The Angel's Delinquent

December 9th.

Karl's POV:

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It was five minutes before I had to leave for school, and honestly I was having a nervous breakdown. Today was going to change my entire social status, I had already gotten so many texts from curious people I barely knew who heard through the rumors that me and Sapnap, a delinquent, had been spotted holding eachover within the snow on Sunday morning by unimpressed parents who where on their way to church.

I had picked the skin around my nails, sat over-contemplating my homework and extra credit and practically bounced off the walls for the rest of Sunday, with a eager George always two steps behind me asking for details. He had only been rendered silent once, when I mentioned a certain delinquent wanting his number outside of Art, which happened to be the last lesson he had today.

The truth was I'm anxious. Me and Nick had spoken briefly yesterday about what happened the day before, until he had to go and "hang out with his friends" considering he had missed the usual hangout the two days before. I was honestly worried because his fever might catch up again, but considering his immune system seems to be stronger then Superman himself I gave it the benefit of the doubt. I went to sleep early that night, attempting to clear all of the muddled thoughts from my head as I put Alice to sleep.

My parents still not being home, and apparently getting back on Wednesday was both relieving and terrifying. My parents had no idea I was gay, let alone being pursued by a delinquent. I would have to come out to them, soon, considering this town was like a giant microscope which analysed every step you took. It was painfully daunting.

Not to mention I was also going to have to brace myself for whatever would come today from the delinquents themselves. No doubt I would have to meet them, but I would also have to live a day Adjusting to them. There was no way I would change myself to fit in, I had decided that the second I shut my front door the day prior, however I would be open to bending my own ambitions to fit around theirs. It was important I tried for Nick with them like how Nick tried for me with George the other day.

I took several deep breathes before turning around and smiling wearily at Alice, who sat in her highchair and smiled at me as sweetly as she could. She was always well behaved when I would look after her, which was most of the time, all smiles and giggles and random sentences that she deemed important. Alice will be three years old in January, and she is honestly the light of my life. I had been looking after her whenever business trips where preoccuping Mom and dad's time, leaving me to care for her essentially like my own.
I had a sneaking suspicion she preferred me anyways.

"Ok, up we get Lisy!" She smiles brightly at the name, wrapping her death grip around my throat as I maneuver her swiftly to cling to my side, before setting her down on the staircase and zipping up her coat, tying her boots, wrapping her scarf around her neck and pulling her beanie over her eyes briefly to hear her manic giggles. Her childish bliss seemed to sooth my nerves as we stood up, her wrapped in my arms as we make our way to the front door. I make sure we've left the lights off and the door locked.

"Karl!" I hear George greet me, for once animated to be up so early (no doubt it would be because of the number-outside-of-art situation which would most definitely take place outside of Art.) Suddenly is small tired smile stretched into a full blown grin when Alice spots him, now frantically waving in the air in his direction.

"Georgie! Georgie! GEORGIE!" She shrieks exictedly over and over, once I finally meet him on the pavement next to our house they fist bump.

"Lisy! I haven't seen you in ages!" He puts alot of emphasis on the words, eyes narrowing at me as if I should be ashamed from keeping them apart, Alice following his pursuit by crossing her arms and glaring at me.