" Do you like wanna tell me what the fuck .. " he'd gesture his hands all over "all of THAT was about??" he finished while placing his hand onto his red cheek. What the hell is his problem, it wasn't THAT deep. It was shitty of me but I gotta do what I gotta do, right? It doesn't matter anyways. He shouldn't matter this much to ME anyways. But he does. And I hate. " Get to talkin fuck-face "

Rome opened and then vlosed his mouth. Why do I care? The thought echoed across his mind. Rome clutched his fist as he watched Sky stomp out his spliff. He's walking away dipshit, what now? Rome looked at Sky walking off before dropping his backpack off of his shoulders. " I don't know !.. Okay? I don't understand why I care about you and the stupid shit you do. I shouldn't care at all." he cried out. His voice wavered between confusion and heart ache. Rome still hasn't become comfortable with his feelings let alone telling Sky about them.

" I really don't know I- I-.. Or... I don't know mannn, it's all a huge fucking blur at this point "

Skys words hit Rome with what felt like a knife. He shuddered a bit before nodding. I do like it. Not it, him. Every part of him. But why and what does that make me? Rome watched Skylar leave him, and his thoughts. After a few more seconds of watching him walk, Rome turned around and went back to class.

Rome continued on with his day. The usual conversations with randoms and a few of his friends. It all felt a bit empty when he truly began thinking about it. He does all of this for what? A rep? Rome sighed and scratched the back of his head. He began making his way towards Music class. Maybe he could take some time to think this period, his friends wouldn't be there anyways. He left, but hopefully I can see him again. Rome didn't plan on speaking to Sky again that day anyways. When he entered the room he did a quick scan followed by greeting his teacher. And there he was. Skylar..

Rome stole a look at Skylar before taking his seat, which was next to him. Rome sighed placing his bookbag down and taking out his favorite pen. He couldn't help but peak at Sky during the period. He's on his phone, I wonder who he's talking to..not my business though, he thought before turning his head to his pen and paper. He shook his leg a bit and fiddled with his chain as he drowned deeper and deeper into his thoughts. " What does this make me? What would people think? Is this right? " were the questions dashing through his head at rapid speeds.