Done. Just Done. (Dem_White_Boys FanFic)

Kale's P.O.V.

Math: Done.

English: Done.

Biology: Done.

Me: Done.

I sit on my book,binder, and notebook filled bed and sigh. Once again, I am behind in my studies because I came to this school in the MIDDLE OF THE YEAR! And knowing dad, we'll probably move yet again in two or so more months. He's apart of the secret service. We have moved just about 28 times ever since mum died. After she died when I was 12, we moved from Australia, and dad joined some homicide secret service crap.

The longest we have EVER stayed ANYWHERE is 9 months. And I would kill to get those nine months back. We lived in Troy, Alabama, and that's where I met John Stephen Grice. Bright blonde hair, perfect smile, bright green eyes that lit up whenever I tryed to crack a funny joke. I remember the first thing he ever said to me,

"OHMWAYGWAD I CAME IN THE FRONT DOOR AND THEY WERE TALKING ABOUT DEAD PEOPLE!" I smile at the thought. I remember being his best friend, and going to the beach with him.I remember him telling me he loved me, and kissing me, out of no where.  On that shore. Ha!

I remember how  we got to that beach. We stole my dad's intern and he flew us to Virginia Beach. My dad was pissed.  But after the first five times, he gave in and stopped grounding me for taking him to the beach. It was what? Either the seventh or eighth time we went that he kissed me.

Dad loved him. And that's rare for dad. I remember leaving my window open at night, and waking up with John's arms around me, and his head resting in the crook of my neck, while he was snoring softly, his breath hot and ticklish against my skin.

I start to tear up as I remember my last day.

The night before my dad told me we were moving as soon as the truck came in the morning. I for once in my life, didn't want to move. At other places they made fun of my pure Australian accent, but not there. The day I moved here I met John. And I didnt want to leave John either

The next morning I was all packed, eyes red and blotched from all the crying I did the nught before. I walked next door to his house and told him the news. He nodded and basically shut the door in my face. I spun around, crying harder because that was my first true heartbreak. Then I was gone. And now I'm in Washington DC, missing him with every heartbeat.

I blink back the tears and swallow hard.

Kale. He's probably with another girl. No use crying over something that happened not even a month ago.

I close my eyes and bite my lip.

No use.