Outcast

Prom Night: Chapter 2: Beautiful Little Talks

Keith grit his teeth tightly in frustration. Knuckles white as his grip on the steering wheel was murderous. He was surprised the hard leather didn't twist or bend to his will at how much anger flowed through his hold. He was lucky that he parked the car already. It took everything in his power to keep from turning around and heading home. Not before giving a call over to his Ex to argue with her. Darnell was somewhat innocent, and out of the range of his fury for now. Although, he was not completely out of the woods yet, as it was his fault that he didn't spill the news beforehand. Irritated emeralds locked onto the middle of his steering wheel, keeping himself quiet as his best friend of a decade finished his explanation that he promised.

"And that's why Cherry is at his house." The tallest male in the vehicle finished softly. He could feel the tension in the car escalate quickly as he gave his excuses for the reason why his Ex was over at the orange freak's house. Even though the dark-haired boy was taller and stronger than Keith, it still didn't ease the sudden bout of fear that bled through his body. He had seen the blue boy angry before. Enraged even. That was nothing to this kind of silent wrath. He would have preferred the aqua-haired boy to say something back. Anything would do. He was good with arguments as he normally was very quick-witted and fast to a comeback. He was never good at the silent but deadly types. This was not normal for their blue boy at all.

"Look, Dude, she just wanted to-"

Darnell paused in his rambling as Keith held out his hand in a stopping manner, gaze still locked on his horn. "I don't want to hear it anymore..." He mumbled lowly, still trying to calm himself down from yelling at his best friend unprovoked. With a growling sigh, the blue boy had to resist running a hand through his lightly stiffened cyan locks, instead re-gripping the wheel. He didn't want to ruin his hairdo. Worst off, he didn't want to pick up his precious ginger while he was completely pissed-off. He doesn't think that Pico has ever seen him angry before. He didn't want to scare him, as his timid nature may interpret that rage to be aimed at him. That is exactly what he did not want to portray in the slightest. Pico was innocent in all of this. The culprits were the main target of his frustration.

Managing to pry a hand away from his wheel, he rubbed his face to attempt to calm himself, letting out another jarring sigh that rolled into a low growl. As much anger as he felt right now, he couldn't help but feel the smallest hint of joy that sprung in his chest. He was infuriated at the thought that Cherry could be spilling his deepest secret to the man of his dreams. On the other hand, he understood why she was doing this. Both of his friends have expressed their growing concern about his hidden feelings towards the quieted ginger. It wasn't as if he didn't trust his Ex, but she had already threatened multiple times that she would say something. This might be a silent ultimatum coming from her.

Without saying another word, Keith reached over to unlatch the driver's door and step out, slamming it shut. The it was so profound that it shook the car slightly from the impact of the door. Darnell flinched at the sound and quickly followed suit by nearly jumping out of the passenger's seat out of his own door, shutting his gently in comparison. The taller male looked for that unforgettable blue hair, as he spotted it at the rear of the vehicle. Keith had his back facing him, as he leaned against the trunk lightly. Taking a few cautious steps, the tallest of the two took a risk and stood next to him, also leaning against the vehicle. The weight of them both making the car slightly shift.

In all regards, Keith should be ecstatic right now. This was the first time he has ever been to Pico's home. The ginger was very hesitant to allow him over, possibly in fear of angering his parents. Months ago, he convinced the smaller male to give him his address for emergency purposes. This was his only exception. His freckled angel said that it was okay for the blue boy to pick him up tonight. Keith remembers the conversation well, as it jump-started his fluttering heart at the idea that he was finally allowed near his humble abode.