Chapter Thirty Four : Lockdown

I walked up to the front door of Dakota's house, hesitantly knocking on it with the back of my knuckles, wondering if it'd be today that I'd be able to see Dakota. I hadn't spoken to him since the dinner and it wasn't by choice. Each time I had tried to see him, Mr.Moreau made up an excuse, he's not in, he's not well. The front door swung open and Mr.Moreau emerged from behind it with a bright smile but it hid something.

"Luka, my boy. What can I do for you today?" He asked.

"Is Dakota coming to school today?" I asked, already knowing he was. It took him a moment to come up with a lie to tell me.

"Dakota is still sick, sorry son." He said before closing the door, leaving me standing in place. I scoffed before turning around and walking down the porch steps.

"De Angelis." Coach motioned for me in the middle of practice, to be quiet honest I was thankful he did. I couldn't focus on anything, not the drills, my classes, not anything. I was spaced out half the time as my mind filled with thoughts of what was going to become of Dakota and I and why Mr.Moreau was keeping him out of school. I figured it was a bit much for smashing a bottle of, more than likely, cheap wine.

"Yeah, coach?"

"Moreau, where's he been?" He asked with an arched brow, speaking in a hushed whisper.

"You're asking the wrong person, coach." I said with a shrug as I averted my eyes from his.

"You let him know the big game is in two days, son. We need him." He said patting my shoulder and sending me back into the field.

My parents won't give me as much as a word about anything either. Each time I asked, they gave me one worded replies or none at all. It was becoming frustratingly painful being the only one in dark. Mr.Moreau was never one to keep Dakota from the one thing he wanted him to be good at, football.

Practice went by in a blur with half assed efforts that I couldn't be bothered with, even when the big game was so near. I walked into the change room, sweaty and out of breath as I grabbed my duffel bag from my locker. I was more worried about Dakota and if the night of the dinner would trigger him to go on a drinking binge.

"No Dakota, again?" Michael asked me as I slid off my jersey, along with my gear.

"No." I said as I hook my head with half a smile.

"What was that about anyhow?" He asked, turning around to face me. I shrugged in reply, pretending not to know as I finished changing out of uniform and sliding on my shirt. Was it wrong of me for wanting to keep Dakota's little problem a secret? Did that I mean I was ashamed for people to know about his alcoholism? Or was it the right thing to do as a best friend? That's what friends were supposed to do, keep secrets, keep things between one another.

"Luka, I know this might be the wrong time but.." Michael paused, looking down at the floor before averting his eyes back to mine and I had a feeling of what he was about to say. I turned away from him before shoving my uniform into my duffle bag, I didn't have to guts to look him in the eyes.

"I still have feelings for you, to be honest I don't think they're going to leave any time soon." He chuckled. I didn't utter a word as I closed my locker door before swinging my duffle bag over my shoulder.

"I don't expect you to like me back but I just needed to get that out." He said before walking to the exit.

"See ya." He said over his shoulder as he began walking out. I rubbed the bridge of my nose, it felt like I was in some soap opera with a one sided love triangle that I didn't want to be apart of. Even though Michael and I hadn't dated, I was too much of a priss to have an actual conversation with him after practically blowing him off. Dakota and I were still in the grey about our relationship but it felt wrong being around Michael. Maybe I was just reading too much into it like I always did, I was good at that.

I'd decided that I was going to speak to Dakota today, whether my parents or his wanted me to or not. If I waited any longer, I felt I'd go mad with anxiety, worrying about if he'd stray from this new sober path he was on. As soon as I got out of the building I started running, ignoring the weird stares from each person I passed on the way home. I struggled to open the front door but after much toil I'd managed to swing it open, sweatier than I'd been during practice, I could feel the burning redness in my cheeks as I slid off my shoes.

"Hun, are you okay?" My mom asked me as I walked to my bedroom.

"I'm fine." I said between pants of hot air, closing the door behind me before throwing my limp body on the bed, exhausted and out of breath.

"How was practice today?" My mom said during, dinner as she cut into her steak, another night where it was just the two of us at the overly big table but I should have been used to it by now.

"Fine." I simply said, ready for another lecture of how it could be better than that.

"That's great." My mom said with that usual gummy smile she'd always given Dakota after hearing any of his great achievements that he accomplished. I arched my brow at her questionably, she had never used the word great directed towards me, matter of fact I think it was the first time hearing it.

After dinner I laid in bed, gathering the courage to get up to walk across the street to Dakota's house. I wasn't afraid and it wasn't Dakota I was scared of, it was my parents and his, if I got caught I was done for. It didn't need to be said but I sensed Dakota and I were off speaking terms until Mr.Moreau decided otherwise, something that's never happened before aside from the time we'd nearly set his carpet on fire.

I let out a deep breath before sitting up and getting out of bed. I crept over to my window, slowly opening as not to make a sound. I stuck one leg out before the other, glancing over my shoulder, hoping I wouldn't find my mother staring menacingly behind me and toss me back in. I walked around the side of the house, darting my eyes back and forth between the dark empty streets and Dakota's house, some of the lights were still on, including his bedroom window. I bolted across the road, keeping my eyes fixed on his window, searching for any sign that I'd given myself away.

I walked up to his window, ducking my head in hiding before lightly tapping on it with the back of my hand. His head appeared from the other side with a smile spread across his face at the sight of me, I found myself grinning too.

"What are you doing here?" He asked before extending his hand out towards me.

"I- I missed you. I wanted to see if you were okay." I said before grabbing his hand and climbing in, nearly misplacing my footing.

"I'm on lock down until the day of the big game." He said as I stood up and brushed myself off. I looked up at him, feeling warmth at the sight of his doe hazel eyes that I'd missed seeing everyday along with his freckled face. He put one hand under my chin, pulling me closer and grabbing my waist.

"Did you say you missed me?" He grinned, our faces inches apart.

"Uh.." I stuttered, avoiding his gaze. Did I say that?

"W-what I meant was-"

"I missed you too." He said before touching my lips with his, they were soft and moist as they immediately moved in sync. It felt so long that the very touch from him made me want to moan in pleasure. I could feel myself getting lost in his embrace as he recoiled his tongue in and out of my mouth, the exchange of saliva made it even more pleasurable, almost euphoric, like a drug I couldn't get enough of. I indulged in the feeling of our tongue's rubbing against each other while our hands explored one another, going into unknown territory that was becoming all too familiar.

I led him to to the edge of his bed while our hands grabbed at each other's clothing as our lips continued to move against one another, panting heavily in between each kiss. I was beginning to remember every inch of him, the scar on his rib cage when he'd broken it as kids, the way his wrists felt soft and tender as I grabbed them and pinned them above his head. I leaned over him, pressing our bare chests together, roaming his mouth with my forceful tongue and I could tell by the way he groaned in my ear, by the redness of his freckled face, that he liked it. Our fingers interlocked as I deepened the kiss, wanting nothing but to touch every inch of his body with my mouth.

My breathing was heavy as I buried my face in the nape of his neck, calming myself in hopes of us not going any further, even if I wanted to, badly. I gave him one last kiss on his cheek before laying down beside him, gazing into his eyes like stars before cupping the side of his face.

"I love you, Luka."

"I love you too, Kota."

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