HOWL [BOY X BOY]

006: School is Hell

"Talking"

'Thoughts' or anything that is written in cursive form.

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I closed the door of my room and let out a tired sigh. Seriously, those two never learn how to act like a freaking adult for once. Always on each other's throats like some damn kids, so freaking annoying. God, just thinking about them only made my headache worse.

I let out a sigh once again, to ease the tension and weariness out of my body before slowly trudging towards the bathroom and went straight to the sink. I look up to the mirror and sighed once again. God, I look like shit. My hair black looks matted and was sticking out everywhere. My once blue eyes are now dull and tired with ever-so-familiar dark circles under them. Hello, eyebags my old friend. My lips were pale and chapped and bruised.

'I look like a freaking zombie.'—I inwardly snorted mirthlessly as I took my shirt off and stared at my reflection once again. I can't help but let a groan in annoyance and frustration. I didn't notice it yesterday (because of some certain people) but my body hurts so much. No wonder, I felt tired more than usual. My body looks like a canvas, painted with cuts and bruises. Now I look like a zombie.

Those assholes really did shit on me yesterday.

I tentatively poked one of my fresh bruises on my chest and let out a hiss. Dang, that hurt like a bitch. Well, considering the beating I took before beating the hell out of them, it was surely expected but not welcome.

"Hiding this will be such a pain, ugh," I groaned, pinching my nose in annoyance. Just imagining those people's reactions is soooo gonna be a pain. Damn it.

I sighed for the umpteenth time and went straight to the shower. I took my remaining clothes off and turn the shower on. I let out a sigh of relief, feeling the warm water soothe my tensed and bruised body. I flexed my neck to the side, almost moaning in delight at the warm feeling of the water.

That feels so good.

As the warm water slowly trickled down from my head, down towards my body, I shuddered in delight and closed my eyes. I lightly bit my button lip as pants and moans came out of my mouth.

Fuck. So what if I had a very sensitive head? To the point, a small shower can turn me on. Sue me.

I hurriedly washed my hair and body as I felt my little problem down there was slowly turning bigger. I clicked my tongue in annoyance.

Damn teenage hormones.

I shut off the shower and grabbed a fluffy towel from the rack and hastily wrap it on my waist. I crouched down as I cover my face in shame, blushing madly.

This is why I don't shower in our school!

"Snow! The bus is almost here, you're gonna be late at this rate!" I heard my dad bellowed downstairs.

"C-coming!" came my reply, my voice cracking a little as I hastily stand up from my sitting position and went straight to my closet. I randomly grabbed a white tee, some ripped jeans, and boxers. I hurriedly wear it on as well as my shoes (of course, after re-bandaging my torso). I took my bag and my phone from my desk. I checked my bag if something went amiss.

"Snow!"

"Coming!" I finally grabbed my denim jacket as I ran downstairs. I saw my father calmly sipping his morning tea, already adorned with his midnight blue Armani suit while reading a newspaper. I made a face at my father's choice of drink then turn my gaze to the other side.

Oh.

"Hey, Danny! Come, let's eat! Your father's food is so good! Better than any first-class chef that my parents hired!" Luke exclaimed as he took a bite off his food, also dressed in his model like clothes already.