anonymous ? multi

|january 7 2020
northwestern high school
7:07 am|

"SHEYAA?" jordan practically screamed, causing the rest of the drowsy students to turn around briefly, perplexed by the scene he was making. "he's fucking SHEYAA???"

jordan was livid. he didn't understand why he even cared so much, after all, he had jahseh now, which was the only reason he even entertained symere in the first place, but after he had to stomach seeing the duo coupled up all over his timeline on every social media app, complete with them going live together and flirting and making sexual innuendos towards each other the entire time (which he logged onto a burner account to watch, since he didn't want symere to know he still lurked on his page.) he was filled with nothing put pure rage towards sheyaa, and the entire situation.

at least that explained why sheyaa was suddenly so quick to defend symere under the comments of the anonymous's tweets, and why he had suddenly developed a hatred towards jordan seemingly out of the blue, even going so far as to imply that he'd beat the newly-blonde teenager's ass over the boy. he had wondered why he inserted himself into a situation that had nothing to do with him, but now it all made sense.

and he hated it.

"i just cannot believe that he's fucking with sheyaa of all people," he continued to ramble on, a disinterested jahseh by his side as he did so "sheyaa? sheyaa? the same sheyaa that's built like a cockatoo in the face? the same sheyaa that be calling people faggots and gay but be fucking leland behind closed doors? make it make sense! not to be cocky but what a downgrade for real, never knew symere liked beastiality." 

"you've been talking about this for the past 20 minutes. i don't care," jahseh responded flatly, walking away from a bewildered jordan and going off to his locker.

jordan was hurt, but he understood, he didn't even realize he had been going off for as long as he has. as much as jahseh's words stung, he shrugged and continued to walk the halls, fuming over the thought of another man being with symere in the way that only he had been.

why did losing symere hurt him so much? after all, he never loved him to begin with, he was nothing but a decoy. an appetizer before the main course that was jahseh, if you will. but yet and still, seeing him walking through the halls, wearing sheyaa's varsity jacket and and seeming happier than he's been in a while did more than just make him angry. it crushed him. made his heart ache, and filled him with regret.

did he love jahseh? of course. jahseh was his soulmate in his mind, everything he could ever ask for in a man, the type of person he'd marry despite his past, and he was undoubtedly much more beautiful than symere. but more and more, he found himself wishing that he could have that old flame back.

but alas, the days of playboiuzi were long gone.

maybe one day he'd have forgiven him and be ready to take him back, but not as long as sheyaa was in the picture.

-

"y'all gotta help me get rid of jordan," jahseh pleaded to his friends, meeting them at his locker while they waited for the first bell of the day to ring.

stokeley's entire face perked up at jahseh's words, while michael and jarad shot each other a look of cluelessness. 

"huh?" michael raised an eyebrow, "but i thought you liked him? is it because he dyed his hair that dry ass blonde?"

jarad spoke next, "you broke up a whole relationship for the dick and you don't even want it anymore?"

"the dick is fine," jahseh clarified, "he's super good in bed, but he's so fucking annoying and clingy. fuck double texting, this nigga be octuple texting me in the span of like 5 minutes and he be getting mad if i don't text his ass back. and he gets jealous if i talk about other niggas, especially stoke for some reason. he acts like i'm supposed to be his boyfriend or sumn but i'm not and i told his ass from jump that we not together, but apparently he can't hear."