He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 118: A Conversation in an Empty Room

[A/N] The sun was hot today... ᵃᵃʰ  The grass was on fire. It rained and it was still hot. It was hard to write, I melt into a great supine protoplasmic invertebrate jelly in the heat. ༼⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝༽

"Good news!" Amir announced to me the following day at lunch.

I looked at him doubtfully as he put his tray on the table and sat down next to me. 

"Mrs Hammersmith is agreeing to let me join set one Mathematics 'cus I tried hard even though my scores aren't up there yet."

I frowned at him and raised my plastic cup of diluted apple juice. "I've never been happier for anyone."

He tapped his cup against mine. "Your sarcasm reeks of jealousy." He grinned.

"Fuck you. I'm in set one." I grumbled.

"Except once Jacob's job babysitting you is over you're going back to set four."

I shrugged, but went quiet.

"Glorious set four. Where the teachers sleep more than the students do."

I squinted at him. "Have you ever been in set four?"

He shook his head. "Set three closest I got. My mom might actually start putting a payment on a funeral ceremony if I get put in set four."

I laughed. "She'd be mad?"

"She'd feel my bones to the dogs."

"That's sensible." Callen told us as he sat down opposite Amir. 

The two of them were actually becoming pretty good friends, it was pretty unnerving to watch. Part of me was a little worried I was going to turn up to school one day only to see Amir patrolling the school gates whipping out a ruler to measure people's trousers with to see if the length is more than an inch over the school shoes.

"Why is that sensible, you want me dead?" Amir threw a thick undercooked greasy chip at him.

He slapped it away from his shirt with horror and stood up fast. "Amir!"

He raised his hands in surrender.

Callen glared at him as he slowly lowered himself down into his seat. "Of course." He replied. "Who doesn't. And also it's very economical."

"The use of his body parts?" I asked. "That's true."

Amir glared at both of us. "There are better things to use my bones for than give them to the dogs."

"Really?" I looked at him, intrigued. "For what, like glue?"

He frowned. "No. But like, my skull could be used as a chalice."

"A chalice?"

"A cup." Callen clarified.

"Oh."

"It couldn't be a cup." He shook his head.

Amir seemed offended by the rejection. "Why?"

"It has holes!" Callen looked disgusted by his stupidity.

"Callen is right, it has eye holes, everything would drip out."

"Don't pour that much in it then then."

"And a neck hole."

"Well no, you could use his skull upside down." I told Callen.

He thought about it. "Then the eye holes would be very low down."