Boys Will Be Boys (v.2)

chapter one - the main office, obviously

chapter one — the main office, obviously

LUKAS WAS SITTING IN MY CHAIR AGAIN. The desk in my room creaked precariously as he pushed all his weight from my rolling chair onto it. He tested his weight once more as I watched on from the bed, too lazy to stop him. His biceps flexed and contorted as he kept trying to break the wood, and I finally made him stop when the creaks turned to cracks. He could be an actual idiot sometimes.

"Cut it out, Schmitt" I yawned, leaning back into the headboard. My feet were propped up on one of my pillows, one sock half-pulled off, probably from something stupid we'd been doing.

Lukas frowned at my chastisement, pursing his lips before rubbing a hand through his hair. His finger caught on the blond locks and he gave up mid-comb. Groaning, Lukas let his head fall back in exasperation so it was balanced on the top of the chair. The entire chair slid back at an angle and I wondered what would happen if he fell. Probably nothing.

"What should I do now?" He whined.

"I don't know. Do my homework or something" I shrugged, shooting him an innocent smile as he raised his brow.

"Kieran" He sighed, shaking his head. He stretched his arms out behind him to rest his head on them, pushing himself around in my chair. His socks slid against the wood, unable to give him the needed traction so he could zoom, so instead, he was left moving the rolling chair around with an undignified shuffle.

I smiled to myself, quite content with how easily I could annoy him. Lukas was decidedly apathetic when it came to most people. Simply put, he didn't give a fermented shit about what anyone had to say about him, or anything anyone said or did in general. I was the lone exception. He was my best friend, yeah, but I could piss him off like no one could. It was one of my many skills.

"Kieran"

Another one of my skills being tuning out my name being called over and over again.

"Kieran!"

It's an unrecognized talent, honestly.

"Kieran Mogan, are you sleeping in my class?"

That doesn't sound like Lukas.

I jerked awake, taste of paper strong in my mouth. I lifted my face from the desk, hood shielding most of the sleep from my eyes. Pulling on the drawstrings of my hoodie, I tried to look a little bit awake so I could give Ms. Bitchass a reasonable enough excuse. I smacked my mouth, tongue dry and tasting like Shakespeare.

"Kieran, I'll ask you one more time, were you sleeping in my class?"

I looked down at my sheet; the work I had managed to do before conking out was blurred by drool. I grimaced. There was no point paying attention to the lesson if I didn't have legible notes, it would be a complete waste of time and effort. I knew better ways to waste my time, none in the confines of this dingy-ass classroom.

"Yeah, okay, Ms..." I trailed off, unable to conjure up the name of the teacher. She scowled in my direction, ready to pounce. I rolled my eyes.

"...I was sleeping. Jesus. Even a blind person could tell. What do you want? A confession? Here it is: I was sleeping in your class. That clear enough for you, or do you need me to repeat it a dozen times like you were?"

"Enough. Detention with me after school today, Mr. Mogan. I expect to see you this Saturday and the next for Detention as well" She started to make her way back to the front of the classroom, thinking the confrontation was over. All her half-empty head could focus on was finding her goddamn PowerPoint on Shakespeare's life.