Kaleidoscope

iv

Boris wasn't okay. I was sure of it. He showed up to class looking more tired then usual, and even I was surprised that was possible. His hair was messier and his outfits were thrown on in a hurry, considering how messy they looked. Class seemed to go by slower, considering, perhaps, that I wanted it go speed by?

As soon as it came to a close, I fumbled with my books and sped up to him. Boris looked up from his desk, dark purplish-pink bags in ovals under his eyes I often found myself lost in. "Boris, we need to talk."

And so we did, under the bleachers. I sat on one of the old tires below them. Boris on the other, crutches leaning against one of the silver poles of the bleachers. He was chugging vodka, which made me cringe painfully. He lowered it from his mouth and looked at me.

"What?"

"Are you okay?"

"Am fine, Potter." Boris shrugged it off, he also made his iconic hand gestures.

"Is this because of your break-up?" I asked, voice overflowing with concern, tears ready to spill out.

"Break-up? With Kotku?" He narrowed his eyes. "You have been spying?"

I sighed, averting my gaze.

"Second time you have been spying." Boris scoffed, his elbow leaning on my shoulder. "Red flag, yes?"

Glaring at him, I cleared my throat. "Answer my question, Boris."

"No. Well, yes." Boris shrugged, "But because of the night too, Potter."

His gaze rested on me as Potter left his lips that I had kissed not so long ago. I shuddered. "Boris, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."

Boris let out a shaky, tremoring sigh. "Fuck it."

"What?"

He leaned forward quickly, dropping the vodka and cupping my face with both hands. His lips clashed against mine with such fierce and longing I was wondering...

just how long had he wanted this for?