He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 119: A Route to the Hospital

[A/N] Please check my Twitter (@OkiNeptune) if you see I haven't updated and aren't sure why or when it's coming. I'll always let everyone know. You all know I sleep very little at night, so some days I have to make up on lost sleep by sleeping pretty much all day.

Tonight I was writing chapter 123 and it was so long that I had to split it into two chapters. But since the first chapter wouldn't have much content they'll be released at the same time so you'll have two chapters when 123 comes up (!) 

It was bad. The way my head went wild.

The moment the two of them left the room and Gift stormed out of the closet I followed and realised just how fucked up I was. I ran out before Gift could turn the lights on while he was berating me, I couldn't stick around.

Instead I ran up to the more or less unused boys toilets on the third floor, tried to get the mental image out of my head, the one I'd created, but it just got worse and I couldn't help it, even after jacking off I knew it was still in my head, just waiting to sneak up on me, it burned me up for some reason.

I got back to class late, and the cold reproach on Jacob's face sent a shiver through me as I sat down.

I couldn't look at him after that.

Atlas was sitting behind me, that wasn't his normal spot but there he was, just torturing me for the hell of it. And when Atlas kicked my chair with his foot I didn't react, not even give him the middle finger, pure fucking shame kept me in my seat, facing the table, my forehead a bare inch from the surface.

If they knew... 

I couldn't look at them anymore.

[Atlas's POV] 

I would have laughed myself, at the way Jacob bristled when Akara ran from the last lesson for a second time, but he wasn't just training for a marathon, apparently, he was also definitely avoiding eye contact with both of us and it was really getting on my nerves.

I trained an eye on the door, feeling pissed off, as what felt like his tail, the strap from his backpack, disappeared round the corner.

What was his problem?

If he was begging for a reaction it wasn't long before he was going to get it. Day after tomorrow we'd be off on the mountain hike and the week ended then. He'd been a right fucking tease the entire time too, and the fact that he was fleeing us at every second was gnawing at me.

I thought we settled it, but all of a sudden the little shit had gotten worse.

Jacob's eyes were cold as he narrowed them.

I grabbed his shoulder and he didn't react, just continued staring.

"You did something." I accused him.

He looked back at me slowly, a clear chill in the air as his head turned. "I already said I didn't, of the two of us who is more likely to scare him?"

I glared at him and kicked his chair. "Fuck off, you are."

Jacob was silent for a moment, then huffed. "I haven't done anything. Not yet."

I sighed and leaned back. "He should be telling us what's up with him. Running away is..."