Noah's POV-
I excused myself from the kitchen, stepping away I answer the phone. Immediately I hear my dad's voice filled with rage.
"Where in Gods name are you Noah." His voice was gruff, ragged, and tired.
"I'm at Jermeys house." Jermey is my bestfriend, he's a bisexual with an attitude and I wouldn't have him any other way.
My dad seemed to have bought my lie, and very unhappily told me to be home by 12pm. I said I will, and hung up.
"Are you okay?" I turn to see Kyle peering through the doorway. I sighed, exhausted and with a headache. All the happiness I had in the kitchen slowly floated away from me after the phone call with my dad.
"Yeah. I have to go though, send my regards to your mom. Keep my shirt wherever it is." Kyle looked puzzled, actually, he stared at me like I was a puzzle. Trying to piece my life together. I smirked on the inside knowing he would never be able to figure me out.
Knowing I would most likely never give him the chance too.
Slowly and hesitantly, he nodded - showing me the way out. I gave him a small smile, thanking the Lord above I wouldn't ever have to deal with this again.
He's a jock Noah, I thought in my head; you're a nerd. The social rules state, your kinds will never be mixed. Didn't High School Musical teach you absolutely anything? They're all the same anyway, players on the field and off it.
I shook the thoughts away and called Jermey to pick me up. As if I had any other friends to call..
If I called my mom she'd probably be mad that I was so irresponsible and then have a rant how my dad should keep a better eye on me and truthfully, I'd rather not deal with all of that right now. Especially with this headache that I have right now.
It feels like my head is having a fucking party.
"Y'ello."
"Yo dude, can you pick me up?"
"Sure, be there in-"
"I'm actually not at my house." I cut him off.
"Where are you?" I can hear the confusion in his voice.
"Kyle.. Kyle Reed's.."
A/N: this is my first time writing one of these stories, I apologized for any mistakes. Thanks for reading, See you in Next Chapter!

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