Jock Next Bed (BL)
Chapter 130: Déjà vu moment.

Chapter 130: Déjà vu moment.

Days had passed.

Sky had disappeared.

Not in the literal sense—Chris knew he was alive. Somewhere. But he wasn’t here, wasn’t alive in the same space as Chris, and that made all the difference.

Even the university’s official banner had changed. The one Chris had first seen of Sky, assuming he was a model, welcoming everyone to campus. Now, it featured the female version of Sky—his twin, wishing everyone good luck on their coming exams. The change felt deliberate, like the world was trying to erase every trace of Sky from Chris’s life.

Chris hadn’t tried to find him. For once, he gave the guy space. Sky needed time, and Chris knew it. Time to accept what he’d done.

That he’d kissed Chris.

That he’d kissed Chris while he had a fiancée.

And worse, that he’d kissed Chris before he’d ever kissed his fiancée.

But patience had its limits. Chris had already decided—if Sky didn’t show up within two weeks, he was going to track him down, no matter where he was hiding.

He would stalk the hell out of him.

He didn’t have to wait that long.

It happened today.

Chris was at the cafeteria, sitting with Rachel and Gary. Those two were bonding surprisingly well, which was a mystery in itself, but Chris wasn’t focused on them. Not really.

The sound of the student council entering the room snapped him out of his thoughts.

Déjà vu.

It reminded him of the time they had entered when he hadn’t been ’close’ to Sky and how Sky thought he was a dramatic narcissist.

This time, however, Chris froze, his fork suspended mid-air. His heart stopped first, then kicked into a wild, erratic rhythm as his gaze fell on Sky.

Sky stood among the group, tall and poised as ever. He wasn’t in his casual clothing; rather, he wore semi-casual attire: a dark blue button-down shirt that clung just enough to hint at his frame, gray tailored pants that hung perfectly, and polished shoes. His hair—his beautiful hair—was loose, cascading down his neck in a way that looked almost too deliberate, as if he’d taken the time to groom it. Chris could tell he had trimmed it.

There was something else.

The piercings were back. The subtle glint of metal in his ears and nose caught the light, giving him an edge that made Chris’s stomach tighten.

Holy fuck.

Sky looked... good. Too good.

Chris couldn’t help but stare, the room blurring around the edges as if Sky was the only thing in focus. Relief washed over him in waves. He was okay. At least he didn’t die somewhere. Or decided to drop out of school.

But then the relief twisted into something else. Why hadn’t Sky reached out? Not even a text. Nothing.

Around him, the cafeteria buzzed with low murmurs, people whispering about Sky as usual, marveling at how impossibly cool he looked.

He couldn’t blame them for drooling over him.

He just couldn’t.

Sky stepped forward, megaphone in hand, and the entire room fell silent. It was the kind of quiet that felt oppressive, like the air had been sucked out.

If Sky was the angel of death, he was the kind that would make you want to die beautifully.

Chris’s breath hitched as he willed their eyes to meet. Just one glance, one acknowledgment, anything.

But it didn’t happen.

Sky didn’t look at him. Not even once.

And for some reason, that hurt more than Chris cared to admit.

Sky began to speak, his voice smooth and captivating.

"Hello! Sorry to disturb your lunch," he began, his tone effortlessly commanding the room’s attention. "I hope you’re all preparing well for your exams. It might be a bit hectic for new students, but be sure to ask your seniors—"

"Can we ask you?" a bold girl interrupted, her voice cutting through the silence.

She was flirting with him.

Sky paused, his expression unreadable before a small smile curved his lips. "I’m not sure what you’re studying, but I wouldn’t mind helping. If you pass, I’ll be happy."

The angelic way he said it, paired with that disarming smile, sent the girl grinning like an idiot. Around her, however, Chris wasn’t the only one throwing daggers at her with his eyes.

Sky continued, seemingly unfazed by the room’s simmering jealousy.

"That aside, I’d like to remind you all—again—that the gym is reserved solely for athletes and those with medical clearance to work on their BMI." He sighed dramatically, a flicker of exasperation softening his features. "I know it’s unfair to the rest of you, but... there’s really nothing we can do. And honestly, it makes me sad whenever I have to bring this up because some of you keep sneaking in."

Chris couldn’t help but smirk. There it was—that charming, theatrical side of Sky.

How did Chris ever forget this side of him? But for some reason, it didn’t bother him. Not today. He seemed to have fallen prey to his charms. Rachel had been correct when she told him he would fall for it.

Because all his brain could replay was that night. The flipping, the aggression, the domination, their bodies pressed together, the heat of Sky’s kiss.

Now, as he sat there watching Sky look that good—dark blue button-down hugging his frame, hair cascading like silk—Chris’s thoughts spiraled into dangerous territory. Would it make him a complete pervert to admit he wanted to rip those clothes off and see what Sky was hiding underneath?

"Are you okay?" Gary’s voice cut through his spiraling thoughts, making him sit up at once.

Chris realized he was sweating. "Yeah, I’m fine," he replied quickly, trying not to sound defensive.

But then he caught Rachel’s gaze. She was watching him too intently, as though she could see right through him.

Sky wrapped up his speech with a casual, "I’ll see you all around," flashing his perfect smile at a few students as another council member stepped in to finish.

Look at me.

Chris’s eyes burned into him, willing Sky to meet his gaze, even for a fleeting second.

But it didn’t happen. Sky walked away without so much as a glance in his direction.