The End of Days

[5]

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Call me

Liam glanced down to his phone, skimming the text as he got dressed for the day. He could smell Moms food wafting in from downstairs and he struggled to slip on his hightops in anticipation. Too much excitement yesterday he'd guessed, had him hungry.

"Mornin." He muttered, brushing past Mom to the plate of waffles and some of the rotisserie chicken that had magically appeared in the fridge last night after her grocery shop.

"This wasnt on the list." He complained for the sake of his diet although ate immediantly with his fingers. She scolded him in his seat at the table.

"Jenna. Manners." Dad said, gold chain popping against the grey in his hair he refused to admit was coming in.

Liam held the eye contact profusely, shoveling the syrup dripping food into his mouth. Sure he could tell his dad off, sure he could politely correct him but being an ignorant bastard in the face of an ignorant bastard was just too ironic of a shot not to take.

"Tyrone, quite." His wife said and his anger at the disrespect simmered just barely. As tough as he liked to act, Mom always held the pants in the relationship even if she had to force it from his clutches.

Dad tried again politer for Moms sake. "Whens the match, girl?"

"Your sons match is at 7 and dont worry about coming, I don't want you there."

He had downed some of his milk before standing, having nothing really to say to the guy. The one part of his life he couldn't wait to escape. Mom always talked about how he did care and how he meant well but Liam had yet to see the proof.

"Have fun at work." He said a quick goodbye to his mother before stepping out. Dad called again and the false name gritted in his ears. He halted just a step before the doors threshald.

Dont do it, he told himself. It wouldnt change a thing. "I.."

He'd begun to speak but shook his head, ridding the words before he walked out. It's Liam. Just Liam.

"Dude, you look aweful." Alan joked, patting at him as he met up with his group. The white guy was in his usual hoodie and joggers, his moppy hair flopped forward on his head.

Avery stood off to the side, she was darker then himself seeing as she wasn't mixed. Her dreads hung down her sharp face where she leaned casually against the tall tables in the front hall, waiting for classes to begin.

"Im fine." He said. The guy raised a hand and inquired no more. Carlos came sprinting through the teens, smile wide. He had the strangest taste in clothes from his crocs to his visor to his boxy button up. Crazy.

He shook with Avery in greeting before nodding to the rest. They chatted for a bit before heading their seperate ways. The first few classes were boring, it was only when P.E. came around that he found himself enjoying the day. Mostly for the sports.

"Oh come on bruh, what was that?" One of the guys tsked, grabbing at the ball that had slipped from Liams shot.

"Im drifting, wahtever." He brushed him off, scratching at his neck.

He fought to avoid Jack's gaze who snuck him more amused looks then usual. He'd tried not to make a big deal about yesterday, about Jack being cool with everything. But that was like the final piece, right?

Getting over the two guys thing? Done. The intimacy thing? No longer a problem. And the trans thing well Jack had already showed him what he thought. So now it was just a..guy he was into, he guessed? And one that was into him.