Casper both tensed and melted under the touch, very nearly leaning into Linden and only barely managing to stop himself. He shook his head at Lindens suggestion. "I'm never sending another rose," he replied. He was sick of roses. They were stupid and he hated them. He was surprised when Linden pulled out the notes he'd torn and offered them back to him.
Cas took them, hesitating. He tucked Lindens note back into his pocket with a quiet thanks, but stared a bit at Sebastian's still in his hand. His lip quivered, and he bit it. He shredded the note this time, crumbling the pieces in his hand and trying to throw it away from them. He drew his knees a little tighter to his chest, staring at nothing in particular.
He struggled to talk for a moment, but slowly managed to explain himself. He told Linden how he'd met Sebastian, about the summer they'd spent together and how hard Cas had fallen for the older boy. He explained how Sebastian had ignored him for the entire year after he'd transferred, how it had broken his heart. And he told Linden about Lysander. How they'd met through the combined club events, how they had gotten along so well.
Cas tangled his hands in his hair, struggling to talk but slowly piecing together the rest of it. How he'd started casually seeing Lysander, all the stolen kisses and the soft moments together, how in his confusion with Lysander's insistence that friends kissed that when Sebastian had tried coming back Cas had let Sebastian take on the same casual role Lysander had chosen.
Casper sighed, tugging at his hair in frustration. "The roses... I sent a red one to Sebastian, with some lame angsty poem, and I sent a pink one with no note to Lysander. But having to think it out, I just... Sebastian is never around, I can't- I can't trust him again. I... Before the deliveries, I went to talk to Lysander. I tried to choose him, I tried to ask him out, and we just- we got into this huge fight. He... he just rejected me. After everything, I wasn't enough, I wasn't... he didn't want to miss out on anything by being with me." Caspers voice broke.
He hugged his knees tightly to his chest, struggling to finish but determined to try. "The roses... you saw the note Sebastian sent me. But... Lysander didn't send me anything. Nothing. I was so tired, so worn out, I was already frustrated and hurt and upset, and when I got your rose, I felt so insanely guilty. I just- I knew I'd messed up, it was just- it was already so much." Cas sighed, laying his head in his arms. "I couldn't handle the fight, there was already so much, I'm just... I'm so tired," The tears tried to force their way forward again. He sniffled.
"Why is it always like this? Why am I like this?" He asked, sounding dejected. "My birth parents gave me up. I bounced around through foster homes and orphanages, they always gave me back. And when I was finally adopted, they kicked me out. I- I thought... I try so hard, but- no one ever wants me. Not you, or Lucas, or Seb or Lysander, no matter what I do, I'm not, I'm never-" Cas groaned, digging his palms against his eyes to try and stop the tears. "Why does no one ever want me?" He asked softly, his voice cracking.