My Boyfriend Is a Liberal Arts Student (BoyXBoy)

Chapter 27 Eyes on Me

-Michael-

"So now they think they can run this place? In one night?" Desiree was sucking on a red lollipop with her bunny slippers, swinging merrily as she sat on my kitchen table.

All I wanted to do for the moment was sit with my head in hands. Not because I was feeling sorry for myself, but because it was like, I could hear the sugar eating like acid on Desiree's teeth. All I wanted to do was point that out, knowing full well she'd just laugh at me and continue doing what she was doing. Then remind me that I was being a control freak.

"You know, it's me that's putting my life on the line here," she reminded me, probably reading my mind. Not because she could do something like that. We had history. That was all.

We had that kind of relationship.

I changed subjects as easily as slipping on my shoes. "So... Cody is ok?"

She didn't answer right away. As if she had something on her mind. Her feet stopped swinging. I honestly didn't get why she favored wearing bunny slippers. Even though she teased me at every opportunity about getting wolf slippers whenever I brought it up. ".........Yeah."

Now I put my head in my hands. It seemed like everyone I got close to, was put into some kind of danger. First with J.P. due to his... condition (cure?). Then with Cody, being caught by our uninvited guests. They had tried pinning it on that kid. That was one thing he wasn't guilty of at least. Desiree tracked him down last night while J.P. and I kept our enemies busy. Not that J.P. knew this. Yet.

The sad part, we couldn't prove it anymore. But should Desiree have left Cody there? Bruised and broken? I never imagined life as a board game. Particularly chess at that. The people I chose to be around, they were never pawns. They were more like rare treasure to me. Because they were.

I was still happier with Desiree's choice to bail him out, despite the fact that it could have been a trap. She'd also hidden him someplace where I didn't even know. Maybe it was a trap, because from the report, it sounded too easy. There were no guards.

Still, I believe she made the right choice. But she also came back differently for some reason. Like she was holding back on more information. It could be because of the condition she found Cody in and was sparing my feelings. Friends, loyal friends at that, were hard to come by.

"Yeah and thanks for that." I didn't like the way my voice sounded. Too stressed. Too many burdens overtime to bear.

I needed to toughen up more.

"Hey," Desiree offered a friendly pat on the back. It sounded hollow. "You'll be fine. We'll all be fine if we keep sticking together."

"And I thought murderers were hard to deal with. Never thought I'd say this, but I'd rather go back to that."

She offered half a hug but backed away. Was she trying not to-