The Golden Boy ⚣

08-his room

Chapter 8

His room
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"You're late." 

I raise an eyebrow and made a big show of looking at my watch.

"By thirty seconds." I say, and Kile shrugs.

"30 seconds of my life wasted." he sticks out his tongue. "You know, you can save a life in 30 seconds. Do you understand, Arryn? Do you understand that I could have saved a life instead of waiting for you?"

"Yes yes, I understand." I deadpan, walking past him to go inside the theatre room. I pause when I saw people inside.

"What are you doing here?" One of them, a boy with freckles and glasses, asks. 

Another girl, probably an 11th grader, blushes when I make eye contact with her and nudges the boy.

"It's fine, he can come here." she gushes, smiling widely. "Arryn Donatello, right?"

God, it's so obvious what she's trying to do. I don't believe even for a second that she doesn't know who I am.

"We'll just go somewhere else." Kile says. "We usually study here, but since you're already using it, it's fine."

The other 5 kids look at each other, and shrug. 

"We've resumed Theatre club because exams just got over for us." One of them explains. "We'll be coming here everyday after school."

"Well shit." I sigh. "Guess we need to find another place to work, right?"

"We'll leave you to it." Kile says, and shuts the door as we leave. "Shit, this kind of puts us in a tough spot."

"What? Why?" I ask. "We can just use another room."

"no we can't, because they're all locked." Kile explains. "All rooms except the theatre room and AV room are locked, and both are being used as of today."

"Uh, library?" I suggest.

"No way, I can't eat chips there." he denies, and I roll my eyes.

"I'm sure you can hold off on eating chips for 90 minutes-"

"Don't say such blasphemous things!" Kile gasps, clutching his chest. "Why, oh why, Arryn! Why must you wound my like this?!"

"Dear God." I mutter, and then shrugged. "Guess we could go to my place. It's pretty much free. Except my little bro will bother us."

"I have a better idea." Kile says. "Let's go to my place."

"Okay. Doesn't matter either way to me."

"Cool!" he chirps, and tugs my arm to go to the front entrance. I tense at that, breathing sharply at the foreign contact that I've been trying to avoid all this time. 

Thankfully he lets go when I start walking, and I follow him out of the doors.

"Should we take one car, or will you come in yours?" Kile asks, and I take one look at his car before saying, "I'll just come in mine."

Kile's eyes glint in amusement as if he knows what I thought, and I can't help the slight embarrassment that courses through me. Walking to my car, I can feel his laser sharp eyes boring into my back.

Starting up the engine, I reverse out of the parking lot, and just follow Kile's car as he heads down the road. I recognise almost everything on the way, except instead of going into Mulberry street, he takes the road to Jennifer square. Figures, he is pretty middle class.