A/N: Okay...so in FF world, we have a term called Wussperv friendly. The friendlier it is, the less angst and tension, and heartache is in the chapter. (100% being perect with no angst or anythin, 0% being..well..death i spose.). This chapter, is...i'd say, about 47% wussperv friendly. Yeah.
It's a long'n too.
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DROWNING INTO THE BITTER DARKNESS
KANE's POV


"Mr Richards, if you could be so kind as to concentrate in my class, perhaps you could tell me what 'x' represents on the scatter graph?" Mr Horgan raised his stupid fucking bushy brows at me with his arms folded as he waited for an answer.

I narrowed my eyes at that fucker and looked down at the stupid diagram on my desk.

"0.23" I muttered with a smirk, pretty fucking proud that I had the answer. Bushy brows nodded curtly at me and wrote the answer on the board, before continuing to lecture us on some other kinds of bullshit related to Math.

Glancing at the clock, I sighed when I realized there were only 10 minutes left till I could leave this damn class, and see her.

Suranne.

These past few weeks had been, undeniably, fucking bliss for me. Mom was still getting counselling, and looking much better every fucking day. Ashley absolutely loved the shit outta Suranne, and they spent every waking moment together. Well, that is when she wasn't at school, or in my bedroom. Or in her bedroom. Or on my desk. Or even on my piano.

Yeah, my girl loved that fucking piano.

I couldn't explain how I was feeling and how most shit had seemed to be working out for us. Even fucking school had calmed down a notch. People didn't stare as much, in fact they kinda got used to it, and they had no choice, because my lips were forever connected to Suranne's whenever I got the chance, and I didn't give a shit at who looked at us.

What was weirder was that I didn't even hold any animosity towards Kate anymore. Ever since the confrontation all those weeks ago, and Suranne leaving with her, and my fucked up breakdown in my room, and Suranne coming to my house, and the fucking crazy, awesome sex that happened after, it was like something inside of me had just fucking...let loose. Like I had let out all the shit which I had been holding inside for so damn long towards her, and now all I felt was...calm.

And it was thanks to my girl for that shit.

So yeah, these six weeks or so had, in one way, been fucking heaven.

However.

And yeah, there was a fucking however, because if you looked under all that bullshit, all the smiles, and kisses, and calm feelings, and mind blowing sex, shit looked bleak and damn right fucking ugly.

Although my mom had been getting counselling, and doing better every damn day, the bitch that was counselling her was getting fucking worse.

In the space of these six weeks, Aimee has given me countless hints that she wants me, and, yeah...I'm not surprised. I may love my girl, but I'm still a big headed motherfucker and I know that chicks think I'm hot, and so would gently hint back to her that I was with someone.

It didn't fucking deter her.

She still made innuendos at me, brushing past me, sometimes even being brave enough to "accidentally" brush her hand against the crotch of my jeans. Her clothes were getting more and more tight and skimpy, but no matter what I said, she just didn't fucking stop.

And this was stressing me out, because although I knew I would never do anything with that blonde bitch, I hadn't told Suranne about her attempts either. And I knew I should, but I also knew it would result in some fucked up girly cat fight or some shit. And I didn't need that shit.

But that wasn't all.

Even though I was glad my little sister loved Suranne, Ashley was becoming more and more of a fucking cockblocker for me these days, it was pretty much impossible for me and Suranne to be together in my room if Ashley knew she was here. She would literally bang on the fucking door till Suranne agree to come out and hang with her. So, recently I've had to resort to sneaking her back just so I can get a decent fuck as her Aunt still doesn't trust me, and we can only go back to her place if she's at work or some shit.

So yeah, at the moment the action I was getting was fucking minimal, and, coupled with the shit about Aimee, I was getting more and more worked up.

But guess what? That still isn't fucking all.

Although school had become a bit calmer, and I held no animosity towards Kate, that sure as shit didn't mean that she didn't hold any towards me. But I could deal with that shit. I couldn't give a fuck if she hated me.