Lacking Conviction (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 2: The Eggtastrophe

Song Suggestion: Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus

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"You've got to be fucking with me." He barked, "Do you know how much fucking work I put into those essays! Not to mention that those pictures you put there got me in trouble, and now I have a week's worth of detention." He fumed, his face an angry red.

I had a slight feeling that I was partially to blame... Only slightly.

"It wasn't just me..." I protested weakly, immediately regretting my choice of words as he slammed his fist into the wall, a few inches left from my face. I gasped.

"I don't give a damn! You will make it up to me." He looked at me unpleased, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Make it up to him? "How do you expect me to do that?" I tried to glare at him, losing conviction when his dark look made me hurriedly avert my eyes.

He paused for a millisecond, mulling it over. "I'll think of something." He said cruelly, and by the look on his face, I wasn't going to enjoy it whatsoever.

What have I gotten myself into...

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"May for fucks sake! Get back here!" I yelled out after her as she giggled and snorted like a maniac, flour, sugar and milk littering the floor.

Maybe it wasn't the best idea to bake cookies with May after all.

Soggy egg dripped from my face, adding to the abhorrent concoction on the tiled floor, indefinitely causing a huge slipping hazard.

"I'm sorry! I missed the bowl! It was an accident" May said between fits of giggles, and I continued to chase her; not at all believing a word that came out of her mouth.

The counters were coated with all sorts of grossness that I really didn't want to have to describe. I narrowed my eyes at her, when moments prior I took an egg to the face, courtesy of May.

"How the fuck did that evolve into you accidentally throwing it at my head then? Huh?" I glared at her, urging the small smile on my face to leave.

Her nervous giggles aggravated me more, and I squinted at her disbelievingly.

Alright, no more of this. I sprinted after her, egg in hand.

"Stop!" She screeched, tumbling around the kitchen "I'm older so you have to listen to me!"

When has that ever worked?

I was so blinded by my want of revenge, and possibly the egg dripping into my eyes, that I didn't see the front door unlock, until it was already too late. With crossed arms, there stood Nick, our older brother.

His flight was 2 days earlier than originally intended, and he hadn't said anything to us. Presumably wanting it to be as a surprise.

He observed the mess with a frown, eyes flicking between me and May simultaneously.

"Welcome home..." I smiled nervously at him, ignoring the loud thumping of my heart. Quickly glancing at May for some back up, however she clamped a hand over her mouth, trying not to burst into a fit of giggles.

He sighed, trying to act as if he was annoyed, but a small smile tugged at his lips.

"We missed you! It's nice to have you back" May said changing the subject, although I knew she was genuine. It had been almost half a year since we had seen him, due to a paid business trip to Italy.

"So... Cookies?" May asked, grinning wider when the look of disgust on Nicks face grew.

"I'd rather die..." He looked at her as if she was mad for even asking.

I laughed heartily, missing being in his presence. I'd never tell him that though.

"How was Italy?"

He looked thoughtful before he spoke, "We'll talk about it later once you've cleaned yourself up. Don't forget about the mess too." He said with a low voice that left no room for argument. I groaned.

May smirked at me, until he spoke up again.

"You too, May." He said.

I laughed internally at her dejected expression. Suck it.

*****

After I had finished scrubbing the rest of the egg from my hair I made my way downstairs, just in time to prepare the table. Nick was preparing food in the kitchen, a spicy dish I had deduced by the curry fumes that wafted into my nose. My stomach rumbled in response.

It was a nice change of pace for once. Usually me and May would order something in, sort out a pot noodle or a microwaveable dinner between us. Even better yet when you could just eat it straight from the packet with your hands. We're simple people.

As delicious as pot noodle is, it starts to get old after a while. I had forgotten how nice it was to have a meal cooked from scratch, rather than an easy, cheap dinner you could find at every supermarket that ever existed.

We sat down together at the table, and I relished in the feeling of being a part of something, being a part of a family. I couldn't keep the smile off my face.

Well that was until Nick started to speak.

"We need to talk, Donovan. It's about school."

That can't be fucking good...

"How do you mean?" I trailed off nervously, what had I done wrong?

Except for the many absences I had accumulated over the last year, breaking and entering while intoxicated, setting the teachers lounge on fire, swearing, yelling at other students and most definitely failing a lot of my subjects, I was a pretty good student.

Huh. The list was longer than I expected.

"Did I do something wrong?" I inquired sweetly at him.

Nick narrowed his eyes at me, not believing my innocent facade for a minute. "The teacher's have informed me of everything. Don't play dumb with me."

"I can expl-"

"No excuses." He cut me off sternly. "I want what's best for you, even if you don't realise it now."

"It wasn't an excuse..." I grumbled, but let him continue.

"I'll be making sure you are present in school everyday and I'll keep a close eye on your attendance."

I groaned. Why does he even care?

"And any misbehaviour will be reported to me immediately."

For god's sake it's just getting worse. Just shut up already...

"Oh and one more thing. I have hired you a tutor." He finished.

My eyes blew up wide.

"That's not fair! What! You're not seriously..."Is this guy insane? A tutor won't be able to help me; I'm too far gone. A lost cause. "Why do you care?!" I snapped miserably. I take back everything nice that I said about his dinner.

"You don't have a say in this. This year we're starting fresh. That goes for you too Donovan."

May looked at me with sympathy, but I could tell she was relishing this moment.

"Fine..." I said stubbornly, slumping back into my chair.

It better be some hot chick at least...

"What's their name?" I asked, too curious to pretend I didn't care.

A moment's pause.

"Grayson Farell."

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Thank you to those who have made it this far.

I'm really starting to enjoy writing this book :)