Conversion Academy [boyxboy]

Conversion Academy {13}

The next day, I decided to go for a little walk once I woke up. Sometimes walking helped me clear my mind and ease my stress a bit.

But, man, I wish I had just stayed in bed. Seriously Killian, learn that physical exercise always ends badly.

And it did. Because when I was walking back to the dorm, I saw Mikayla sitting against the side of the building.

And me, trying to be a nice guy, walked up to her. "Hey. You okay?"

She glared at me. "Go away."

I frowned. "What's wrong?"

"It's Sunday," she said, as if that explained everything.

"Uh...yea, you're right, it is. And tomorrow is Monday. So what?" I asked.

"Sunday is..." She hugged her knees to her chest. "My dad is in church right now. I bet someone took my mom to church, too."

"Okay," I said in confusion. "Are your parents not supposed to go to church? Are they cheating on the synagogue?"

She glared at me again. "What the fuck is the point of going to church?"

I shrugged. "Some people believe in God. I went to church when I was a kid. My mom still goes every weekend."

"But why? I don't get it. Why would you worship God if he's just an asshole," she said bitterly.

"Oh my insulted god," I said, staring at her. "Did you just call God an asshole?"

She nodded, dropping her gaze. "He is. I mean it. If God is real, why does he let all this shit happen in the world? You know, I don't really believe God is dead. I believe he's real and that's more terrifying than the thought of him being dead. Because if God isn't dead, then that means he's just letting all this shit happen."

"Well, God can be pretty harsh. There was that whole flooding the earth thing," I said.

"One time I told my mom that God was a jerk," Mikayla said.

"My mom would slap the shit out of me," I said, not even wanting to imagine her reaction.

Mikayla looked up at me. "She hit me so hard that my eye swelled shut for three days."

I stared at her for a minute as I let that register with me. Oh. Oh god. I was such an asshole. Who gave me permission to speak?

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling awkward. What did I say to that?

Mikayla stood up, eyeing me. "You don't belong here."

"I don't," I agreed. "But I didn't get much say in it."

Mikayla got that hard look back in her eyes. "What are you after?"

"What?" I shook my head. "I'm after a very long nap and a trip back home."

"No. You. Kaz. Why are you running with Kaz?" she demanded.

"Because he said he'd help me get through this hell," I said.

"That's it?" she asked, looking suspicious.