Used to be Friends

Chapter 6 - I. Don't. Care!

Chapter 6

I. Don’t. Care!

Don’t even try to pretend that you care!

Of course he didn’t care! Adrian determinedly thought as he drove back to his house. Why would he? He just wondered if the injury was fatal. If it wasn’t, he wouldn’t have any second thoughts in kicking the ankle again.

Stopping the car that was given to him by his parents on his 17th birthday, Adrian stepped out of the said vehicle and entered their house. And just a quick step inside their house, the scent of pancakes filled his nose, making him realize that he was really famished.

“Mom, I’m home!” he called, going to the kitchen where his mom was flipping the pancakes while humming to the tunes of some random 1940’s music.

“Hey, sweetie!” Mrs. Tillford replied. “Alex came here a few minutes earlier. I sent him up to your room.”

Adrian nodded. “Right, sure,” he said, running over to the stairs and then to his room at record speed.

“Sup?”

Alex, who was sprawled out on his bed while reading a book, seemed surprise that he was already there, “What are you doing here?” he asked with an eyebrow rose.

“This is my room,” Adrian deadpanned. “I have the right to enter here when I want to.”

“I meant,” Alex said after a sigh, “this early? I expected your tutor session with Thompson will take longer.”

“It was supposed to,” Adrian grumbled, dropping his bag on the floor, and then quickly jumping on his bed beside Alex. “Only we got on a small verbal fight and I guess he was injured.”

“Injured?”

“Yep,” Adrian confirmed, staring blankly at the ceiling, trying not to let the words of Thompson bother him. “He pushed me backwards first, and then after that he randomly fell on the ground complaining about his ankle. He said it was by Dean and Sam.”

“Gosh, those two will never stop, will they?” Alex almost whined.

“Nope, I guess they won’t,” Adrian replied, his thoughts slightly clouded by Lawrence’s words earlier.

Don’t even try to pretend that you care!

He didn’t. Really he didn’t. He didn’t care about Thompson. And he never will. The fag deserved the pain he got earlier. If not, he deserved a lot worse than that. He needed to remind himself to give both Sam and Dean the thanks they deserved.

“What’s wrong?”

Jumping slightly out of his thoughts, Adrian sat straight on his bed, shaking his head slightly. “Nothing.”

Alex didn’t seem convinced, raising an eyebrow to Adrian. “Seriously, what’s wrong? Something’s up.”

“It’s just that…” Adrian began, clearly wanting to explain everything, but something—a small part in him was inkling telling him not to. He wanted to tell Alex everything, but he knew it was too hard. “It’s nothing…” he settled for an answer, sighing quietly.

Alex just stared at his friend, knowing that something else was completely bothering him. But knowing that Adrian could become a monster when pushed too hard, he decided to change the topic. “Okay, then. Are you hungry?”

Adrian let out a small sigh of relief, nodding carefully at the guy. “Yep.”

“Well, come on then. I’m your guest, I have to be fed!”