The Jock, The Nerd and The Geek

27

You've wanted this for so long...

A hand rested on his, Paris turning as he saw Marcos looking at him. The male stared at him, his brown eyes warming as he gave a nod.

Something he knew meant 'It's fine.'

Was it?

Still, he went on the stage, hearing the whole school burst into an encore as he did so. The Basketball team hooting when he shook the Principal's hand, receiving an envelope, and when he looked back at the crowd, found Marcos smiling at him.

After school, everyone wanted talking to him again. Abel, Matteo. Every single fucking person that avoided him, talking to him because he had bettered Alex. Like that was supposed to make him feel good?

But he didn't act that way. Instead, he acted exactly like he always did. Cool. Chill. Collected. And immediately he got home, walked straight to his Father's study and slammed the award on his table.

Sebastian, who was still as busy as usual, stared up from the table, looking at Paris as the male said, "I'm the best in Wystwood High. Are you happy now?"

His Father stared at him, then slowly, rose the paper up, his eyes scrolling through it before he let out a small sigh, returning it back on the table and saying, "If there's anything else—"

"That's all I get?" Paris asked. "You sending me away? No 'congratulations'? No 'I'm proud of you'? Nothing?'

"Paris," Sebastian looked at him now. "I'm sure you can tell that I'm busy—"

"I fucking did this for you!" Paris snapped, slamming his hand on the table. "I— I literally— Do you have any idea the things I did, to get here?"

I stayed by her side. I worshipped her. I let her do whatever she wanted. I fell in love with her. And she can't even fucking remember any of that.

"For me?" Sebastian asked, disapproval in his voice. "Don't throw a tantrum like a child. This, is clearly for your sake. You know what happens after your graduation so do not say that it is for me."

"How can you still want to do that?" Paris asked, "You know that you don't have to. What the fuck are you punishing me for?"

Sebastian suddenly pressed his lips together, his hand going back to his file. "If you have nothing else to say—"

"Father. I did not kill Zephyr."

His Father stiffened, his eyes slowly looking up at Paris, the anger in them evident as he said, his voice holding back a rage of many years. "Get out of my office or—"

"Or what?" Paris asked. "You think there's anything you could do right now that would terrify me? Scare me? I've done— I've done shits that would terrify anyone. I've faced my fears, and I've met someone that's taught me to do what the fuck I want. You have no right, to hate me, for something that I can barely remember."

"How can you remember anything with that stupid brain of yours?" Sebastian demanded, standing. The hate he had held on, for so many years showing as he did so. "You were never the bright one."

"But I'm the one still alive."

His Father seethed immediately, his hand flying across Paris' face. "How dare you?"

The story of the Holmes was something no one ever spoke about because it was never a good beginning. Sebastian Holmes and Elise Wellington were highschool sweethearts, and though the female had loved him as much as anyone would love their other half, Sebastian had only planned to use her as a resting place since she was the daughter of a very known and rich politician and he needed financial support when his turn for the Holmes Test began, but unfortunately, she had gotten pregnant through the whole thing and he was tied to her. Forever.