Boys Will Be Boys (discontinued)

Chapter Thirty

<Kieran's POV>

I counted three weeks since Lukas had last called me.

It wasn't even a call really, just a short FaceTime showing me his room and his roommates. He had two roommates as far as I remembered. One was a super chill stoner named Masson who'd been chill about Lukas and I. The other was a prissy rich kid named Leonys who'd demanded that Lukas signed a contract to prevent him from spreading his gayness or some shit like that. Lukas and I had found it hysterical, but I figured people like Michael wouldn't have found it so funny.

Michael was kind of like a gay-activist in my head, whereas Lukas and I were more chill.

Casual gays.

And I was a casual bi.

Even so, being the casual bi I am, just to make Leonys uncomfortable, I had gone on a rampage detailing our relationship to Masson on speaker. He'd found it hilarious, Lukas looking disapproving but amused the whole time. The call had only ended when Leonys had grabbed Lukas' phone to hang up once I blew him a kiss through the phone screen.

Lukas had texted me a hasty apology and I'd wished him goodnight.

And that had been it.

School had gone ahead and started without my permission, the weight of senior year hitting me like a Japanese bullet train. I'd gotten my college shit over for the most part, Lukas having played a huge role in getting me to finish it over the summer. I was still flip flopping between who I wanted to play basketball for. UCLA had offered me all I could want, but UMich was a dangerously close second.

They were both D1 schools, but UMich had Lukas. It was almost unfair.

Almost.

Debt was just a little more serious, and UCLA's recruiters had promised me some serious financial aid.

"Kieran? Honey, do you want me to bring dinner up?" My Mum's voice warbled through the wooden floor.

"Nah, I'm coming down Mum"

I slammed my textbook shut, unable to concentrate. Some days I was getting my homework done by ten, but today was not one of those days. I had barely scratched the surface of all the shit I'd been assigned. I tested out of the extra-help math class in the beginning of the year thanks to Lukas and his stupid, smart ass. I was now in the normal, precalculus class for seniors and I was not doing too hot.

I'd failed my last test and forgotten a few homework assignments (the damn teacher didn't write them down anywhere, only verbalized it and, shit, I wasn't listening to her) so I was coasting through Precalc with an uncomfortable F. Remedial English and Remedial Science were fine and easy, but the teachers were hell bent on making life miserable.

I hated school without Lukas.

Without Roger.

Without DJ and Marco.

I'm so fucking done. Fuck.

I yawned, pulling out my cheapass earphones and pausing whatever shitty music I'd been listening to. Shitty feelings called for shitty music, so I had classical music bursting through the stringy wires of my dollar-store buy.

I made my way downstairs, stomach rumbling noisily when I realized just how hungry I was. I'd been in and out of the kitchen all day, snacking on whatever unhealthy crap the pantry had to offer. Yet, even after finishing an entire pack of Oreos and a family pack of Doritos, I still had it in me to want dinner.

"Kieran! Look who's here" my Mum excitedly called, a smirking Ms. Keisha draped over the kitchen countertop like she had no other place to be.

"Ms. Kiesha" I greeted her coolly, grabbing a plate of corned beef and cabbage my Mum had set up for me.