John's Pov

I gasped as Alex and I made eye contact. I felt my eyes starting to tear up, as I turned to look at Thomas Jefferson. He was staring at Alexander, a satisfied smirk on his face. I blinked away tears, refusing to give Jefferson the satisfaction of seeing me cry.

I turned on my heel and took off running in the opposite direction, eager to put as much distance between them and myself as I possibly could.

I stopped only when I got to our dorm. I threw the door open and slammed it shut behind me.

I felt a tear slip down my cheek seconds before I collapsed, my back against the door as I sobbed. That was when I realised it probably wasn't very smart to be sitting directly in front of the door.

So I moved to my shared bedroom with Alex, and crawled into bed. I felt the tears roll down my face and fall down onto the sheets.

I was so stupid to think someone like Alexander would love some loser like me.

Thomas Jefferson is one of the most popular people in this entire school. I mean, if I were Alex, and I had the choice between me or Jefferson, I think we all know who I'd pick.

It wasn't long before I heard the door slowly open. My eyes widened, and I started to get angry. If Alexander thinks that he can just waltz right on in here after the shit he pulled with Jefferson, he's very wrong.

But all of my anger faded away when instead, I heard Jeremy call out my name.

"John? Alex?"

"In here," I called back, trying not to sound like I've been crying for the past ten minutes.

It didn't take long before both Michael and Jeremy were standing in front of my bed, staring down at me, while I refused to look back up at them.

There was a moment of awkward silence. Then Michael quietly asked, "John, why are you crying?"

I ran a hand across my face before replying.

"I saw Alex kissing Thomas Jefferson," I whispered, still not looking at them.

Jeremy gasped in shock.

"B-but, Alex didn't seem like the type of guy to cheat," he stammered.

I nodded.

"That was what I thought too, but here we are," I muttered under my breath.

I looked up to see them both exchange a look. Michael rubbed the back of his neck nervously.

"Have you ever seen them together before? He asked me.

I thought for a moment.

"Alexander loathes Thomas, they've been at each other's throats for years," I told them.

Jeremy nodded and seemed to be deep in thought.

"I think maybe we should talk to Alex and see what he has to say. Maybe it's not what we think," he said hopefully.

"Might as well," I sighed. Then I glanced back up at them again. "As long as you guys do it," I added.

Michael gave me a small smile, and patted me on the shoulder, before him and Jeremy walked out of the room, going to confront Alex.