Boys Will Be Boys (discontinued)

Chapter Eleven

<Lukas' POV>

Monday felt like a nightmare, the day oozing by slowly like honey off a spoon, but it was anything but sweet -- a triple test day in fact. Honors Economics, AP Physics and AP Calculus all had decided to bust their students' asses with a motley of quizzes and projects, finally accumulating into tests on Monday. I fucking hated Monday. Not only did I pull an all nighter on Sunday to cram, but I was left with absolutely zero time to see Kieran, and so the weight of having to tell him festered.

"Bruh, I'm positive I fucked up all the derivatives" Roger whined, angrily smearing his fries with way too much ketchup.

"Which ones? Physics' or Calc's?" I timidly sipped on the bottle of Sprite I had gotten from the vending machine. As luck would have it, our school was fresh out of coffee, so I was relying on sugar to keep me alive.

"Both. All of the above" Roger's voice was muffled by the table as he buried his head into his elbows.

"My mom is gonna kill me, they're so simple too -- fuck"

I patted his back sympathetically, not quite sure how to placate him.

"What happened to Lee?" DJ slid into a chair, Marco not far behind. He had a bowl of cold spaghetti from the cafeteria in his hand, a plastic water bottle in the other. Marco proudly opened up his brown paper bag, only to frown when he saw a baloney sandwich. Marco hated baloney.

"Calc and Physics" I explained to DJ who nodded with a frown. DJ was in our Calc class so he knew how shitty the rest had been. Marco just winced as if the the word Calc would hurt him.

Marco was a smart guy, filled with tons of random facts, but he never really applied his memory to academics.

"I have Econ after this, I don't think I can make it" Roger groaned. I had Econ in the morning and could scarcely recollect enough to calm Roger's nerves. Besides, when Roger was in one of his GPA-crises I found it best to let him mull in self pity. Roger and I were the only two in our group who shared all of our academic classes; we didn't share schedules, but we had each other's back when it came down to homework and shit like that.

DJ was a literal math god, so I figured he was staying quiet since he had no problem on today's test. Me, being a salty bitch, reminded myself that DJ only had to take one test today, not three.

"Where's Kieran?" I wondered out loud, setting my jaw down on my hand.

DJ chuckled in response, Marco screwing up his face in what would hopefully be a helpful recollection.

"Hmm, I'm not sure, but he was in homeroom"

Marco proceeded to steal a whole-ass meatball from DJ's bowl of spaghetti. Unfazed, DJ slid the bowl in front of Marco before grabbing Marco's baloney sandwich. The trade off was silent but mutual. DJ even casually took a sip from Marco's water.

They looked gay.

Is that how Kieran and I look?

I hope so.

"Hi, um, excuse me" My thought process was broken by what seemed to be an incredibly mousy-looking girl. Her hair was up into a ponytail, red locks forming thick curls at its tip. Her eyes were a murky brown, nose shattered with freckles that reminded me of Kieran's.