“Just keep reading,” Trent told him as Jeff started to protest. Trent watched Jeff closely as he read the texts, smiling as he saw the reaction that hew was expecting. Trent lounged on his own bed, pulling out his laptop and letting it start up as he gave Jeff a minute to process everything.
“He likes you Jeff, he’s just scared. Seriously. If one of you two don’t make the first move then I am locking you two in a room with a bed and not letting you out until you two are together,” Trent told him honestly and sternly. He would stop at nothing to make sure that his friends go together. He knew they deserved to be together, and the fact that they were both so stubborn made him even more determined to get them together.
Jeff felt like all of the blood had drained out of his face, and his heart was thudding hard against his chest. He shouldn’t be reading this, it wasn’t right. Nick had told Trent this, though Trent was meddling, in some kind of confidence. The same way, apparently, Jeff had told Trent that he liked Nick - though he didn’t remember saying anything.
He put Trent’s phone down on the desk carefully, tugging his knees up to his chest, and resting his chin on top of them. He wrapped his arms around them, thoughts swimming through his head. Despite the fact that Trent hadn’t kept this information to himself, on either count, Jeff wasn’t sure what to think. He was now armed with the knowledge that Nick liked him back, he was just to scared to mess up their friendship. Admittedly, Jeff had that fear too - somewhere deep down, beyond the feelings of ‘never going to happen, Sterling.’
"Idiot," he mumbled, hiding his face in his knees. "Such an idiot. Why didn’t he- he should’ve said something."
Trent let out a small laugh and shook his head. “I’m sorry sweetie you caught me. I’m breaking up with you, for Matt. I know, so sudden, but I hope we can still be friends,” Trent teased with a grin. “No but seriously. We need to talk to abou you and Mr. Duval. And the lack of relationship.” Trent put up a hand to stop Jeff from whatever protest he was sure to say.
“Let me show you something first and then you may argue, protest, and talk about cats. If you still think that he doesn’t like you I will personally help you find the cutest kitten to start your cat collection,” Trent told him as he took of his warbler jacket and tie, trying to get more comfortable.
Quickly he grabbed clothes to change into and went into the bathroom to change. He came out a few moments later in a pair of jeans and a simple t-shirt, glad to finally be out of his uniform. “Mkay, so I was talking to our dear stubborn friend and he said a few things that I thought you would be interested in.” Trent pulled out his iphone and found the conversation he had with Nick the other night and handed it to Jeff. “Read those please and thank you.”
"Maybe I’ll refuse to sign the divorce papers out of spite. Trading me in for a younger model. My heart is breaking." Jeff was ready to jump back in with some more light natured teasing, but then Trent had interrupted him and forged onwards. He’d even put up a hand to stop him from saying anything, which made Jeff pout and cross his arms. He huffed as he listened to him, and rolled his eyes. There was nothing Trent could possibly show him that could change Jeff’s mind.
He was left to his thoughts as Trent slipped into the bathroom to change. He wasn’t sure what was coming next, but it was making him feel nervous. More nervous than he had been when Trent had removed his headphones. He swallowed thickly, closing his textbook and waiting for him to return.
When he came back (and damn, Jeff still hadn’t changed out of his own uniform yet) he offered his phone to Jeff, and he found that his hands were shaking a little when he took it from him. He ignored the way his voice was trembling when he spoke, and he glanced down at the screen. “Seriously, I don’t know what’s so-“
I can’t lose him. He’s too important.
He felt like all of the air had been punched out of him. “What… I don’t-“
Trent made his way back to his and Jeff’s room after hanging out with Matt some after warblers practice. He had been unbelievably happy since he and Matt got together, something he never thought would happen. Now if only Nick and Jeff could pull their heads out of their asses all would be good. It frustrated Trent beyond belief that Nick didn’t see that Jeff was so madly in love with him, everyone saw it but Nick. He would never understand how the brunette could be so blind.
Trent smiled a little as he walked into his room, not surprised to see Jeff as he was, it wasn’t unusual to find him studying, it seemed like he did that all the time, especially after his freakout the other night. Yet another way to prove that Jeff was in love with Nick, the fact that he would only listen to Nick during that time.
WIth a grin Trent pulled Jeff’s headphones out of his head and sat on his bed. “We need to talk,” Trent told him with the full intention of meddling in Nick and Jeff’s relationship. Those two drove him cray cray and he was going to stop at nothing until they were together.
Jeff put his pen down, and turned in the chair to look at Trent. His stomach was twisting nervously, and his heart racing a little. Instead of letting his nervousness show on his face, he just smiled, pushing away those feelings. He knew exactly what Trent wanted to talk about, and it wasn’t exactly something Jeff wanted to. He’d had enough of the prodding and poking and coaxing. There was only so much heartache he could take.
He knew how this whole thing was going to pan out. It was how it always did. Nick would never, ever have feelings for him - like anyone ever could - and he was going to find someone. Some beautiful, smart, amazing Crawford girl. They were going to fall in love, and be sickeningly adorable, and get married. And Jeff was going to watch, because clearly he’s a masochist, and give him advice and support.
And then he was going to get his damn cats.
"Uh-oh. Are you going to break up with me, darling?" He said, giving Trent his best sad puppy face. It was probably best to keep this as non-serious as possible, and deflect Trent. He wondered how long he could keep the subject off of him and Nick.
Jeff tapped his pen on his notebook, following the beat of the song playing in his ears, as he worked through the next problem on his AP calculus homework. He’d gone straight back to his room after Warbler practice, wanting to get his assignments out of the way, so he’d have a blissfully free weekend - or mostly free. With the Avengers being released, and his plans to see it with Nick at midnight, he didn’t want anything to get in the way of that. No doubt he’d be sleeping it off, as much as he could, the next day. Even if he had a classes to go to. He could be a zombie. A post Avengers watching zombie. That was an acceptable thing to be.
"I’m on the floor, floor. I love to dance. So give me more, more. ‘Til I can’t stand," he sang, bopping his head a bit, and scribbling the answer he’d worked out onto the paper. He bit down on his lip, working through it once more, just to make sure he’d done it perfectly. It helped a little too, being able to distract himself with his work. Especially with the way most of his conversations had been going the last few days.
There was only so much his emotions could take.