Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Chapter Thirty One

I was lost. Oakley didn't come to school today because he was still sick, which was weird because he was fine yesterday, but he coughed so hard that he couldn't breath. Curtis took the day off to take care of him and I appreciated that he did that but I wanted to stay too.

However I missed three days of school and catching up was going to be harder than I thought. I tried avoiding questions about Mica and the rumors that were spreading around school. People thought I killed Mica but that was insane when I was his best friend, the only friend he had. He was a troubled kid with unwanted love and support from his family, but I was there for him, even if I didn't act like it. But there was another rumor that was far more worse than mine.

Grant was left "damaged". When I went to homeroom, Grant wasn't with his regular crew that called people faggot, when Grant himself liked boys and girls, and pushed people to their limits. It looked as if his "friends" didn't care that he wasn't with them or he was acting weird. It took me a while to realized that I was standing near the doorway and people were sending me hateful glares for standing there. I decided to sit next to me and made him somewhat comfortable.

"Hey," I whispered. Grant looked him and his brown eyes explored my face. I gave him a half asses smile and dropped my book bag on the floor. "How are you?" I said a bit louder.

Grant leaned back on his chair and shrugged, biting his lower lip. "I'm okay."

I sighed. Why did people insisted on lying to me? I could tell that they were either sad, mad, or happy. Grant was no different.

I glanced over my shoulder and saw that Grant's friends were watching us and laughing like fucking idiots. "Some kind of friends you have."

"Yeah. I guessed we lost both of our friends."

Taken back at his statement, I watched as he rose from seat and walked out of the classroom. I didn't expect him to say that. I guessed this affected him as much as it did to me. It still hurt that I was the reason that Mica died but I had to suck it up, for the sake of Grant's life.

I looked back and glared at them. "Hope you're happy assholes."

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It was nearly impossible to find Grant but I finally found him at his locker. He was putting books in his locker and when he closed it and turned around, he jumped and placed a hand on his heart.

"Jesus, Tate. You're scared the shit outta me. What do you want?" He said out of breath.

"Sorry and I want to talk you," I said softly. Grant looked hesitated to accept the offer but he nodded his head and I lead the way.

I walked to an empty classroom and locker the door behind us. We would get in trouble for locking ourselves in a empty classroom with no teacher but who gave a shit? I shoved my hands in my pocket and awkwardly made eye contact with Grant.

Grant did the same and cleared his throat. "So you wanted to talk?"

I nodded. "Yeah. I'm sorry about what happened. Mica and I were angry about what you did and it wasn't cool dude, you buried him."

"You don't have to remind me," Grant groaned. "I fucked up, okay? I wasn't in the right mind."

"What do you mean?"

Grant sucked his teeth. "Since I'm in the football team, I take steroids." His eyes narrowed on me. "But I stopped on the day you kidnapped me."

I didn't have a response. Yeah, I didn't expect him to take steroids nor did I expect him to bury my best friend six deep under, because Grant was my fucking enemy and now he was spilling his secret to me.