GOLDEN BOY, BAD BOY のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 131 - チャプター 140

THE RUN The engine of Jake's car rumbled as he drove around Brookwoods' darker side. The streets here were quite different from those in Brookwoods High. No bright street lamps, fewer luxurious houses with well-trimmed lawns, and more abandoned buildings with boarded-up windows. The storefronts were behind rusty shutters, and the years had long faded the signs. Several people waited by the corners in the orange light of street lamps, watching every passing car. Jake gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands; his teeth were clenched. He turned the radio off. He did not need any music and anything else to distract him–he only needed to complete the damn run and go home. He glanced at the small clock on the dashboard: it was 8:43 pm. Aaron had told him to arrive at the location before nine, and he had already driven for almost twenty minutes. He turned into another street and passed a closed laundromat and an old convenience store with two men standing outside it. One of th

THE SPACE BETWEEN USBy Monday morning, Ethan had convinced himself almost entirely that the weekend had never happened. Almost.Ethan stared at the reflection in the mirror, adjusting his glasses for the third time as the sounds of Jake getting ready downstairs echoed through the house. The morning sunlight was streaming through the small window above the sink, turning the glass pale and highlighting every tired feature on Ethan's face. Ethan looked normal. That was important. Normal. His hair was messy but tidy, his school shirt was neatly tucked into his trousers, and his backpack was already slung over one shoulder.None of it indicated that he had spent most of Sunday thinking about Blake. None of it indicated that every time he closed his eyes, he remembered sitting beside Blake, watching as the evening passed away out the window. None of it indicated that the thought of Blake leaning closer made him feel sick in the pit of his stomach.Ethan sighed and grabbed his toothbrush. H

THE EYES THAT FOLLOWEDThe figure vanished from view at the corner of the athletics building before Ethan and Blake even reached the parking lot. Ethan didn't see it – neither did Blake. They were both far too busy walking side by side, whispering to each other and saying nothing important at all.It seemed odd – almost too ordinary. After all the things that had occurred between them, Ethan had expected any time spent with Blake to be dangerous. Yet this night was simple. Blake wasn't acting like anyone else, and Ethan wasn't trying to figure out if he should put some distance between them. They just walked together."So," Blake said, filling the space between them with words, "what do you plan on doing tomorrow after school?"Ethan glanced at Blake. "I'll be studying."Blake groaned. "Sure.""Why?""You always study.""That's because some of us actually need to pass their classes.""I pass.""Hardly."Blake dramatically placed his hand against his chest. "Ouch."Ethan laughed, makin

Price Of SilenceBlake found himself standing in the hallway for a few moments longer after Ethan disappeared in the opposite direction. There were students slowly coming back from their break and entering the classrooms and they created some noise, but for Blake, everything seemed oddly distant. All he could think about was the sight of Ethan — the fear in his eyes, the fact that he grabbed his backpack so tightly and his silent explanation.Blake took his phone and opened Ethan's contact. He typed *Are you okay?*. Blake looked at the text and erased it. He typed: *Talk to me*. This text disappeared as well.Blake put his phone in the pocket. He knew that if Ethan did not want to say anything and Blake would try to make him, it will not change anything, but there was something wrong about the situation. Ethan did not look at him in such a way ever.Blake started to move toward the classroom, but he stopped in front of the lockers and stared at them. 214. Why did he do it? Ethan was j

SOMETHING TO PROVEThe following day was surprisingly mundane. And that was precisely what Ethan liked about it. Nothing suspicious was waiting for him on his cell when he awoke, no unidentified caller, and no photograph reminding him that somebody has been stalking him. For the first time since the whole story started, he could breathe easy, forgetting about the possible threats.He came to school earlier than usually and stood next to his locker, slowly placing his books there, when some of his fellow students appeared in the corridor.Then he sensed a familiar smell of Blake's shampoo when someone leant against his locker, without even turning his head to see who it was."Morning, nerd," Blake greeted him with a friendly smile, lightly knocking his knuckles against the metal door of his locker.Ethan smiled even without looking at him. "Morning, idiot."Blake grinned and tilted his head to catch his eye. "You missed me.""I saw you yesterday," Ethan answered, taking a book out of h