Chapter Thirty-Nine -- No Escape
Avoiding Maddox was easy, as everyone was caught in the flurry of nervous excitement caused by finals. Jonathan had a feeling that Maddox was giving him space, which he very much appreciated. They exchanged a few polite words when they happened to meet around campus, but there was a tacit understanding between them that they had to let the exams pass so that they could talk about themselves and their relationship. That only made Jonathan fall even more madly in love with Maddox, as it proved he had a big heart and also understood where they were.
Of course, Maddox was wrong, and Jonathan couldn't let him know the real reason why he wasn't running to him, crazy enough to kiss him in front of the entire school once more, and swear to him that he would never lie again, not even by omission. The letter he had written to Maddox during his weekend away had suffered a few amendments based on that decision, and Jonathan could only hope that it would make things easier once everything blew over.
He held absolutely no hopes that Xpress would honor the deal of not releasing the video. Whoever was behind that awful publication was only giving him the necessary breather to run away before the storm arrived. Jonathan wasn't sure if he was grateful for that.
"Do you think it's worth working yourself to the bone just so that you ace them all?"
The question took him by surprise, and not only that, the person uttering the words, most of all.
"Connor," he said stiffly and adjusted the shoulder strap of his bag. He was moving between buildings and wouldn't say that he wished for any kind of company, let alone Connor's company. "I'd appreciate it if you didn't talk to me at all."
Connor seemed genuinely surprised by his blunt rejection. He frowned and began walking by his side, even if uninvited. "No offense, Jonathan, but you look like shit. There are such things as breaks, you know? The reason why I stopped to talk to you is because we exchanged some words the last time--"
Jonathan felt his fingers tremble. "Don't worry about a thing, Connor. I meant those words, and I have no intention of taking them back. So, if you think I'm going to apologize, think again."
"You're very difficult to talk to these days. Rumor has it that Maddox wants to get back with you. Your academic performance is above anyone else's, and it looks like everyone is on your side. That incident with Rusty is already water under the bridge. So, what's eating you?"
Jonathan couldn't believe the guy's audacity to taunt him like that. He grabbed Connor by the front of his shirt, making the guy yelp. Then, he stared him in the face. "Funny that you're the person asking me that," he said through his teeth.
Connor's frown deepened and he put his hands on Jonathan's wrists, struggling to get away from him. "You're acting really strange. I'm just worried a bit about you, is all."
"Worried?" Jonathan now trembled from head to toes, and it took him everything he had not to shake Connor and make him repent for every lie he had published in Xpress probably since the moment he had set foot on Sunny Hill grounds. "You, worried about me?"
Connor was leaning back now, in poorly concealed fear. He looked like he was afraid that he would get a punch in the face. Jonathan hadn't thought him to be such a coward. He pushed him away in disgust. "Don't worry, Connor. Your blackmail holds."
"What? What blackmail?" Connor's confused question followed him as he walked away.
The nerve of the guy. There was no point in confronting him over the video; he would deny everything like last time, and he seemed to be quite the actor. And as much as he wanted to give Connor a piece of his mind, it would only make the situation worse. At least as things allegedly stood now, he was supposed to have until the end of the week to make a run for it.
Tic-toc, tic-toc, Hamilton. Keep that pretty head low. We have such itchy fingers, you know? Gosh, such a tasty piece of gossip, and we just decided to be magnanimous. Is our speech fine enough for the likes of you? Play nice, and we'll play nice, too.
Jonathan gritted his teeth. A part of him wanted to smash the phone against the sidewalk, just so that he could breathe. He looked over his shoulder to see if Connor really had the nerve to send him a message so quickly after their encounter. Connor was nowhere in sight, and Jonathan tried to call the unknown number again, in hope that his tormentor would be stupid enough to pick up.
No such luck, of course.
***
"Why aren't you and Jonathan back together?" Rusty asked.
Dex and Kane stopped for a moment to raise their heads, but then, they pretended to continue studying, although Maddox could swear that their ears were perked up and ready to receive an explanation.
"It's finals week, duh," Maddox pointed out. "Jonathan told me that we would talk later, so I'm giving him space."
Rusty pursed his lips and twiddled his thumbs, as he slouched on the sofa, his hands linked over his stomach. "That's way too much space," he eventually said.
"Yeah," Dex seconded.
"Ditto," Kane added.
Maddox groaned. "C'mon, guys, he's not going to take a break from studying right now just so that we can get back together. I can wait. And I need to show him that I can wait."
"Something's fishy," Rusty declared. "Last week, Jonathan was about to fall on his knees and beg you to get back together."
"Yeah, but well, I waited too long to apologize," Maddox said and pulled at his collar. "All right, I was an ass. It's normal that he's a little upset with me. And we have finals! Maybe we all mooch on our families for money, but he has to keep that scholarship. It's not an option for him." He hoped his exasperation sounded genuine enough. He was only a little short of plucking daisies and playing 'he loves me, he loves me not'.
"Nope, nope, nope," Rusty said and shook his head vigorously. "Jonathan's got it bad for you since day one, and it's not like him to change his mind."
"You sure?" Maddox asked and rolled his eyes.
"I made him say out loud that he's in love with you," Rusty said promptly. "That's not a guy who goes back on his words a week or so into the future."
"Wait, wait, wait," Kane intervened, "let's roll back a little. When did you force Jonathan to admit his feelings for Maddox, Rusty?"
Rusty lolled his head to one side and then threw Kane a funny stare.
"It had to have been during the 'incident'," Dex hopped on board with an explanation while hooking his fingers in the air as he said the last word.
"That must have been what gave Jonathan the courage to write that note," Kane said brightly.
"What note?" Dex asked.
"What did it say in the note?" Rusty asked.
His friends had different pieces of information about where his love life stood. He groaned loudly again. "Jonathan left a note in a book in my room, telling me he loved me, and that's all," he said quickly. "Is everyone now up to speed? What's next? Should we start braiding each other's hair?"
Dex snorted, Kane rolled his eyes, but Rusty ran his hands through his tousled strands. "Do you think I'd look good in braids?"
"No," Maddox said with a scowl. "You'd look like an idiot."