"You aren't getting your car." Jordan replied, shoving his hands in his pockets and starting out of the school. "I don't want you anywhere near there." The words were almost growled out through clenched teeth. "I'll have your car waiting outside your Aunt's hair place, okay?"

As they moved out in the sunshine, Fayte glanced to the boy once more. Was there a way to describe how he felt with Vince? Jordan couldn't place it... "So...are you still wanting me to leave you alone, or what?" He finally questioned, licking his lips nervously.

Vince huffed following Jock boy out of the school. He knew the other was angry because of what Bryan had done, and he was only trying to protect Vince, but it annoyed him that someone was telling him no. "I'm going to get my car." Vince said crossing his arms, though he was sure that there was nothing left for him to get. "Either you drive me, or I'm going to walk over there." To be honest the thought of walking over there scared the shit out of him because by the time he got there, Bryan would be home and God knows if he'd be lurking around the area. But the smaller male was too stubborn, he needed to see the condition his car was in. His car was his transportation everywhere and without it he was fucked.

His temperament softened when Jordan asked the question with so much sincerity."Yes, no maybe, I don't know." He answered letting his hands fall to his side. "It's complicated." He said staring past Jock boy. Trying to find a way to explain the jumbled thoughts in his head.

Jordan frowned, though he didn't argue, instead nodding as he unlocked his car. He slipped inside quickly, waiting until Vince sat in the car to continue speaking. "Just...let me know when you decide, alright?" His green eyes stared intently at the windshield, refusing to look at the shorter boy.

"This is just." He started calmly, before his voice became a bit louder, anger showing through. "This is just fucked up, Vince. Is that what you want, for me to just hang around? Be some kind of toy to boost your ego or some shit? I like you, but I don't want you to just push me aside like this." His voice softened then, and he risked a glance to Vince. "I like you. A lot. Do you like me, or don't you? I keep getting mixed signals from you. I'm confused enough, with this."

Vince slid into the car when Jordan agreed to drive him over to get the car. He let out a sigh of relief glad Jock boy didn't leave him behind to walk over there. He closed the door behind him and after the two of them were alone in the car with no chance of anybody overhearing them them Jock boy finally said something to him. Vince glanced over but Jock boy was intently starting straight ahead and out the windshield. "Yeah I will..." he answered glancing out the passenger side window, his chin resting on the palm of his hand.

The smaller boy had thought that was the end of their conversation that he jumped at the angry tone that Jock boy had used. Jordan had no right to be pissed at Vince after all Vince was just doing all of this to save Jock boy's rep, wasn't he? "You're confused?" he asked bitterly. "How the fuck do you think I feel?" He asked getting angry. "You're not the first jock closet case I've dealt with and look how that turned out for me. Mind you you're nothing like him but that doesn't mean I'm not scared shitless." He said. "I'm pushing you away for you, don't you get it?" He asked. "You saw the way they reacted to you just walking next to me. Remember the party on Friday that was suspiciously not going on but I'm guessing now is. You think they're your friends but they're going to turn on you, and when they do you're gonna get pissed at me and take it out on me. I should know its happened more then once to me." he said with a bitter laugh. "I'm not ready to go through that shit again, sorry."

"Don't give me that. And yeah." His own voice held a touch of bitterness, "I realized that when they informed me 'plans changed' and invited me over. But, I don't think I care now. I've been thinking, all day. There is already so many rumors. I don't want them, not if they won't accept you."

He struggled with his words, "I told you. I like you. And, I wanna try and make something outta this. I don't know what exactly, but if that means the school thinks." He paused, hesitating, "Knows, that I'm gay, then fine. I don't want you to push me away." Fayte sighed again, letting his hands drop from the steering wheel. "I know you don't want anything from me, right now. But, don't push me away. I'm not Bryan, and I couldn't take anything out on you, Vince. What do I need to do? To show you? To make you believe me?"

"There's nothing you can do." Vince said slouching down in his seat, playing with his seat buckle. "It's a matter of trust, and honestly I'm not sure if I could ever trust someone again." he said pulling the belt back and forth that it ended up locking up pinning him to the seat giving him no room to move. He pulled it a few times trying to unlock it but gave up and just crossed his arms over his chest planning to fix it when they stopped. "Just right now this is a lot to take in." he said. He did like the Jock a lot but he wasn't sure if it was enough to go through so much pain and hurt again. "I'll give you my final answer tomorrow." He said, "okay?"

