Jordan was removing from once more flinching when Vince mentioned Alex. “Oh, huh? That’s who that was? I dunno, never really. Today was weird. None of my friends would even look at me, but all these guys kept coming over and trying to give me junk. You can have ‘em. Football’s coming up soon.” He faded off, biting his lip.

As Vince tugged out his phone and pressed buttons, Jordan glanced over, frowning. His blared a few moments later, though Jordan left it. The smile on Vincent’s face had told him more than enough. The jock made a tiny noise: A choked sob. “Bryan?” He finally questioned quietly, staring out the windshield again.

~<3~

The reply came quickly. I miss us. Not the us now. The us then. Can we try 2 get it back? I won‘t hurt you anymore. Promise.

"Sounds like an eventful day..." he said opening the box of chocolates and made a face. They looked good, really good, but they were made by some guy that wanted to get with Jordan why would Vince want them. "No thank you, I don't like handed down chocolate." He said putting it back down on the floor.

His phone vibrated in his hands again and not wasting a second he flipped open the phone and his eyes scanned the text. He swore his heart stopped for a second and he forgot how to breath. Everything he had hopped for, the reason he kept going back to Bryan even when the other male beat the shit out of him; Bryan was asking for a second chance. Vincent's answer was yes he didn't even have to think about it but when he heard Jock boy's voice he turned and looked at the other male. "It's none of your business. Not like you care anyway." He said harshly he looked back at his phone unsure how to answer now. Was it true? Or was it another one of Bryan's tricks. How do I know you mean it? For all I know this could be another one of your cruel jokes. He texted back waiting for the reply.

”Handed down chocolates?” Jordan frowned. “They aren’t handed down. The kid said something about making them in home economics. If you don’t want them, I’ll just give them to Holly.” He frowned, glancing at the floorboard. “I’m pretty sure there some other sweets in my backpack. I dunno, a lot of guys I’ve never talked to kept trying to give me junk.”

He flinched when Vince spoke once more. “Of course I care. I told you, I’ve fallen for you, as much as I wish I hadn’t. You’re the one who didn’t even tell me to ‘make love to you’.” He paused again, before stating, “You’re going back to him.”

~<3~

Tell me how 2 prove it. I’ll do whatever you want. I MISS U BABY!

Vince rolled his green eyes. "Are you really that oblivious?" He asked. "Handed down chocolates, meaning the kid made it because he likes you. Come on you're one of the hottest guys in our school and now you're out. Of course all the gay guys are going to be fawning over you." He said slouching in his seat flipping his phone open and close waiting to get the next text.

His phone vibrated and he flipped it open reading the text. He bit his bottom lip, Bryan wanted to prove that he wanted a second chance? How could Vince say no to that? He glanced over at Jock Boy when he asked if Vince was going to go back. "I don't know..." He said softly his fingers hovering over the keys. "I...he...probably." he answered. He was happy that he was getting what he wanted...but why did he feel like shit admitting it to Jordan?

He quickly typed back to Bryan, I don't want you to do anything. I'll give us another try, but you've got to stop being such an asshole to me. That's all I ask.

The jock frowned, thinking about this. He glanced to the boy next to him, his frown deepening. He didn’t want just any guy, though. He wanted those bright green eyes, and the smile Vincent couldn’t wipe off his face while he waited for his phone.

He’d opened his mouth to speak again, when Vince answered. He flinched backwards, the car jerking slightly. Instead Jordan glared out the window. “Hey, on that note, is there a phone number or something?” He finally questioned.

Yeah, baby, anything for u. U miss me? Bryan was sprawled out on his bed, grinning at the phone. Things were falling into place. And he wasn’t done with Jordan either. He’d make Fayte regret touching his property.

Vince chewed on his bottom lip staring at his phone waiting for the next reply. He couldn’t help but smile his day was looking a lot better. The only thing is he was stuck in a car with Jock boy who just didn’t understand. He got the next text and his smile grew more. He hit the button to reply when he felt the car jerk. “What the!” He exclaimed grabbing onto the side of the car. He looked over at the jock in confusion when he asked if there was a number. “Number?” he asked. “You mean on the chocolates? You’ve got to be kidding!” He exclaimed.

