Change (Boyxboy.)

Chapter 1

Hey guys. The chapter before wasn't really a chapter.. More of a prologue. 

This story will be mostly from Kyle's POV. But sometimes I will add shit up from other POV, like the murderer or the police department officers. 

Hope you guys enjoy! 

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Two months later. 

I was late again. That sucks. 

I forgot to put on my alarm, and it was already 7:30. I was so late. Well, you can't help a hangover, but you also can't tell that to your teacher as long as you are under the age of 21. 

I groaned as I slipped into  a black skinny jeans, buttoning up my white shirt that contrasted my tan skin. That was when I peaked into the mirror. I was 180 centimeters , and I was thin with  slightly defined muscles. My  muscles were a bit outstanding with that shirt.  My bright green eyes were covered by my usually drawn backwards blonde hair. Dark blonde mind you. 

 My hair was messy , but who said I cared? 

 I grabbed my backpack , that actually had nothing in except for few pens and one notebook that I used in all classes to make the teachers think I am taking actual notes. 

 I swung it onto my back and groaned as some car horned and I knew exactly who it was. 

" I am coming! Shee!"  I yelled while snatching a piece of toast smeared with  butter from the plate on the table. My aunt was in the kitchen with her hands on her small waist, her expression disapproving. 

"Kyle." 

I stopped and rolled my eyes. Here it fucking goes. 

"Yes Shannon? " I asked politely yet I gritted my teeth. She was such a nag. 

"Sit. We need to talk. " Oh no. I knew that voice manner way too well.

"Sorry Aunt, I'm late for school yanno. Can it wait for tonight? " I asked as I turned to leave the kitchen. 

"No, Stay here. We both know you are not going to do anything productive , and your grades show it! Now sit here and tell your friend to drive away. I will take you to school." 

I rolled my eyes and marched to the front door, only showing the upper part of my body  as I thumbed down. 

Randy , my cousin and a student  in my new school got the message and left the driveway. 

I came back to the kitchen  and sat down on a chair, my elbows are propped against the counter. 

My aunt sighed and cupped my both cheeks in her hands. 

"Kyle. I know it's hard on you but you have to man up. Your grades, the way you treat school, the way you treat us, you taking drugs. Yes, I know you take drugs, you should have though of stop leaving your pills in your pants pockets dear."

I didn't want to speak. I didn't want to talk to her. I liked my aunt and I knew it was hard on her to take me in. 

My uncle died few years ago from cancer and now it was only her and Randy. Randy was an year older than me , and I was 16 now. 

"Kyle listen to me! I am taking you to a therapy. " She said  and even I , the most dense person in the world could detect the waver in her voice. 

She was afraid of my reaction. So yes, I know I had some problems ever since my family was murdered.. But it was had to cope. And she knew that. She was my mother's sister. She knows what I feel.