He tried to slouch down in his seat but the seat belt didn't permit it so instead he just stared out the window this time being the one who was ignoring the other. He didn't speak up again till they were close to the neighborhood that his car was in. "You need to turn left here." he said pointing to the next left turn not far ahead of them, "My car is there."

As Vince fell silent, Jordan glanced over to him. Rejection shot through him. Oh yes, Bryan was getting his ass kicked, whether or not Vincent wanted him to. The other male continued the silence, and since Fayte felt he'd already made a fool of himself and pushed the boy too far, he kept up the silence, turning when Vince told him so.

The boy's car was easy enough to spot, and Jordan pulled in front of it, searching for the words he wanted to say. After a moment, he glanced over again. "Take all the time you need. I'm sorry, I shouldn't push you into anything. I just...I never thought about any guys like I think of you, and then you keep pushing me away. I don't know how to act or what to say, so I get angry. At myself." He gave a bitter laugh, averting his gaze once more. "Rejection. Heheh. It hurts."

"It's not rejection." He said softly, what he wanted to do right now was hold the jock's hand but that would probably be mean and cruel after everything they had talked about. He wished things could work out perfectly, but perfect didn't exist, especially in his life.

The moment Vince saw his car his stomach dropped once again. The vehicle was too close to the ground the the tires he could see where flat and out of air and he could only guess why. "Well I'm fucked." He said one of the head lights were dangling and the other one was smashed in and he was sure that was only the beginning of the damage that his car had. When Jock boy's car stopped Vince opened the door to survey the car and take in an account of all the damage. Silver glittered underneath the horrible green blue paint job and he moved so he could see what had been keyed into the side of the car. The word F A G stretched across the driver's side. "You would think he would be a little more creative then that." he said out loud to no one his lips pressed in a tight line. Anger coursing through his small body drowning out any other emotion present. "That fucking douchebag!" He exploded wanting to kick something.

Jordan didn't respond to Vince's words, watching the male slip from the car. Yeah, right. It was becoming more clear to Jordan that the male didn't want him. What was he to Vince, though? It would drive him crazy. He finally took a closer look at Vincen't car, noting the work Bryan had done on it.

He walked around it slowly, frowning. "The car itself should run...I'll get it towed to my place and work on it, alright?" Jordan shoved his hands back in his pocket. "I'll drive you to your work and school and stuff, if you want me to." He fell silent, awkward now. "I...I'm not Bryan." He felt the need to remind Vince, "I don't expect anything in return, okay?"

Fayte fell silent again, finally nodding to his car and glancing at Vince. "You can punch me, if getting out some aggression is what you want." He paused again, unsure. "Or. Uh, do you need another hug?"

He slowly started to walk around the car taking in the damage, the car had a few more dents but nothing that bothered Vince since his car was already dented and rusted and looked like shit. The passenger window was broken smashed from the outside in, the tiny pieces of glass glinting off the floor and seat. The door had been manually unlocked and was left unlocked. He opened the door and opened the glove box and like he expected all of his good CD's were gone. "Of course he would take the CD's." He muttered to himself grabbing the rest of them he had nothing else of value in the car. He walked back to Jock boy. "You don't have to." He said talking about fixing up the car and driving him places, but he wasn't about to turn down the offer either. There was no way his mom was going to drive him places or let him take the other car so there wasn't much he could do without a chauffeur.

"I know." he said softly, "You're nothing like him at all..." His voice trailed off. He hugged the CD's closer to him trying to get rid of the dirty feeling he got when Bryan's name was mentioned. He gave a small laugh at Jock boy's offers. "I'm fine, its just a car no big deal." he said with a shrug walking back to the male's shiny silver sports car. Sliding onto his leather seats. If Bryan did that, he must've been super pissed and that made Vince nervous. He put the CD's on Jock boy's dashboard and tried to relax but all he saw was his car and Bryan's rage.

The boy remained quiet, averting his gaze as Vince spoke to him. It wasn't until he heard his car door shut behind the other boy he muttered, "I want to." He didn't have high hopes about Vince wishing to start any kind of relationship with Fayte, so it was very possible that this and in the halls, and that damn class would be the only times Jordan got to see Vince in the future.

