Don't Rain On My Parade (Boyxxboy)

Chapter Five

*** ROLLAND POV***

I slam my locker shut and sling my now heavy backpack onto my shoulder. As I make my way to where Oliver had said his locker was I spot a dreadful head in the sea of students trying to leave the school. Lucas. He spots me and gives me his evil Cheshire cat smile before heading to the buses. I swallow the bile in my throat and take a few deep breaths, trying to keep myself from tearing after him and beating his smug face into the cement sidewalk. But of course if I do that then Allen and I would be separated, and he knew it. Some how that little Satan spawn had figured out my situation. I take a few more deep breaths as I feel my anger rise. Finally after about ten minutes I know I can move again without doing anything violent and I push my way through the thinning crowd to Oliver's locker. He was already there leaning against it, one leg up with his foot to the locker, a book in his hand. Kenna was sitting down leaning against his leg listening to music, her head bobbing to the beat. Her eyes meet with mine and suspicion enters them as she elbows Oliver to get his attention. He marks his page with a bookmark before looking up to give me his toothy grin.

"There you are, I thought you had lost your way or something!" He says cheerfully. I blush.

"Sorry, I saw Lucas and waited until he left the building before heading over." I say trying to keep anger out of my voice. Kenna gets up, that suspicion still in her eyes. Anger swirls inside of me. Why did she keep giving me those looks? What have I done to make her so suspicion? The chick didn't even know me. Oliver's face pales at the mention of Lucas but he tries to cover up his obvious dislike by giving me another toothy grin.

"Good thinking. Come on, lets swing by your place." he says bending down to grab his bag and stuff his book in there. Before the book disappears into the bag I catch the title. Can't get there from here by Todd Strasser. One of my favorite books. He jerks his thumb toward the student parking lot and the three of us head over. We make our way over to a beautiful car and I stop dead in my tracks. There sitting in front of me was the sexiest car I had ever seen, my jaw couldn't help but drop to the ground below. I hear a snicker from beside me and painfully tear my eyes away from the car to see Kenna laughing. I glare at her and quickly turn my eyes back to the little slice of heaven in front of me. A Black nineteen ninety-Five Mazda Rx7 sat in the parking lot, making all the other cars look dull and dingy.

"This is your car?" I squeak out as Oliver heads over to it, unlocking it. He turns to me and gives me a proud smile, puffing out his chest. "How did you afford this?" I say in awe as I slowly go over to it. I place a hesitant hand on the hood. He laughs.

"I've been saving up for this beauty since I was about eight years old, Kept any and all money I could get my hands on in a small manila envelope and kept it on me at all times. I saved up over two thousand dollars, It helped that one of the families I lived with would give me and Jeremi part of the money the government gave them. Jeremi would give me her part so I could save up. For my sixteenth my mom and dad gave me the rest and Voilà Here it is." He explained, and again jealously shot through me. Why couldn't Allen and I have a foster family like that? "Here get in." He says and I snap out of my thoughts, pushing away the jealousy. Oliver was holding down the driver seat so I could get into the back, a apologetic look on his face. "The back seat is extremely tiny, sorry in advance." He says. I shrug, toss my bag on the floor and crawl in, now understanding what he meant. My tall frame was squeezed into the smallest space in car History.

"Holy Shit this is tight." I say as I draw my legs up to get some more room. Kenna snickers.

"That's what he said." She says before bursting into laughter. Oliver and I share a look in the rearview mirror and shake our heads.

"What are we in middle school?" Oliver asks and Kenna whacks him on the arm. "OUCH! Stop hitting me!" He whines as he turns the car on, the humming of the engine vibrating through me. "For being so Rude to me you do not get to select the music. Here Rolland you can." he says unlocking his phone and tossing it to me. I scroll through his music. Black Sabbath, In this Moment, Icon for Hire, Kansas, N.W.A.