He glanced back down at his phone and quickly replied. Of course I have! I’m glad you’re back =^.^=

The next text from Bryan was a request: Come c me 2nite? Have a surprise…

“Why would I be kidding?” Jordan asked, feigning innocent. “I don’t like girls. I’ve learned that. You clearly don’t want to try and make something of us, despite what you said. This Alex kid was cute, I guess. Maybe I should hang out with him.” He hesitated, glancing to Vince slyly. More than likely, Vincent would get mad at him for this…

“You sound jealous…Tell me you want to try. That you don’t want me to see anyone else,” He begged, “And I’ll be just yours, and I won’t call him up. If not, hand me the box.”

((Should I play Alex then? We could do w JordanxAlex BryanxVince thing with Jordan being a manwhore on the side XD))

Jordan had a point, a very good point. And Vince was going back to Bryan so why did he care? But it felt like he was being torn in two. He liked Jordan but he was in love with Bryan. It was selfish of him to think that he could keep Jordan around forever. He chewed on his bottom lip he had made his choice and he had to own up for it and do the right thing even if he didn't want to. Leaning down he picked up the box hesitating for a second before handing it over to Jordan. "Maybe he'll be good for you." Since obviously I'm not he added silently. He looked out the window unable to look at Jordan knowing it was hurting the male once again and hopefully for the last time. He looked back to his phone and replied, Yeah. But I'm gonna need a ride from work because, if you don't remember, my car is kinda out of commission.

(Yeah, that would probably be best…if you don’t mind.)

Okay, babe. C u then!

Jordan spent the rest of the drive silent, though his knuckles had turned white around the steering wheel. Fine, then he’d call up this Alex dude, since he meant so little.

He parked quickly, still not speaking, though he felt like crying, screaming and begging Vince not to go. Instead of any of that, he just lowered his head. “Vince, he won’t change. No matter what he says. Hasn’t he told you all this before?”

((Of course I don't mind...do you mind?))

His phone vibrated again and he typed back, Okay see you at seven. The moment he hit send the car stopped in the parking lot in front of his aunt's salon. His hand reached out to grab the door handle but froze when he heard Jordan's voice. Vince closed his eyes trying to keep him self together, swallowing the lump in his throat. Jordan had just voiced his worse fear that all of this was just another of Bryan's tricks but the male had to believe that Bryan was being sincere. "The last time he called me babe outside of sex was a month before we broke up, the last time he said I miss you, I don't even remember." He said turning to look at Jordan his eyes pleading with the jock to understand. "I know there's a chance that this is all fake, but I need to find out. I need to know. What if he has changed?" Vince asked. "I'm giving him one last chance to prove that he has, otherwise I'm leaving him for good." The male said looking forward. He had said those exact words countless times and yet he always went back.

Vince sighed opening the door and stepping out stopping for a moment before turning around to look back at Jordan. "Um...I...I don't need a ride home." He said. "I know you're going back to play with Holly so can you just tell my mom I'm spending the night at a friends house." he said shifting on his feet wondering how Jordan would take that.

(Of course not, I was going to ask, but you beat me to the punch.)

“…What if he doesn’t Vince? You’ll keep doing this.” Jordan pleaded, “Please, think about it. Really about it. When he hurts you, I don’t want to have to pick the pieces up again.”

He fell silent, turning to face forward once more, another tiny noise coming from him. “I…” He threw another pleading glance at Vincent, before sighing. “If you want me to lie for you, then I will. ..He’ll be taking you to school tomorrow?” As he spoke now, he reached down, digging into the passenger floorboard and pulling out the chocolates, taking the note. If he meant nothing to Vince, he’d make Vince mean nothing to him. A tiny voice told him that was wrong, that it was exactly what Vince had done to him, but a louder voice told him, “So what?”

Jordan was gonna listen to that voice. He eyed the note, finding a number and digging out his phone, though he waited to press any buttons, frowning down at the cell. "I'll get on my knees and beg you, if that's what it will take..."