Throwing a last glance at Vince's car, Jordan moved back to his car, unsure why he felt so numb. He climbed in, glancing to the shorter male. "What cds did he take?" He'd get them all back, when he went to Bryan's house after dropping Vincent off. "And what kinda ice cream you wanna get on the way?"

Vince looked at Jordan as he got into the car, he didn't like this. There was tension between them in the car and he knew he was the cause of it. "Just my CD case with the typical screamo and rock music. It's not that important, I have most of the CD's in my computer memory anyway." He said resting his head against his knees and staring out the window.

He shrugged when he was asked what kind of ice cream he'd like. After everything that had happened he didn't feel up to having the sugary sweetness but he didn't want to turn down another of Jock boy's offers. "Cookie dough." he answered biting down on his bottom lip and turning his head to study Jock boy's profile. Really Jordan was like no one else Vince had met before and dated. He had to make a decision by tonight and which ever decision he made he would have to stick by.

the male remained silent, just giving a curt nod. He could see Vince move from the corner of his eyes, and it was driving him crazy. He wanted to say something, anything to cut through this tension. But, he didn't know what.

Jordan sighed, running a hand through his hair once more. He glanced over, after pulling into Dairy Queen. The rush from school wasn't there just yet, since school was getting out in a few minutes. "Would...would you like to go in, or go in the drive thru? I don't know how much time you have before you gotta be at work..." Why the hell had he offered that, with so much tension between them?

'Cause Fayte was afraid. God damn, he'd never noticed Vince before that damn class and now he couldn't get him out of his mind. Jordan's green eyes sought the other boy's...Did Vince have any idea how addictive he was?

Vince wanted to look away he was very tempted to do so but instead he met Jock boy's gaze, a soft smile turning up the corner of his lips. "Well I still have another thirty minutes or so." He said even though to be honest he only had about ten to fifteen but it was worth being late for, and having his aunt bitch him out. "So we can go in...if you want that is." he said still feeling nervous that Jock boy would change his mind about hanging around Vince the moment his friends turned on him. And he knew Dairy Queen was a huge hangout after school for most teenagers so they were bound to run into someone they knew.

"Otherwise drive thru work." He rambled with a shrug. "Really whatever you want to do is fine by me." he said finally silencing himself chewing on his bottom lip nervously. Even though Jock boy said he would never turn on Vince or blame him, he still believed that he would eventually.

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Jordan evaluated Vincent quietly. He didn't seem like he actually wanted to, more like he was just trying to be nice...But Fayte wasn't going to pass up the offered oppurtunity. He nodded, and stepped out of the eclipse quickly, glancing to Vince.

Once again, Jordan was astonished at how nervous he was around Vince. Not nervous as in Vince made him nervous, nervous as in the jock really didn't want to screw things up. He ran a hand through his hair. He hated this. This awkward silence. The not knowing. Vince being so quiet. "Which cds?" He finally questioned, "Even if you have them on your computer, I could keep an eye open or something."

(It's just fine. I'm just glad you are replying! ^u^)

Vince pushed open the door of the car and slipped out closing the door softly behind him. He brushed the blue bangs to the side of his face and walked out looking over to Jock boy. The silence between them was deafening and it bothered him, he wanted to talk to the jock and go back to normal. He crossed his arms in front of him to stop himself from fidgeting.

He jumped at the sound of Jordan's voice not expecting the male to talk to him and especially not about something that didn't relate to the tension between them and the discussion they had before it got awkward. "Oh..." He said. "Um...well I know I had a Haste the Day, Bless The Fall, Escape the Fate, Three Days Grace, Pierce the Veil, Paramore, stuff like that." he said there were too many CD's in the case to name off from memory. He gave Jock boy a questioning look. "You're not thinking about doing anything are you?" He asked suspiciously. Jordan was being a little too persistent about the CDs.

"Of course not!" Jordan lied, staring straight ahead. "Hey. I uh, nevermind." It was killing him, to know if Vince had been with anyone else Fayte knew, but the boy didn't want to bring it up again. He shook his head and sighed, starting to trudge to the store.

He held to door open as he reached it. "But, I do know I'll be talking to Mrs. Lovette tomorrow morning."

Vince let out of sigh of relief when Jock boy said he wasn't planning anything. He didn't want Jordan getting in a fight with Bryan over some stupid CDs that he could probably borrow from some of his friends at school. He gave a groan when he he walked through the door that was opened for him and heard what Jock boy said. "Can't you just let it go?" He asked with a roll of his green eyes. It still bothered Vince about what happened earlier with the teacher, but he wasn't about to go up and talk to her about it or let her now.

