The Boys Who Cried Help (Koova & NovaHD)

9

After being told that his father put him in the junior military program, Jordan was sitting on a large rock in Central Park, building up steam and thinking of how to confront the elder. He hated not having the right to make his own decisions.

He does this every single time. I'm getting sick of being under his thumb.

Before getting deeper into his thoughts, the teenager next to him poked his arm and asked, "How the hell do you draw that branch over there Jordan?"

Jordan looked up at the large tree across the body of water that Aleks was pointing at. As much as he squinted his eyes to have more a focus, he still couldn't tell which of the bunch of unique branches was the one.

"Aleks, I don't know which one you're talking about."

"The one that is on the very top left corner. Next to the one that looks like a bony hand."

"I still don't know which one Aleks."

The two, conversing teenagers heard a few snickers behind them. Jordan smiled after recognizing a laugh that he couldn't get enough of. Looking behind himself, he saw the blond and brunette teens holding their stomachs. Once he noticed what was going on, Jordan happily laughed along with the two as he watched Aleks get red.

"You guys are fucking assholes."

James looked at Aleks with wide eyes and said, "You literally spent ten minutes giving Jordan directions to a branch that you already drew!"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Look at where your fucking hand is at Aleks!"

Jordan slightly jumped at James' tone. He never actually heard James speak angrily, but it was amusing enough when it was directed towards his awkward acquaintance.

"Oh, what the fuck," Aleks says silently, while looking down at his sketch. James and Seamus snickered as the pale teenager looked back and forth from his paper to the tree. Jordan noticed how Seamus had laid his head on James' shoulder. He didn't know what the sudden feeling of anger came from. He just watched the two catched their breaths and James not being bothered at all, unlike himself.

I don't understand what is making me feel angry all of a sudden.

Jordan decided to look around him while Aleks stared at his paper intensely. He purposely took a glance at the two others who had a quiet conversation, still staying in their positions.

"Why the hell did you idiots not tell me that before?"

Seamus sat up and replied, "We just decided to see how long it would take you. At least it wasn't like last time."

"Alright you can shut up now. I don't want to remember my failures."

"You should have known better Aleksandr. With us around, that's never going to happen," James says while placing his hand on the pale boy's shoulder, shaking it lightly until it was slapped off.

"Well then fuck me I guess. I can never have a break from you guys."

"Oh, you do Aleks. It's everytime we try avoiding you, but since you want to be up our asses all the damn time, what're we going to do?"

"Fuck off."

"You should try that yourself- Are you done now? The hobos are going to start taking over this spot if we don't leave soon."

Seamus and James immediately got up and gathered their things. Jordan didn't know what to do until he saw James give a signal to follow. It was until the three quickly walked a small distance away when Aleks noticed.