"Please don't make this harder then it already is." Vince said glancing away. It hurt to know that he was the reason Jock Boy was hurting. He shook his head. It hurt seeing Jordan grab the box and the note attached. Grabbing his cell phone out giving Vince one last chance to change his ind. "It's not going to make a difference Jordan." he said softly, "Call him, he'll be good for you.

He paused for a second thinking about the question. Usually when he spent the night at Bryan's he had his own car but he didn't now. If Bryan was really back to his old self he'd drive Vince to school wouldn't he? "Don't worry I'll get a ride." he said. "So I guess I'll just see you at school tomorrow." Vince closed the door before Jordan could say anymore, squaring his shoulders he walked up to his aunt's salon. He glanced back for a moment before opening the door and walking in.

(Yay!!! I was lurking in one of your rps.)

“Because it’s so fucking hard for you, huh?” Jordan asked the air bitterly, “So hard to leave me picking up the pieces you’ve broken me into.” The jock shook his head, “It doesn’t matter if he’ll be good for me. I won’t be thinking about him. He’ll be a replacement, just like me.”

The male opened the phone, jabbing the buttons angrily. His emerald eyes remained on Vince as he raised the phone. He almost shut it, as the small male stopped and looked back. But, Vince kept going, and Jordan left the phone at his ear, listening to the rings. Finally, he heard someone answer. "Hey, uh, Alex? It's Fay-Jordan. I was wondering if you'd like to hang out tonight, maybe see a movie or something? My treat." And still, Jordan couldn't look away from the slim male inside the shop.

((OMG YOU LURKER!!! Haha Don't worry I'm totally stalking you're row the boat rp :D That's how I found out about shame.))

The moment Vince walked in the doors he collapsed into one of the chairs and hid his face in his hands. His aunt stopped what she was doing right away and came over. "Vince!" She exclaimed putting a hand on his shoulder which he promptly shrugged off.

"I'm fine." He said, though he felt like anything but. Why did it hurt so much?

"You are not fine Vince." Ronnie said pulling his hands away from his face her brown eyes were determined. "I'm sick and tired of you always saying your fine when obviously you're not." her tone softened. "Please just tell me what happened."

Vince shook his head. "No really. I'm fine, I should be fine. I’m getting everything I wanted. But why does it hurt so much.” He said attempting to pull himself together by grabbing onto the sides of his arms.

His aunt paused for a second unsure of what to make of that but she knew she wouldn’t get any more out of the male. “here why don’t you go to the backroom and use the straightener I’m sure you’d like that.” She said.

Vince nodded and got up. “I’m sorry.” He said. Why was he always such a mess and a nuisance.

“It’s fine.” She said getting up along with him watching him go into the backroom.

Once Vince was back there he flipped, open his phone and texted Bryan. Hey change of plans. Can you come pick me up now? His aunt would understand.

***

Alex was in the middle reading his biology book for fun when his cell phone rang. The blonde scrambled for his cell finding it under his blanket on the floor. Looking at the number he was confused but if someone was calling his cell it must be for him. “Hello?” he said.

(Yes…your guy’s rp is the one I’m stalking! XD)

As the voice answered, Jordan repeated his request, watching Vince disappear. He put the phone on speaker and set it in his lap. It still worked fine like that… The jock put the car into drive, making his way back to Vincent’s house as he spoke.

~<3~

Yes, babe. C u soon.

True to his words, Bryan pulled in about fifteen minutes later, stopping his mom’s minivan outside and waiting for Vince to move into his car. He didn’t like the boy’s family. They knew about him, and he was always terrified they’d tell someone else…

((STALKER i <3 the idea of the rp with shame))

Alex's jaw dropped the first time he heard the jock and when he repeated it twice the blonde male started to stutter. 'Oh Sorry, I wasn't sure I heard you right the first time." he said blushing glad that Fayte couldn't see him do that. "Um..yeah of course." he said smiling. "I'd love to. Um what time will you be here? Oh crap you probably don't even know where I live." he said giving a laugh of embarrassment. He quickly rattled off the way to his house from a local highway.