He walked up to the front counter and uncrossed his arms placing his palms on the counter and leaning on them his eyes scanning the menu. He turned around to make sure that Jock boy had followed, he hadn't forgotten about their conversation and when they were sitting down he would continue.

"What can I get for you today." A bored voice said from the other end of the register.

"I'll just have the cookie dough blizzard." Vince ordered for himself looking at Jordan after.

(sorry it's so short...on a phone)

"Same..." Jordan muttered without bothering to look at the menu. He turned to Vince after sliding a few bills over the counter and Pocketing the change. "I won't bring you up...Just ask for some extra help, okay?" Just no more fighting, not on what could be their last day together

Soon the cups were set on the counter and Jordan grabbed them both, leading the way to a booth and slipping in.

((That's kk I'm at work XD i'm gonna be working all day till midnight sounds fun right :D))

"Oh...okay..." Vince said feeling like an ass he was so tense he kept snapping at the Jock without meaning too. He sighed chewing on the inside of his cheek. The two cups were set on the counter and he went to grab his own but instead Jock boy picked both of them. Vince slinked behind the taller male sliding into the both opposite of Jock boy. He grabbed one of the cups full of ice cream and cookie dough bites. Grabbing the spoon that was in the ice cream he spooned out a chunk of cookie dough and chewed on it.

"I'm sorry." Vince said softly playing with the spoon. He didn't elaborate on what he was sorry for, the word just hung there to apologize for everything. For the tension, the awkwardness, the snapping, for being unable to make up his mind, for making the jock think he was just playing wiht him.

(Ill trade u)

"Dont be. It takes two. I haven't been any better.". Jordan offered a shy smile to the other male. "So...just out of curosity, what would you do if I did confronted bryan.

((No my hours lol. Actually my first shift went by so fast we'll see how my second one goes. Hopefully just as fast. I love long shifts cause then you're not worrying about the time and it goes by so fast))

Vince smiled back feeling some of that tension slip away. He took another spoonful of ice cream happily before he grabbed a napkin. He set the napkin on the table and and started to pick out the chunks of cookie dough setting them on top of the napkin.

He froze when he heard the question, his face paling. "Um...well.." He said sputtering slowly starting to go back tot he job of separating cookie dough from ice cream. The first time when Vince told Jordan not to confront Bryan it was because he was afraid Jock boy would find out about his dirty little secret but he knew now.

"Just please don't." he said. There was nothing he could do if Jock boy decided to confront Bryan, but Vince was afraid of what would be the consequences of the confrontation. What if someone else found out about him and Bryan? What if Jock boy got hurt? What if Bryan started to spread rumors about Jock boy ruining his reputation since Vince's reputation was beyond fixable. What if Bryan decided to come after Vince for revenge since Vince wasn't physically able to protect himself and Jock boy wasn't going to be around forever.

"Why?" Jordan pressed, "Everyone knows you are gay, so that can't be it. I'll protect you if he tries to hurt you...Do you no-" Fayte left off, shaking his head gently, "Why won't you let me do that for you?"

His green gaze travelled down, watching the cookie dough chucks being placed on the napkin...Did Vince pick them out to eat them last? Jordan did that, though he just picked around the cookie dough. His own ice cream lay untouched. Fayte wasn't really hungry, had just selected this so it wasn't like Vince was eating alone.

"Do I what?" he asked wanting to know what Jock boy was going to say.

He looked down at his ice cream and started to swirl the spoon around to give himself something to do. "Because I don't need you fighting my battles." he said. "I was doing just fine before. I don't want to make it worse, I don't want to make him angrier you don't know what he's capable of doing, my car was the least of what he could do. And lets face it, you're not going to be around forever and he can hold a grudge like no one else I've ever seen." He said regretting the words right after but he couldn't take them back. Instead he just kept swirling the ice cream around refusing to look up at Jordan.

"Let me hurt him." Jordan replied, "Let me beat the shit outta him, for what he to you."

Vincent's words seem to anger Jordan further, and the male struggled to keephis voice calm. "I'd make it so he wouldn't dare!" He finally blurted out. "He deserves that, at least." Finally, he asked the question he'd been dying to know, almost whispering. "I didn't even know he was gay. He'd been my best friend for a while...Who else, Vince?"