the chance to, our Drama teacher Mr. Sloane walked into class with his usual utmost enthusiasm and got started with attendance, and a quick warm-up skit. Joseph was right anyways. While I didn’t want to see Adrien hurt by Carter, telling him what to do and getting mad at him for something he saw as meaningless was not the way to go. Adrien was a nice person. If someone asked to be his friend, he would say yes in a heartbeat without thinking anything more about it. Getting mad at him for it was a low blow from me.

Adrien’s POV

From where I sat at my desk a few rows away, I watched as our math teacher Mr. Locke wrote on the whiteboard while walking us through a couple of equation problems. But most of it was a blur as my thoughts rambled around in my head, distracting me from actually paying attention and instead of writing any of it down, I tapped my pencil against the blank page of my notebook.

I didn’t like that Preston was mad at me. It’s not like we never had arguments in the past, but this time just seemed different. I’ve never seen him look so pissed before in my life, especially towards me. Now, I couldn’t help but feel guilty, like I did something wrong, and that feeling weighed heavy in my chest.

It was definitely my fault. I should have told him about Carter the first time he approached my locker. But I thought it wasn’t that big of a deal. Carter wasn’t actively being a jerk, he was trying to be nice, but I should have told Preston sooner. If I did, then perhaps he wouldn’t be as mad at me as he was now.

What was I supposed to do now?

“You okay, Adrien?” I blinked, turning my head slightly to face Phoebe. She sat beside me with her notebook and textbook open on her desk, copying down everything Mr. Locke was saying. Though, now, she was staring at me with both curiosity and concern in her brown eyes. I bit my lip, released a heavy sigh, and looked down at my blank notebook.

“Yea, I’m fine...just thinking,” I answered. I leaned my cheek against the palm of my hand, elbow perched on my desk.

Phoebe raised a brow, “you don’t look like you’re just thinking...what’s wrong?”

I frowned. Why was it a big deal that I was making other friends? Did I have to tell him about every friend I made? I didn’t know all of Preston’s friends outside of our friend circle. Sure, I knew a couple of his football mates, Annie and her girlfriend as well, but everyone else? I didn’t know them. But I did know he had other friends that were queens, some he had even slept with in the past, and I didn’t make a big deal out of it, even if it did bug me a little bit, so why was he?

Why could he have other friends but I couldn’t?

“Adrien?” I snapped my gaze back to Phoebe when I felt her hand clasp my wrist, stopping me from tapping my pen against my notebook. She had a heavy frown on her face, “you keep spacing out. Are you sure you’re okay?”

I paused at that. I looked at her for a long moment before I nodded my head, and released a deep breath, “I’m fine, Phoebe.”

“Did something happen between you and Preston?” She asked. I shook my head.

“No—I just...I’m just tired. It’s been a long day. I want to go to bed,” I murmured.

Phoebe didn’t look too convinced. She looked at me suspiciously, staring before she decided to let it go seeing as I wasn’t going to tell her. She squeezed my wrist reassuringly before she let go, and focused her attention back to the lesson.

For the rest of the class, the lesson was a blur. I ended up taking pictures of what Mr. Locke wrote on the whiteboard and once class ended, I closed my notebook and shoved it along with my textbook into my bag. I was like this in my third-period class. I just couldn’t focus today, not when Preston was on my mind, and not when it felt like my heart was trying to squeeze itself out of my chest by how much it hurt. I just couldn’t stop my mind from thinking of worse case scenarios and spiralling into the most horrible thoughts and ideas.

I knew I was being ridiculous, but still. I couldn’t help it.

I shrugged my bag over my shoulder and stood up from my chair, heading my way to the door. I said goodbye to Phoebe once we stepped out of class and parted ways down opposite sides of the busy hallway. I walked down the hall until I reached my locker, stopping to grab my physics homework, and put on my boots and coat.

I didn’t know if Preston was going to meet me at our lockers again. He just walked away after our argument, so I didn’t know if he was going to avoid me or not. Should I just start walking home myself? Or should I wait a few minutes to see if he would come and meet me as he usually does?

I sighed heavily. A part of me knew I should have just left and walked home by myself, but another part of me hoped Preston would come to meet me, so I ended up staying. I closed my locker and leaned against it, fiddling with the scarf around my neck. I shouldn’t expect him to walk home with me, but I wanted him to.

Five minutes passed. Preston still wasn’t here, and the hallways started to grow quieter and quieter. There were very few people now in the hallways. I frowned and looked down at my feet. My heart ached in my chest. My hand squeezed around the strap of my bag. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, and then, pushed up from where I leant against my locker and started heading down the hall.

I should have known he was going to be too angry to want to walk home with me.

“Adrien!” A voice called out and quick footsteps followed. I stopped walking and turned back around, my eyes widening slightly when I saw Preston standing there, looking out of breath as if he ran all the way up here. I frowned slightly as I watched him catch his breath, his pale blue eyes staring right at me. He had a look in his eyes that I couldn’t make out, but still, I couldn’t help the way my heart fluttered at the sight of him standing in front of me.

“Did you run all the way up here?” I asked him. Preston inhaled a deep breath before he nodded his head, running his fingers through his hair. I bit my lip.

“Yea...I did. Sorry, my biology class ran a few minutes behind. I was talking to my teacher about an upcoming project,” He replied. I opened my mouth to say something, but stopped when Preston spoke up again, “sorry if I kept you waiting.”

“Oh...Uhm, no, you didn’t keep me waiting.”

“Are we still going to walk home together? I just need to grab a few things from my locker, but if you don’t want to that’s okay too,” Preston said. I quickly shook my head.

“N-No! I mean—yea, I want to walk home together. I can wait.”

Preston nodded his head. He flashed me one of his charming smiles, then, he wandered back over to his locker to grab his stuff and to put on his coat. A blush rose to my cheeks as I watched him, patiently waiting while I fiddled with the scarf around my neck once more. He only took about a minute to shove his schoolwork into his bag and to shrug on his coat before he was walking back over to me, and to my surprise, he held his hand out to me.

I hesitated for a moment. I slipped my hand into his hand and he tangled our fingers together, giving my hand a gentle squeeze. My heart stuttered in my chest, the warmth in my cheeks only seeming to burn more. Preston didn’t say anything, and instead, he walked us down the hall and down the spiral staircase, and we headed outside into the cold frosty air.

A/N: Asher now has a story! You can read it on my Patreon - link on the ‘Support Me’ button :)

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