He's Just a Skater Boy (boyxboyxboy)

Chapter 154: Kyle's Back

Gift and I left fresh and early in the morning. He'd gotten back late and disgruntled, told me off for not answering my phone and briefly explained how he'd gotten on the run bus and gone all the way down to Witchgate before realising he was going in the wrong direction.

"Everywhere in England all looks the same at night." He scolded me. "All houses and buildings look the same." 

He did admit later, though, that he'd turned down a car ride back in favour of walking, which made no sense at all, so I decided that I was not to blame for the construction of the buildings in this country, groaned as he continued to rant and promised to answer my phone.

I'd only ignored it because I thought it was Jacob.

A nights rest had helped clear my head, though. 

As long as he didn't see the evidence of the bruises on my back there was really no evidence that I'd used them and even if he knew from my voice that I had indeed tried one out he would never be fully certain. That was enough for me. 

I reluctantly left my vest at home, but my back felt fine now, and the shirt wasn't translucent enough to show anything unless you really knew what you were looking for, and besides that I had my backpack.

Mr Marsh was smiling when I knocked on the door and walked in, which was odd. He gave me a general glance over as he sat down behind his desk and put his mug of whatever on his table between a pile of papers and an open book laying face down on the table called 'The Madness of War'.

"How're you doing Kyle."

I stared at him. "You know my name is Akara."

He grunted, "Right."

I turned around, lifting my arms up. "Okay, am I good? Can I go?"

His eyes glinted as he stared at me. For a moment he really didn't reply, just sat there, folding his hands in his lap, leaning back, staring at me. It felt weird after a while, I didn't know what to do in the empty silence.

"Mr-

"Looks like someone ironed your clothes. Parents back?" He tilted his head.

"Not yet, tonight."

He hummed, the slight curve to his lips falling away. "You finally acting like an adult then? Ironed it yourself?"

"My cousin ironed it. Can I-"

"She's the one from the year below?"

"Huh? No, he's male, he's in the year above."

"Huh..." He considered that for a moment. "He also lives with you?"

I nodded. "Can I go?"

He looked at me, annoyed, then took his mug in his hand. "You wearing a vest?"

I lifted up my shirt. "Nope."

There was a glint in his eyes as he pointed toward the door. "Fine. Then get out."

I promptly left. I always felt uncomfortable around him, and I had PE later that day as well, but he hadn't caused problems so far even when I didn't show up so he wasn't that bad.

The next order of business was going to the form room to get my attendance taken, but I dragged my feat a bit because I wasn't keen on running into Jacob.

I had the feeling that if he really wanted a straight answer out of me he would get it, and that made me feel nervous.

When I got in the room Jacob wasn't there, though, instead I saw Atlas, looking bored and lazy already, leaning backwards on his chair while his friends chatted across him.