Cookie leans into the window in his room, his hot breath leaving thin veils of droplets on the glass. He didn't know that things would end up this way. The entire week, he had went on ignoring Coldren, as the blue eyed boy ignored him back. If he were to see him in a hallway, Cookie would duck into a random classroom and sit down at one of the desks, and no one would be the wiser.
He knew one of them would cave in at some point, and he also knew that he should be the one to.
So as he sits alone in his cold room on a Thursday night, watching people walk their dogs in the rain, all he can think about is Coldren. From the way he smells, to the way he laughs, to the way he did that thing with his eyes when he wanted to sleep with Cookie.
He looks down at his phone longingly. What if he