***

Vince took the time that he'd wait for Bryan to straighten his hair. After it was straight he pulled his beanie back onto his head and headed back out into the salon. "I'm heading out." He told his aunt who nodded understanding. He glanced out the window to see Bryan's van pulling into the parking lot. "Bye." he said giving a short wave.

His aunt glanced over glancing out the window. "who is that?" She asked. "That's someone different isn't it?"

"No one just a friend." Vince answered quickly. "Okay bye." He said leaving before she could put tow and two together, no one in his family liked Bryan they didn't know anything but they knew something wasn't right between the two of them. Bryan walked to the van sliding into the passenger seat. "Thanks for getting me." he said finally a real smile showing on his face.

”Sounds great.” Jordan said, forcing enthusiasm into his voice. “I’ll be there around…say…seven thirty? I’ve got a few things to do first.”

~<3~

Bryan nodded, grinning over to Vince. After a moment, he reached over, touching Vince’s cheek. He turned away and began driving then, heading to his house. “Why’d you leave work early?” He asked after a moment, his thoughts far away. He wanted to make Jordan pay, for touching his property, and he wanted Vince like he used to be, nice and obedient. And he had a way to make this possible. “You miss me?”

"Oh-okay." Alex said cheerfully. "I'll see you then...bye." He said hanging up the phone. He sat there for a moment in total shock before squealing like a girl. "Oh. My. God. I'm going out with Jordan Fayte!" He exclaimed then paused. Wait was this date? Oh who cared he got to hang out with Fayte what difference did it make?

***

Vince smiled when he felt Bryan's cheeks brush against his cheek." He bit the inside of his cheek and slouched happily in his seat. He turned to look at Bryan when the boy asked the question. "Because I...its nothing to worry about." he said with a shrug. He leaned over placing his head on the jock's shoulder. "Of course I missed you...God I miss you so much." He said his green eyes sliding closed as he relaxed.

Jordan sat in shock as well, before tossing his phone into the seat next to him. This was wrong. This felt horrible. But Vince was willing to forget him easily. Jordan wanted to forget him too. The male trudges out of the car, making his way to Vince’s house and ringing the doorbell. He couldn’t even manage to force a smile.

~<3~

“I missed you to. You love me?” It was something he asked Vince to tell him often, though he’d never responded. Bryan returned, looking over at Vince. “Was it Fayte? Vince…” The male was truly a wonderful actor, forcing pain into his voice. “Look, I didn’t want to bring it up right away, but listen, if we’re gonna be together again, I need to know what went on with you two…Talk to me, baby?”

Holly heard the doorbell ring and she ran to the door opening it with a big smile on her face. "Jordan!" She squealed pausing when she noticed the male wasn't smiling. "Wha? What happened?" She asked tilting her head. "Why do you look sad?"

***

"Of course I love you." Vince answered honestly. "I never stopped loving you." he sat up when Bryan asked about Fayte and he slid in his seat. Bryan was the only person Vince had ever truely opened up to and told him about what was going on. "I...yeah it was..." he answered giving a sigh looking out the window. "It was stupid, really it was. I don't know why I did it. It's just you were being such a jerk and it hurt and Jordan was there and he was so nice. I...I really did like him and he thinks I was using him and I guess I sorta was. I like him, but I loved you. And then I...I was weak. I knew it'd hurt him but I slept with him and things went terribly wrong." He said not wanting to elaborate on what went wrong. "Things just keep sorta going down hill from there. But it doesn't matter." He said squaring his shoulder. "I mean I've got you back, right? And he's going on to hang out with another guy and hopefully the two of them will hit it off and this will all be behind us."

”Hey.” Jordan greeted the girl, before shrugging. “It’s really hard to explain. Vince and I…well, I may not be hanging around as much. I’m sorry…” he attempted to change the subject, “Where are these dolls at?”

