Boys Locker Room

0.5

-Liam pov-

He's here again. The dark eyed boy held my gaze as he balanced a plate of cafeteria food in one hand, and a cup of smoothie in the other. Yohan stood at the marble table facing Patrick's back. The boy he stood behind had ear buds in both ears, music blasting so loud that I could hear it from across the table.

"Patrick."

"..."

"Patrick!"

"..."

"Patrick!!!"

The boy slowly took his ear buds out and turned around. With eyes digging daggers into the yeller, replied in a calm and unfazed tone.

"What do you want Yohan? It's lunch time, can't I have this one moment to be alone and not see your infuriating face?" Yohan just shook his head, walked over to the other side and nudged me to scoot over. Excuse me, I know he's my crush's best friend, but that doesn't give him the right to be rude. Nevertheless, I moved my plate and drink over to sit next to Patrick, leaving Yohan sitting across.

"Nothing, I just wanted a change y'know?" our table blankly looked at him. By the looks of Faith, Nam, and Patrick's confused skeptical face, I could tell that if this guy was sitting here, it was either; one, he needed help or something, or two, there's something wrong with him.

"I'm sorry what?" Nam pushed her plate forward as she dramatically leaned in, her eyes narrowed.

"I. wanted. change." Yohan coyly replied. I'm new and I didn't think it was weird, but Nam had been here since elementary, so whatever Yohan was doing, must not be according to the status quo.

"Change? Change what? Your hate for me?" a deep voice chuckled, Patrick looked up from his sketchbook, which he had been working on instead of eating. The black leather-backed book was closed. You could see the worn-ness of the book, it's leather starting to fade and the seams creased. A simple black 2B pencil rested atop, with an equally dark shaded sketching eraser beside it. The boy himself too, was dressed more darkly than other days. His hood was up, shielding most of his face and he had let his bangs fall down, covering most of his eyes.

"I just wanted to sit here, is there a problem?" The reply was sharp, edged and unpleasant. Patrick just rolled his eyes before picking up his pencil and eraser and dropping it into his backpack.

"I'm gonna go play four square."

'Wait."

"..."

"Patrick, stop."

"What?"

Yohan reached across the table and snatched the sketchbook off the table before Patrick could grab it. Faith started to get up to get the book back but Nam stopped her. She whispered something into Faith's ear and they both stayed seated. I on the other hand, along with Om, was starting to get worried.

"Give it back."

"No."

"Yohan, give it back!"

"I said no." Patrick still had his head bent down, hood up and eyes hidden. A hand held out, in waiting for the other boy to return the sketchbook.

"Where's May?" Yohan still didn't let go of the book, his eyes were hard, yet there was a small tint of curiosity in them.

"What?"

"Where's May?"

"Why?"

"Are you deaf? I'm just asking where is May!"