He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 152: Akara Does Not Faint

[A/N] Sorry about the update taking a while, I have family over and one of them got sick on the plane, now everyone's a bit sick. But I'm finished, now I just need to catch up on the other updates I delayed heheh.

[Jacob's POV]

In a weird way, my interest in Akara had drawn me to an unexpectedly great ally. I'd disliked him for such a long time that walking out of school together with him down the main path seemed like it should be drawing attraction, a strange activity.

But he wasn't as self absorbed as I'd briefly considered, although I never really analysed his personality, and only want a distance between us especially after I realised he had taken by brother in. 

I didn't share my fathers views on what made a man, a man, it was all irrelevant to me, it wasn't possible to care less than I did, but I didn't know how to contact him, or what to say, or what to do with a relationship with my brother anymore, and to avoid judgement for that I'd put a wall in place between myself and Atlas.

He was probably far happier than I, out of my father's house, that was something I was considering lately.

I'd fought to stay in the home only because it had been necessity at the time, but the longer I stayed the more I felt his grip tightening around me. If it came to a point where I wanted to leave, I did not trust him not to interfere. I would be leaving with the clothes on my back, while my father would always have an immense power at his fingertips to wield.

I thought this silently as I walked with him, while Atlas walked beside me and described with excessive detail exactly how much he disliked the short kid from the year above and constantly looked at me, waiting for me to agree, prodding me for a reaction or reply, something that was growing on me.

"You're annoying me," He elbowed my arm. "React."

I eyed him down from the side, and was silent for a moment longer. "I expect you know that my father can't find out about us?"

His eyes went wide, momentarily taken off guard. "Jesus, you really know how to throw shit at a guy. Yeah I... I know."

"Good."

He was silent now, but staring at me as we walked, getting closer to the gate. Both of us naturally walked faster than this, but it was surprisingly comfortable to walk with him, maybe that was why I was walking slower.

I glanced at him, his eyes flickered down to my lips momentarily and then he looked straight ahead, a glint in his eyes but his expression impassive.

"About us..." He repeated my words, then laughed. "Weird to think we haven't done shit, feels like we haven't earned that title."

I blinked at him slowly from the side, and then face forwards. "I wonder how Akara would react if he saw something like that."

He scoffed, seemingly thinking I was insinuating Akara would be offended by it. "Akara would love that shit."

"True..." I hummed.

He looked at me strangely.

We slowed down as we approached the gate and I glanced at him from the side again.  Looking him over.

I wonder whether Atlas's openness would translate all the way, whether he, like Akara, might be interested in the same thing I was, or whether he, like Akara, might only stretch so far.

Ultimately neither of them was ready, but it brought an intriguing thought to mind, another person by my side as Akara was bound and flushed and taut on edge. Atlas filled with his fiery admiration for just how see-through Akara would probably be, the way he always was, tense to the point of trembling, and perfectly transparent.