~<3~

Bryan’s face darkened, and he didn’t respond until he was in front of his house. He turned to Vince then, the anger apparent on his face. “You love me, but went and slept with Fayte? What the hell is wrong with you? Why the fuck would you do that to me?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You say you love me…Prove it.” He‘d had a suspicion, but, this was all a part of his act.

"what?" Holly said with a frown on her face. "Didn't you guys make up in the car?" She asked looking like she was about to cry. "I don't want you to leave." She said running and hugging the Jock her head resting on his stomach since she was only that tall. She sniffled and nodded. "Okay they're upstairs." She said pulling away and tugging the male up the stairs.

***

Vince pulled back a hurt expression on his face. "Bryan..." He said softly. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to!" He exclaimed. "It was a mistake! It wasn't suppose to happen. I told you, doesn't that count for anything?" He said ducking his head and looking at the floor. "I thought we were over this...I thought you weren't going to be mad at me, that you weren't going back to being an asshole. Don't tell me that you lied about that..." He said refusing to look at Bryan.

((OMG if he caught the mistake and wasn't suppose to happen line on a tape recorder and showed Jordan giggle giggle giggle oh the fun that would be))

”Ahh, Holly, it’s okay…” Jordan muttered, rubbing her head gently. “It’s really complicated. Your brother likes someone else, okay? And I dunno what else I can do to make him change his mind.” He followed her slowly, “What are we gonna play with the dolls?”

~<3~

”Of course I didn’t lie. And I wasn’t gonna be mad, but you fucked someone else, Vince! How would you feel if I went and fucked Fayte, huh? You love me so much, prove it.” Bryan paused, turning slightly to stare at Vince. “Hurt him. We are gonna tear him apart. We’re gonna play a joke on Fayte, got it?”

(...What? I didn't understand that at all!)

((Well we all know Bryan is an evil mastermind, so let's just say Bryan recorded the conversation in the car with vince and then gave it to Jordan tehehehe idk just an idea))

'well there's still me." The girl said with a pout. "Vince is just being a meanie head, he'll come around soon enough. Anyway you're way nicer and cooler then Bryan. Bryan's a poopie head and he's mean and scary." The girl's voice dropped and she glanced around to make sure no one was listening. 'Vince was suppose to be watching me but he invited Bryan over and put nemo on for me. When the movie was done I went to tell him, and I saw Bryan hit him!" she whispered. "Vince made me swear on Viola and Mr. Bobbles life not to tell mommy, but you're not mommy.' she plopped down in front of her toy box and opened the lid. "If you love someone you're not suppose to hurt them, right?" She asked pulling out a purple haired barbie doll and a bobble head. "This is Viola." She said holding out the barbie, "And this is Mr. Bobble. Which one would you like to be?"

~</3~ ((giggle giggle))

Vince's stomach tightened at the thought of Bryan and Jordan sleeping together. why did it matter so much? Him and Bryan weren't dating when it happened. 'not like you haven't slept with other girls before." he muttered darkly under his breath staring out the window. He turned to look at Bryan with wide eyes when he suggested playing a joke on Jordan. "You can't be serious!" Vince exclaimed. "I've hurt him enough. i don't want to hurt him anymore." he said expecting Bryan to understand.

Jordan winced as the girl talked, “I…don’t think he will. And I would come to see you a lot more, but I don’t think he would like it, Holly, and I’ve already made him angry enough.” He fell silent as she continued. His voice grew more pained, and he shook his head. “No. You should never hurt someone you love. But, it’s really complicated. I don’t know how to explain it very well. I’m sorry.” He forced a grin on his face as she lifted out the dolls. “Pick your favorite, and I’ll be the other one, okay?”

~<3~(<-No broken)

(Sleeping together isn’t it at all, lol.)

“I thought you loved me.” Bryan stated quietly, before glancing at him. “Don’t you want to make this up to me? Don’t you know how much that hurts?” He sighed, before continuing. “I want you to go back out with him. Just for a few days. Play the perfect boyfriend. I’ll let you know what else to do, okay? Don’t you want me to trust you again? Don’t you want us to be the way we were, baby?”