Closeted (BoyxBoy) [2014 Edition]

24: They Will Remember Me - Kyle

Daze.

I found myself in someone else's bed again.

I don't remember a single thing that happened last night. I glanced at an iPhone that was laying carelessly on the nightstand next to me. It was morning. Saturday morning.

My body slowly rolled out of this queen sized bed, careful, but not mindfully of the person who was resting next to me. I didn't even need to look at them to realize that it wasn't Gabriel Knight. I could hear their slow breathing however, it was calm. It was a nice difference, compared to everyone else's in my life.

I stood in this mysterious room and glanced at my surroundings. After studying the layout and recognizing the black and white theme, my mind cooperated in remembering whom I had lain with last night.

A nobody.

Quickly slipping on the clothes that I assumed to be mine on the carpeted floor, I was alerted to the sounds of morning moans from the owner of the room. I turned my eyes to face them. I was greeted by dark brown irises and a tan-skinned face that was partially covered by shaggy and chaotic black hair.

"Good morning," he cooed with satisfaction plastered on his unimportant face. Clearly he had enjoyed my company more than I had enjoyed his, "How did you sleep?"

"Well," I answered dryly. I fixed the collar of the red polo shirt I wore and buckled the loop on my leather belt that snugged the khaki pants to my lower half. I wanted to spend no more time with this quick fuck.

"Good. I slept like a baby, because last night was amazing," a compliment I've heard hundreds of times. I subconsciously rolled my eyes, "You're leaving already? I was thinking we could go get breakfast-"

I stopped him before he could continue and finish his sentence, "I'm sorry. I have somewhere else to be, but the thought is appreciated."

A small smile from me reassured the guy's heart, not wanting to hurt his pitiful feelings so hard, "Okay then. Thanks for staying the night with me, Kyle. I see how you got a guy like Gabriel Knight to be with you."

"Mhm," I whispered, snapping my watch's wristband to my wrist. This conversation was already over in my head. As I started for the door, he called after me, much to my annoyance.

"Can I call you later? I want to see you again."

Getting in the heads of these people is starting to become such a chore. They beg for this, fucking cry and whine for that. It's honestly, so fucking, exhausting. But, it's a necessity if I want to get where I need to be, so I'll play along for the time being.

"Sure," I walked over to him laying underneath his black duvet and kissed him on his forehead ever so light and gentle. After doing so, I left.

Honestly, sex is so much more fun when your partner is someone you want to have sex with.

...

After making it to my Italian, white brick, two-story house, I pulled into the roundabout of our two-car garage's driveway. My parents were home, great. More annoying, fake ass brown-nosers to deal with.

Unlocking and entering the door, I was greeted by the sound of excited chatter coming from our dining room. I threw my black leather jacket over the head of our white cream, leather cabriole sofa and strolled meticulously into our grand area.

There at the extended glass table sat my parents intruding on a letter addressed to me from what seemed to be the administration of Livingston. The crystal chandelier made their eyes twinkles in pure curiosity, but mine lacked in that department.

"What the hell do you two think you're doing, going through my mail," I demanded to know, stomping over and snatching the paper from their shared grasps. Before I could start reading the note, my mom jumped out of her seat and attacked my back with the most grandiose fucking hug that had ever existed.

"Congratulations honey!"

"For what," I questioned her. I looked down at her short stature, watching her pin her blonde-dyed hair into a ponytail and express all of her emotion with her green eyes.

My dad took a stand next to her, his brown hair with streaks of grey seemed to vanish with all of the radiance coming from his body. It showed the happiness in his blue eyes as well.

"Read the letter, son. We think you'll like it."

After gracing them with a well-deserved eye roll, I turned my attention towards the subject of the matter. It read:

Dear Kyle Jacob Collins,

Congratulations on completing your course curriculum with Livingston High School in the City of Los Angeles. You have shown due diligence in excelling higher than any of your peers in all of our integrated school systems. With that being said, we having something to recognize you for.

We on the behalf of Livingston High School Faculty and Staff, as well as the Los Angeles Unified School District, we would like to honor you with the Presidential Student of the World Scholarship, a once-in-a-lifetime award only granted to one student in America chosen among 20 million eligible candidates every four years.

The Presidential Student of the World Scholarship is not only an honor, but grants you the ability to take your studies anywhere in the world. Not only will every cost of your college fees be paid in full upon enrollment, but you will be granted a 5 million dollar allowance for any expenses not covered by the scholarship.

In order to receive the Presidential Student of the World Scholarship, you must maintain the highest grade point average between the moment of receiving this notification and your senior graduation date. Failure to do so will disqualify you from receiving the honorable perks.

If you have any questions, Kyle Jacob Collins, please do not hesitate to contact your administration or the U.S. Department of Education.

Thank you,

Jeffrey Langham
Principal, Livingston High School

My heart, stopped.

With every word read, my heart slowed down and seeing the official seal of the DoE next to the principal's signature was all I needed to see in order for me to realize that I wasn't breathing. My body was frozen in space, my mind was traversing time, but my soul remained intact.

This, is what I was working so hard for. This is what I manipulated each and every person that I came across for. This was what I was living for. This is what I've worked my ass off for. Countless nights of no sleep studying for the most impossible tests. Infinite hours of paperwork completed so that every assignment was perfect. Immeasurable amounts of knowledge maintained in my brain for anything that dared question me. This is what I deserved, more than anyone else. This was mine. This was for me. This.

Recognition.

When I finally gained control of my body, I turned towards my parents and stared at me with the widest expressions I've ever seen on their faces- as if they've seen fucking Casper himself flying around me.

"Wh-what is it?! What are you two staring at?!"

They didn't respond. All they did, was embrace me in one of the largest hugs that could've ever been given. But why? They didn't give hugs. But yet, they were hugging me.

I was crying.

For the first time ever, Kyle Jacob Collins, was crying. Even though it didn't show on my face, but years of bottled up emotion poured out in these tears. So much suppressed anger, unforgivable thoughts of happiness, and unthinkable feelings of sadness. All of it, came rushing out.

Mom, Dad.

Friends, family.

Evan Simms. Liam Jenkins.

Gabriel Knight.

Kyle Jacob Collins is done.