Old habits die hard (boyxboy)

(10) Suck it, life's worse

Deryk POV

You've started? Yeah! O-oh shit, ok, what do I start with?

Monday morning, the start of another week that I doubt will be anything enjoyable. See, since Kellan has made his distaste for me very obvious all interactions we've had have been torturous. And half of them have ended with me very turned on, which is clearly an extreme problem. I've started seeing him differently, subconsciously my fingers move to his profiles during free times and my mind will wander to treasured memories. A humongous problem.

Nonetheless right now my body is much more concerned with the lack of food in my stomach, so i'll scour the fridge happily to distract myself.
"Morning kid, Delilah not up yet?"
Spoke my dad raspily from behind me, he was packing his bag for a long day at the office, we are never sure what time he's home.
"Not today, Mondays are not often on her schedule."
"Right, well tell her I left her parcel under the stairs, and that I said morning too."
"Course dad, you back for dinner tonight?"
I wasn't hopeful, and the lack of enthusiasm behind my tone made that clear. That and my back was to him, showing my low interest levels in the conversation too. Although that may just be because there is not a single fresh or untouched thing in the fridge. Goddamn leftovers, that's it.
"Hopefully, havn't been asked for overtime yet. Have a good day son!"
His voice decreased in volume as he sped out the kitchen, I responded neutrally with my own regard but I doubt he heard me, he's too busy anyways.

My eyes landed on half an avocado left in a small dish, the filling near the pip beginning to brown prompted me to use it before it went bad. Mashing and smearing the delicious fruit atop a few buttered toasts, I made a mental note to offer some to my sister tomorrow. With a crackle of black pepper and a sprinkling of salt, the meal looked fantastic and I can't help but feel proud of my presentation. Normally my mornings are much more rushed, but i've been trying to arrive at campus earlier lately. No reason particularly, but it is a bonus being able to see the sports classes training over a coffee and a book.

Wait shhh i've got it, ok. Do you all see the fucking state you have me in? Yeah, it's because not a single one of you is a good goddamn person!

Sitting down at the fake marble island (my parents work hard, but not that hard) I pull out my pocketed phone to snap a picture for my instagram. I adore my social feed, taking and editing pictures for my few hundred fans is surely a hobby of mine and I greatly enjoy the artistic aspect of a piqteresque moment. Although, the moment I switched my phone on for the day the lag was overwhelming as a flurry of messages from my instagram bombarded my phone like a flaming sandstorm. Shocked, to day the least, but this is extremely abnormal. So with a quick snap I scrolled through the tens and tens of horrible messages, incriminating me, and only then I realised my account absaloutley blew up.

What the fuck?

Delilahs asleep, no use questioning her, so I hurriedly turn to Marks contact and dialed him hopefully.
"Hello?"
"Hi! Oh thank god, what in the world happened?"
"Oh, oh Deryk! Hi dude, havn't you seen?"
Seen? No, no, no what have I sent to people? I can't recall anything, nor anyone i've messaged with suspicious images or texts. I'm completely clueless, but terrified.
"Not at all, no, what is it!?"
"Get to school asap, i'll show you."
Sprinting out of my house, barely announcing my departure to my mum who's only just woke, I decided to take the bus outside our local supermarket to cut the 30 minute walk to a 10 minute drive.

I couldn't stop pacing, back and forth, back and forth, i'm so out of it! These messages they're... They're vile, hate pouring in, saying i'm a homophobe for outing someone, I spew nothing but nasty lies, I don't deserve any fans. Hell looks like a new ones just come through, kill yourself, great! Somethings wrong, really wrong, and for some unbenowknst reason i'm the last to know...