He did unwind his right arm to twist it over his own chest and press his hand over the exposed nape of Darren’s neck, holding him into this tangled embrace, pressing his cheek down hard onto his dried hair, trying to cling to him without untangling them enough to do it properly.
He tried, however pathetically, to comfort. 27
On Friday afternoon, Jayden ducked out of the classroom as quickly as possible after the bell rang, skipping his usual locker visit and long circuit round to avoid the smokers. He hadn’t seen Darren all week—he’d skipped Tuesday and Thursday at The Brightside, and had ignored all of Jayden’s messages. It had been lonely, trying, and kind of scary.
But this afternoon he had replied to Jayden’s invite to come over after school with a simplek c u l8a xxxso maybe the dark spell was over? In any case, Jayden wanted more than anything to just hug him, even if—especially if—he was still…off.