Orphanage AU: Lams

Chapter 50: Divide and Conquer

There will be a lot of different mini POV's again. Connecting the dots behind the main focus. You know. Me being me. This one's Boyfs!!

---Michael's POV---

I resolved that John would never be hurt because of me, beginning with me not displaying my gayness on my sleeve- literally- as I had wanted to do when I came out.

Also, I would not give our resident asshole any reason to beat me because I wasn't going to drag John back here either, to deal with said asshole, get beat up, and have to leave his cool job and crush behind again.

Which meant, of course, pushing my straight game to the max. I tried slicking down my hair, but it's like Harry Potter's- the curls just won't stay flat.

"Get the fuck down!" My curls refused. Huffing, I pulled out my phone and kissed the picture of Jere on my homescreen, then tucked it back in my pocket and threw my stuff together for school.

2 notebooks

1 heavyass textbook

2 binders

A shit ton of loose paper

A roll of oreos- gay or not they were fucking delicious

3 bottles of MDR

4 baggies of expretly hidden weed. You would not believe how easy it is to get pills and weed. Just go to a football game and sit in the right spot on the bleachers.

Throwing my backpack over my shoulder, I trekked out the door feeling like a pack mule, meeting Jeremy at the crosswalk.

"Why are you here? The bus late?" I wondered out loud, smiling nonetheless at Jeremy's uncomfortable morning expression. So much more gorgeous than the smooth, disdainful look the SQUIP gave him.

Jeremy just shrugged his slim shoulders, muttering sheepishly, "I dunno, just thought I'd walk with you bro."

I grinned, praying my hood would hide my blush again. "Sure thing buddy."

Jeremy flicked his tongue through his braces, plucking at the bands and making him look very kissable as he fell into step with me, studying me.

"What?"

Jeremy looked away, back to the lit sign calling a football game in a couple of days. "You still got your hood on," he mentioned, a blush coloring the back of his positively beautiful neck. I wondered whether he'd squeak or moan if I kissed him there.

Figured it would depend on the type of kiss.

I tugged my hood off, pushing it under the headphones around my neck. "I'm actually fine this time."

Jeremy looked really relieved and I tried not to blush again that he'd been worried. My bruises were gone, faded away, mostly, and I hadn't gotten beaten up for a while.

Because John took those mother fucking blows instead of me. Which reminded me.

"Hey dude?"

"Yeah bruh?"

"What was dating Brooke like?" I kind of sprang the random question out of nowhere, but I didn't really have a thing to lead up to it, so I just decided to cut to the point.

Jeremy looked taken aback, but answered, "I don't know, ma, I felt weird because I didn't like her, but she's chi- she's cool."

I knew she was lit, she was a good friend, but I wished he would go into more detail on dating her. I could tell Jere didn't want to talk about it, though, so I dropped it.