Old habits die hard (boyxboy)

(5) Now look who's hated

Kellan POV

I shouldn't be here, there's absaloutley no reason my voice needs to be heard for this entire situation. So why am I here? Because of my fucking mum. This was my only chance to get by without punishment for 'assaulting' Deryk, not like i'd tell that embrassing fact to anybody else though. Our family has always been of the opinion that mistakes will be forgiven if you make an effort to be forgiven. To simplify, i'm let off any punishments if I make it up by helping with a task she needs sorted. And today it just happened to be dealing with Averys newly opened case with the police, whom my mum detested passionately. Of course it was Joe they wanted, beyond Joe they were clueless as to who would help the case leading for my mum to offer my so called expertise. Yeah right, all I know is this Avery girl is attatched to Delilah by the hip. Yet since neither were on campus today I directed them towards their next best target, her older brother Deryk. Maybe I was too wishful, but I really thought that would finalise my contribution and make up for my wrongdoings. But boy was I wrong, now i'm slouched uncomfortably in a much too claustrophobic room listening to the consequences of handing the police a name.

"Mr Deryk Braun you know we don't like to get involved in student affairs around here, we let you guys run wild hoping you'll calm down once you've let off some steam."
He nodded politely in her direction as she explained informally but I could tell he wasn't listening. Primarily because out of the corner of his hazel gaze he kept catching my eye, raising a neat brow questioningly seeming to search for an answer from my expression. Though as we've already clarified, the last place I want to be is here so I just shrugged uncomfortably in his direction hoping that would prompt him to pay attention to the officer.
"But word spreads fast around here and we have reason to believe you essentially baited Joshua into believing non consensual advantages was a kink of Avery's which is information you would know from past relations"
Oh you've got to be kidding me, I told them nothing of the sort!
"Excu-!?"
"Do not interrupt me. This led to an assault of the drugged woman, one that many locals witnessed and have been bombarding the forces with calls about for the past week."
What in the world happened between our conversation this morning and when I was called to this office only an hour later!?

Clearly having been left out the loop, I decided it's best to continue my quiet observation despite how much I wanted to jump in and correct them. I say that but I feel much stronger about Deryk knowing I didn't blame him remotely, I just wish I could tell him how highly I thought of him. The officer's defensive body language, tsk from her lips, tapping of her foot all signalled that the real reason she was here was due to the disruption, not the victim either. Disgraceful if you ask me, if you're going to do the job at least act like you care honestly! Also i'm sure Deryk and Avery were-
"Together at goddamn fourteen, are you genuinly accusing children of having sexual relations? Disgusting!"
Scoffing, he tried to turn on his heel to exit as I cringed at the worrisome way legal authorities may take that. However be was halted by an authoritative voice, one that wasn't the officer but equally as assertive in my opinion.
"Deryk i'm sorry but you can't leave yet, this is a real issue and even if all of these stories are false this is as good a chance as any to save Avery's ass."
Commanded my mum with a blazing fire lighting her voice, I was almost proud of how effortlessly she called him into the moment once more. Almost, as in reality I knew she used the same power to regulate my own actions.
"Avery was high, Deryk. She's in deep shit if the police keep getting bothered so just tell us what you know and help us close this before it gets taken too far."

So he did, he sat down in the lifeless office answering all questions without leaving a loose thread to his statements. Albeit nonchalantly though, he somehow avoided giving information on those important in his recap only showcasing his hidden care and love for them all. Looking back at our memories together, he tended not to showcase affection too obviously instead preffering to let others know through actions. I couldn't help but smile fondly in my daydream as hazy eyes drifted to my bracelet, huh, I wonder if his favourite colour's still orange. It's such a curious colour choice, cute.