Through the Screen

Chapter 70

"chris! what the hell are you doing here, i've been searching for you everywhere," abel 's voice is loud

and accusing, his words slurred together as he furrows his eyebrows at chris who is sitting outside the

conference hall, completely unaffected by the harsh weather.

"chris? what's wrong, why are you sitting here? let's go back inside," abel leans down and grips chris'

arm, his fingers curling around his bicep as he attempts to pick his friend off the ground, but chris has

absolutely no will to get off his spot, and so he shakes off abel 's grip and invites him to sit down next to

him.

"sit down, i need to talk to you," chris says, his voice small, and abel can instantly feel the alcohol in his

system being replaced by worry at chris' demeanour, and he quickly settles down next to him, their

arms pressed together and their knees touching.

"what's up?" abel 's hand reaches forward to grip chris', in order to comfort him and bring at least some

sort of emotion on his bland face, and chris' simply purses his lips and breathes out loud.

"noah is cheating on you," he says, the words sounding ridiculous as they fall off his tongue and more

so when abel shifts back from him, his hand leaving chris' as he wears a confused expression on his

face.

"what?" the way abel says the word takes everything in chris to not comfort him. it is laced with so

much emotion, so much confusion and just plain hurt, and he watches silently as the colour drains from

abel 's previously pink cheeks.

"he, i, i'm sorry abel," chris sighs and abel just shakes his head, pushing away chris' hand violently

when it tries to grip his in a comforting gesture.

"how do you know? what the hell are you talking about? noah can never do that, you're lying," abel

rambles, his thoughts meddling together and clinking so loudly in his brain that it causes an unfamiliar

ache to arise within his head, moisture rising to the brim of his eyes as he thinks about what chris said.

this can't be true. noah cannot cheat on him.

"i wish i was lying," chris bites his lip, running his hand through the front of his hair to push them back

off his forehead. "he's sleeping with one of my friends, you know pj don't you?" NôvelDrama.Org owns this.

"no, no no no, chris please tell me you're lying this can't be—how," abel is shaking now, tears falling

rapidly down his cheeks and washing away any remainders of happiness that the success of the rotary

event brought, all his attention, all his mind, all his heart focused on one single thought.

noah is cheating on me.

the thought had never ever made an appearance in abel 's head since the time when noah left him at

an unfamiliar hotel, but today the pain was greater than that. that time abel was questioning it, it could

be just a possibility, but today, abel knows it's true, and the thought of another person touching noah,

noah himself touching another person, it was just too much to handle.

"abel, babe, please don't cry, i'm so sorry," chris mumbles hopelessly, his heart almost as broken as

abel as he shifts towards the brunette boy, wrapping his arm around abel 's shoulder and pulling him to

his chest, abel burying his face in chris' white shirt and staining the fabric with wet patches.

"how can he do this? i love him, i love him so much and he just, i don't know what to do chris," abel 's

voice is cracking with each and every word, and after a few seconds he pulls away from chris, resting

his back against the cold tiled wall and heaving out a sigh.

"you know what?" abel regains himself slightly, trying to collect his composure and focusing his

attention on his tongue so he doesn't end up choking on the words. "if he can do it, i can do it too,"

"abel what are you sayi—" and before chris could finish, abel was grabbing the back of his neck and

pressing their lips together in a heated kiss.