Skater Boy & Me

Chapter 31 | Prom [Part I]

"It's not my fault I can't be like you, okay? I don't get up in the morning thinking the world is one big, shiny, happy place, okay? That's just not how I work. I don't think I can be fixed."

— Lauren Oliver, Before I Fall

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Chapter 31 | Prom [Part I]

⭐️K I R A  P O V⭐️

Most of my problems had pretty much come to an end. I had made up with Victoria and Jace after all the previous events, dealt with Caroline and Eric and my brother and ex boyfriend weren't dead.

Was I happy? No. Not at all.

I wonder if this was only me but whenever one set of problems were eliminated, another set seemed to just come out of no where and along with them, a new set of worries, a lot thinking and possibly lots of packs of tissues and tubs of ice cream.

I had come home in pursuit of a hot bath, good food, perhaps some online stalking of celebrities and a good night sleep but instead I walk into my living room to see a broken vase and lots of whipped cream on the floor.

Was I worried? Yes.

I walked further into the room, being careful not to step on the shards of glass and slip on the sweet foamy like desert.

Where was Luke?

"Luke!" I scream as I tread up the narrow flight of stairs.

Was he home at all?

Stopping in front of the first door on the hallway, I knocked and waited for an answer but was given nothing. I slowly pushed the door open to attain a little light but only received pitch black nothingness surround the room.

"Luke! You in here?" I scream once again.

Nothing. No answer.

A faint murmur of music trailed from under Luke's bed in the corner of the room as I reached to fully open the door.

If I die right now I blame society and its pathetic way of life.

"Luke?"

Looking back I remember my mum calling Luke's room a death trap which could easily kill someone if they didn't know what they were doing. That stopped me from entering his room for about a month until my money started to go missing.

I was afraid that I was going to trip and fall over something before I made it across the room and of course I was right because I found myself on the floor a minute later with my body in the most painful position ever.

My arm seemed to have brushed over a soft, brush like material under Luke's bed. As I started to steady myself I noticed a hand under his bed.

Either that was a leftover from last year's Halloween or the prize for the treasure hunt I'm doing.

When we were younger and me and Luke used to play hide and seek and the first place I always checked was under any type of bed because after all, the previous games had all lead to under a bed.

Even though I may have been shorter than Luke, I always found it difficult to get under beds or any type of small, raised object. Perhaps due to the lack of practice or the fact that I was just really lazy made it hard.

Yeah, go ahead and rub it in.

So I was right. Luke was there, under the bed and lying on his chest listening to really loud, emphasis on loud, music.