A Sweet Tooth For You(Kevin x Streber)

Chapter 30: Streber

I lazily put my suit on and walked out to the kitchen to make myself hot cocoa. I probably look like I just got out of prison.
But I didn't care.
I quickly drank my hot cocoa, and waited for my sister and dad to be ready. Mom was always up and ready by 6:30. It was insane.
I've never really been all that religious. I don't really think about greater beings of any kind, other than the Mandela Catalog. I don't think that counts, though.
I don't mind religion, however. I think it's really interesting. It just isn't really my thing. But my parents lived for it, so I attended church every Sunday. I'm not complaining. I got along with some people there.
Evelyn came downstairs with her hair in a ponytail. She didn't say anything to me, she just walked past me after a brief second of eye contact. I didn't care. Looking back, if Evelyn had done this just a week earlier, it would have been the end of my world. But I didn't seem to care. I deserved that.
I put away my mug once I was finished with my hot cocoa, and not too long afterwards, my dad came running downstairs.
It's showtime.
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"I heard what happened, are you okay Streber?" a girl in the youth group asked.
"I'm fine." I coldly responded. I wasn't in the mood for pity. It made me feel worse. Made me feel guilty that people felt the need to waste their time trying to make me feel better. It wasn't going to work.
I walked into Sunday school, and all of a sudden, everyone just stared at me with a mix of pity, sadness, and a bit of regret. I hated being the center of attention. Especially when it was because of some sort of tragedy. I tried to ignore it, and sat down on the cushioned chair in the left corner in the back of the room, which is where I usually sit. I didn't want to be there. I wanted to see Kevin. I just wanted to continue watching the Gilmore Girls and cuddle with Kevin for the rest of the month, at least.
But life doesn't work that way, does it? I had to endure pitiful attempts to make me feel better for the next two hours.
I put in one of my earbuds and began playing Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge on shuffle. Another thing Arnold introduced me to. The first song that played was Helena. That made me want to cry right there. But I couldn't. People I've never even had a conversation with would try and comfort me, and I was already close to having a sensory overload and shutting down entirely.   
"Streber?" I looked up. A boy sitting a few feet away was looking at me, just another face full of pity. But there was something...different. He didn't look at me like unfinished charity work. He looked at me like a person. A person who needed help.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"Can we meet in the library after class?"
I was slightly unnerved by this. The library was almost always empty. Only rally used if someone was grounded and no one bothered to give them a bible, or as a make-out room at dances. But I gave a small nod. "Sure."

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    Once class had ended, I made my way to the library. That entire hallway was deserted. It was kinda creepy. I opened the door to the library, unlocked, as per usual, and I walked in. There were around 10 shelves full of bibles and books of mormon. There was also a small desk, covered in paper and a large computer from the 90s. The room smelled like weed.
The boy was leaning on one of the shelves. "Oh, hey." He said, as if he didn't know I was coming.
"Hi..." I weakly responded. Why did he want me to come here? What did he want?
"You're Streber, right?" he asked. This was shady. What does he want from me?
"Uhh yeah.." I hesitated. "Do you need something?"
He smiled. But it wasn't a normal smile. It was eerie, and unsettling. I was tempted to run away.
"I think you need something." He responded and took something out of his pocket. He was wearing a brown trench coat. An odd choice for going to church, but I wasn't one to judge. He held a plastic bag. It took me a moment to figure out what was inside, but the realization hit like a semi truck.
"Is...is that pot?"

(End of part 3)
(I swear, there'll be Radford in part 4)