Some Secrets Should Stay Secrets

Chapter 20

PJ laughed with his friends as they took turns getting high. Now the dark skeleton didn't take as many hits as the others, namely because he didn't want to be hammered when he saw Fresh next. It was honestly an odd thing that he was doing, changing himself for Fresh, doing things for the guy... It was strange to the jock.

Suddenly there was a click of the door. The old door to the room was anything but quiet, which was why stoners usually went up there during lunch or passing when there's already so much noise.

However, the small group of jocks hurried up to hide. Every stoner knew that this was their time and no one else went up there to disturb them. No one but a teacher.

The group kept their breathing quiet, their bodies hidden on the other side of the of the squared shaped building. They listened as the old doors cried as it was opened and closed.

Soft, quiet steps walked across the gravel, moving to the ledge. It was there, the group saw who it was.

Fresh sighed as he rubbed his eyes under his glasses. He felt so tired. He didn't know why, he's been getting better sleep and he hasn't been needing to push himself too hard.

Shaking his head he tugged at the ugly plaid shirt he was wearing. Some people can pull it off, but he just wasn't one of them.

Quickly, he pulled the fabric off him, hanging it over the ledge. SIghing more, he rubbed his hands over the rough, horrid scars and scratches that litter his torso.

PJ eyes widen in horror at the markings on his young uncle's body. The scars were old and were made by a variety of different weapons, every mark looking painful.

Taking a deep breath, the parasite took off his glasses completely, setting them down on his shirt. He then reached into his bag, pulling out a thick bunt.

Fresh didn't even hesitate to take a smoke, roughly leaning against the ledge and slowly breathing the grey fog out. He looked so tired, his cracked sockets and scarred body giving off the impression of a veteran.

The parasite heard the hard creaking of the door, but he didn't make a move to stomp it out. Instead, he gave a dry chuckle.

"I was wondering when you'd pester me here." He called out as the gravel crunched under someone's feet.

"You weren't somewhere alone." A rough voice called out, the dark jacket of the main Coach showing. "I thought you quit." The glitched muttered some, leaning against the ledge with his brother.

The parasite gave a smirk, it was old and rough despite his young age.

"I did, but somethin' isn't settlein' wit meh." The younger brother cleared his throat quickly. "Sorry, but..."

The air around the two went quiet, the older monster nodding his head to the unspoken words. Something felt wrong to him too. He wasn't sure what though.

"You know, there's some whiskey in that vent." Error blandly motioned to the broken vent next to his younger brother.

Without even questioning the glitch, Fresh opened the busted grate and pulled out an opened bottle of whiskey. Quickly, the teen scoffed.

"Cheap shit." He said, even as he opened it and took a swig of the alcohol.

The broad skeleton snickered, snatching the bottle and taking a couple of gulps.

"Honestly, these kids don't even know good booze even if it hit them upside the head. Or anything good for forgettin." The dark skeleton joked, both of them roughly laughing.

"Yeah, we couldn't get drunk off this even if we had twenty of these." More laughter, a rough, brotherly laughter. "Damn, how light weight are they?"

Error wheezed some, leaning against the working vent as he took another gulp before tossing it back to Fresh. With ease, th parasite caught it, taking a quick jug himself.

Soon a tense air surrounded the two, their bodies hard like stone. They weren't looking at each other, but the group of jocks did see their coach often glancing up at Fresh, at his wounds.

"I'm sorry we couldn't get to you sooner." Error's voice was soft, gentle in a way.

Even with this soft voice, a wince still was Fresh's reaction, his free hand moving to a scar.

"It wasn't your fault... I got too cocky..." A wince was the glitch's response. He felt guilty about it, very guilty "Now, tell me," The parasite's voice dropped it's friendliness, turning to this business type of serious. "What'd you really doing here?"

The dark skeleton turned his head away, glaring at the ground as he took a deep breath. He knew his brother was gonna ask that. He really didn't want to answer that.

"I need you to stay away from PJ, Брат." (Brother)

A scoff left the other's mouth, grabbing the older's attention. His brows scrunched together some, confused.

"I would if I could," Fresh took a quick swig of the alcohol before putting it back. "He's practically living in my house."

The confusion became more clear on the coach's face.

"He told me he was staying at a friend's house."

The two looked at each other, confusion on both of their faces before they shook their heads.

"You'll talk?"

It was Error's turn to scoff. He leaned back some before stretching out his hand. For a second his younger brother looked confused again before making an O shape with his mouth and handing his glitchy brother the dead blunt.

With ease, the glitch relit it and started to break it in.

"I won't tell him much, but if he's like me in anyway other then appearances, then I guess I'll have to... I don't want him to-"

"Go on a rampage like you did in Danv?" The parasite quirked an eyebrow, an amused smirk on his face.

The other made a face, glaring some. Yet, he said nothing about it. All he did was hand the lit blunt back to his brother and straightened himself.

"We'll see you before you go." He muttered vaguely, leaving the area to go see his Kiki.

Once the adult left, the scarred skeleton relaxed and sighed heavily. He looked so tired and stressed in ways that hurt PJ.

"I really hope he's not like Onii-Chan." He grumbled to himself, stomping the blunt out as he fixed himself.

After that, he grabbed his bag, placing his glasses over his eyes and left.

More mysteries were opening up around Fresh, mysteries that were starting to piss PJ off.