The Secret (Boston's Best 1)

Chapter Forty-Eight

Matt

From preschool to senior year I have spent sixteen years of my life at Boston Preparatory Academy. And I hate to say it but I think I'm going to miss the place.

I mean I grew up here. Literally. I probably spent more time here than at my own home throughout the years and I've lived here for eight to nine months of the year the past four years.

I don't even know if I can call it my second home because honestly it may as well have been my first home I was here so much.

Tuesday the twenty-fourth of May is the day that I shall finish up my primary level education and move forward into my college years at Boston College and to try and figure out what the fuck I want to do with my life.

And today is that day.

Mine and Alex's dorm and all of our belongings are currently packed away in boxes ready to be moved out.

"Fuck! Get him you fuckin' idiot!" Darius shouts.

All of our belongings besides the PS5 and television that is.

"It's not my fault you're in my way. If you'd move your big fat head then maybe I'd have a chance." Felix shoots him a look.

"Oh shut up, both of you, lumps." Alex's character appears on the screen and shoots both Felix and D's avatar.

They both drop their controllers and change the course of their shouting towards Alex.

I laugh and take in the sight of us all in our blue cap and gowns –we're not wearing the caps right now but you get the point, and I can barely imagine little four and five year old Alex and Matt in the Little League and little eleven year old Felix fresh out of Colombia and thirteen year old Texan Darius showing up and putting all of our football skills to shame.

It's crazy to think how much we've all grown together. I actually can't imagine my life without them all now.

The Four Idiots, that's what we all are, just a bunch of idiots who love each other.

A phone rings one the coffee table and I stand up and check whose it is because those guys don't even hear the ringing over their shouting.

When I reach the phone pile and see it's mine and that it's Oscar-fucking-Rooney that's calling me I nearly hurl my phone out of the window.

I slip out the door or the dorm without the guys noticing, only to see that the halls are even louder. Rolling my eyes, I answer the phone, "Oscar, just give me one second, please."

I go back into the dorm and hide in the bathroom because it's quieter in there.

Exhaling I put the phone up to my ear, "Oscar, hey, sorry about that. It's pretty hectic here as you know, I'm graduating today."

"Oh. Congratulations." He says, sounding like he could not care any less. "Well, you have fun with that. I'll just take up a minute of your time."

Sure you will. "Sure, what's up?"

"Dubai." He says as if that is an answer.

"Actually, geographically Dubai is down not up from here."

I can practically feel his eye roll, "Funny, Matthew. No, I mean have you thought about if you wanted to go to Dubai for a few days during the summer?"

"I don't really see how any vacation plans I make concern my parents lawyer?"

"It concerns me when I have Zara breathing down my neck, asking if you plan on stopping the refugee program or if you are thinking about visiting."