Fake Love - Kevin Khatchadourian (Ezra Miller)

9

Kevin wasn't in school this week. It gave me anxiety and got me in trouble various times. It's Friday and thankfully he'll be back next week. Although we hung out after school it's not the same. My boot hits the leg of the desk.

Soweto Washington, one of the school's athlete glanced at my kicking. I gave him a death stare and kicked harder. He looked away disturbed. I groaned mentally at the notes on the board I was supposed to be writing down.

The teacher sat on her desk reading us a passage of the teachers manual for this lesson. If Kevin was here, if he was here we wouldn't be bored out of our minds. My thoughts about Kevin haven't been the best lately. I know he doesn't think I can handle myself.

I cringe hearing a strange creaking noise following after something small hitting the ground. I sigh knowing what was to come. I check under the desk and saw tiny screws spilled under the broken leg of the desk. I smirked and kicked it one more time for it to fall on the floor causing a huge impact.

"What on Earth was that?" The teacher placed down her booklet and walked to the where the leg stood. All my classmates looked at me and so did the teacher. I shrugged and saw Soweto from the corner of my eye giving me a dirty look.

"Soweto did it" I blamed the boy next to me. I glanced at him and at the piece of metal on the floor. "He was fooling around with my desk" I signaled to the unbalanced table.

"I did not, Irene is the culprit" he protested raising his hands in the air. I shook my head is in no. No, I didn't do it. He did it. If he didn't have to stare, I wouldn't have accidentally broken it.

"Irene, please confess to your doing" the teacher kindly advised. She smiled at me and picked up the pole. I snatched it from her hands and pointed it back to her.

"But I did not do it" I shrieked. My childish voice made the teacher back up, only a little bit. Her mouth opened and her nice act was done with me.

"Irene, not only did you damage school property but you also violated the schools dress code" she took the pole from my hand for safety reasons and went back to her desk.

My head went down and I was left to contemplate about my outfit. Pajama shorts , a long sleeve and slides. I didn't see the problem with dressing up so causally. Did she like all my scandalous and perfectly planned outfits? Dammit Irene, thanks for messing up.

"Detention for you, Irene" she specified leaving Soweto out of this. In reality detention is just a free class where naps and weird fetish fantasies come alive to me.

(time skip brought to you by kevin's dIC-)

It's the end of the day and here I was all alone in a room where the paint began to chip from the walls and the teacher was a world language director. Just because my phone was confiscated didn't mean I still couldn't have fun.

Glasses off

Glasses on

Glasses off

Glasses on

The way the teacher began bubbling in slight aggravation was funny. I grinned at him and let my fake glasses rest on the bridge of my nose. The teachers keyboard let soft clicks fly around the room. It was satisfying and all until the teacher let out something he couldn't hold in anymore.

"I'll be back. Stay put" he coughed out awkwardly shifting up from his seat and shuffling slowly to the door. I waved goodbye to him and pointed my middle finger at the now shut door. And now I was left all alone.

I leaned my head back and shut my eyes closed. Not even a minute later, the door could be heard creaking. Someone had entered the room and it couldn't be mister shit himself. I rested back to my normal position and saw a whole God in front of me. Kevin was wearing a crop top. I repeat a crop top.

"What the bloody fuck are you doing here?" I laughed getting up and running to him. I hugged his waist and walked with him squished together to my desk. His hand awkwardly tried pulling me away.

"You kept blowing up my phone about how much you hated that teacher for handing you detention out" he explained taking a seat on top of the desk I was sat in.

"Oh my Prince Charming has finally arrived" I wooed falling back into my seat with a hand over my forehead. His gasp was exaggerated. I took off my glasses and placed them on him. He looked like one of those sexy nerds you'd only see in movies or porn magazines.

"Let's play a game while we're at it" I puckered up my lips and pulled out my raspberry chapstick. I placed it on and wiped away the excess chapstick around my lips. I raised my finger up his lips and he gladly took them in. I felt his cracked skin rasp against my skin.

"Penis," I said biting my tongue.

"What" He chuckled loudly getting off the desk and leaning on it with both his arms out to support him.

"Now you have to say it louder. The one who says it the loudest wins" my finger outlined his hand gripped onto the edge of the seat. He seemed surprised at the concept.

"Penis" He said a little more forcefully, his eyes squinted with uneasiness. I hid my face in between my arms to hide the redness that my face was becoming. He looked like such a complete dummy saying that.

"Penis" I rang out opening my mouth.

"Penis" He replied with an increasing volume. I stood up and leaned closer to him.

"Penis" I shouted into his face. He looked unsatisfied and leaned in some more.

"Penis!" He screamed into my ear. His voice bounced off the walls and back into my ears. I giggled and waited for my turn.

"PENIS" I screamed at the top of my lungs that it almost came out as a shriek. I stopped to breath heavily and caught sight of Kevin dying of laughter on the ground. I joined him and got on my knees. His hand grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me towards his lips.

I crawled a little more so both our faces were touching at this point. I laughed and pushed him hard onto the floor hearing the back of his head make contact with the floor. The teacher came back at that time. Shame.