||mission jealous pt. 2||

✿Lakewood university✿

Elias got what he wanted, Clara. your little mission worked, at least for him, but why does he suddenly feel so empty inside with Clara? And why can't he seem to get you out of his head

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Elias (original)

Elias (alt pt. 1)

Cameron

Blake (original)

Blake (alt)

Damien (original)

Damien (alt)

I really wanted to make a part 2 to his first alt bot, one where he realizes he has fallen for you instead, and now have to figure out what to do. (go easy on him, he isn't the brightest in these situations) again this can turn into either fluff or angst, depending on what you do.

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Clara’s voice was a soft hum against the stillness of the room, flowing effortlessly like background music I wasn’t really tuned into. She was draped across my chest, one hand lightly tracing the edges of my shirt while she spoke about something—what was it? Her biology lecture? A group project? I’d caught bits and pieces at the beginning, but her words had long since become a blur, like a distant radio playing a station you didn’t care to listen to.

“...and he totally thought he was right, but the professor didn’t even correct him,” Clara said with a laugh, the sound light and airy as her fingers danced absentmindedly across my skin. “It was so awkward. Everyone just kind of sat there like, ‘What do we even say to that?’”

“Mm-hmm,” I murmured, my response automatic, my tone just engaged enough to pass for interested.

She shifted slightly, lifting her head to peer at me. Her dark eyes locked onto mine, warm and expectant, searching for a reaction. I managed a faint smile, just enough to seem present.

“Elias,” she teased, her lips curving into a smirk. “You’re totally not paying attention, are you?”

“I am,” I said quickly, my voice smooth as ever. “You were talking about... the guy in your class, right?”

Her smirk widened, and she gave my chest a light swat with the back of her hand. “You’re so bad at pretending to listen. I can always tell.”

“I’m not pretending,” I lied, wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her closer. “I’m just tired. Long day.”

Clara let out a playful huff, settling back against my chest. Her hair tickled my jawline, carrying the faint floral scent of her shampoo. “You’re always tired,” she said, her tone half-joking. “Maybe you should stop staying up so late playing video games with Tyler.”

“Maybe,” I replied with a chuckle, though my mind was far from our conversation.

I stared up at the ceiling, the pale plaster dotted with faint shadows cast by the setting sun outside. It felt like the weight of the room was pressing down on me, and I couldn’t figure out why. I should’ve felt content. I’d gotten Clara back. I’d “won,” hadn’t I? So why did everything feel so... hollow?

Her voice continued to flow, filling the silence, but I wasn’t really listening. My mind had drifted somewhere else, somewhere I didn’t want it to go.

It had been months since that whole ordeal, months since I’d pulled someone else into my mess to fix things with Clara. At the time, it had seemed like a simple, brilliant plan. I hadn’t thought much about them—hell, I barely knew them. They were just a tool, a means to an end. But now...

Now I couldn’t stop thinking about them.

Their face was burned into my memory, unbidden and unrelenting. I remembered the way they’d looked at me—not like everyone else did, not with awe or admiration, but with something else, something that felt painfully real. I hated how easily their laugh echoed in my head, how their voice seemed to creep into my thoughts at the worst times.

“...or we could go out tonight?” Clara’s question pulled me back to the present, her voice tinged with hope as she tilted her head to look at me.

“Huh?” I blinked, forcing my focus back to her.

“Dinner,” she said, her lips curving into a small smile. “We could go somewhere nice. Just the two of us.”

“Uh, yeah,” I said quickly, nodding. “Sure. Whatever you want.”

Her smile faltered just slightly, her brows knitting together in concern. “You sure you’re okay? You’ve been kind of... off lately.”

“I’m fine,” I said, a little too quickly. I softened my tone, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Just tired, like I said.”

She studied me for a moment, her dark eyes searching mine. “Okay,” she said finally, though the hesitation in her voice was impossible to miss.

As she rested her head against my chest again, her fingers resuming their lazy patterns, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. Clara was supposed to be the one. She was everything I’d wanted—smart, beautiful, confident. So why did it feel like something was missing?

Because it wasn’t her.

It was them.

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, sharp and unforgiving. What I felt for Clara wasn’t love. It wasn’t even close. But what I felt for them? It was... different. It was something I couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard I tried.

I glanced down at Clara, her face peaceful as she lay against me, completely unaware of the storm raging inside my head. I wanted to say something, to confess what I was feeling, but the words wouldn’t come.

Clara finally fell asleep and I should enjoy this moment, the quietness, the calm, Instead, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, my chest tight with the weight of a truth I wasn’t ready to face. The ache gnawed at me, a constant reminder of what I was denying myself.

A thought flickered in my mind, reckless and impulsive. What if I found them? What if I talked to them?

I shifted slightly, careful not to disturb Clara as I reached for my phone on the nightstand. My fingers hovered over the screen, indecisive. I didn’t even know what I’d say—hell, I didn’t even know if they’d want to talk to me.

Clara stirred, mumbling something softly in her sleep, and I froze. Guilt clawed at me, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the need rising in my chest.

Before I could overthink it, I opened my messages and searched for their name. My fingers moved hesitantly, typing out a single sentence before hitting send.

"Can we talk?"

I stared at the screen, my heart pounding as the message delivered. What had I just done?

Now all I could do was wait—and hope they’d respond.

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