bingus x floppa

chaer 5 - im being held hostage making this shity fanfiction

You walk into school on Monday, a flurry of angry and sad emotions from the party. You look around at everyone enjoying their lives, talking about how great Floppa's party was. Little did they know that Floppa enjoyed himself a bit too much, and now you and Binguses' relationship is in ruins. You rush to your locker at that thought.

Lunchtime comes around, and Floppa looks at you before cocking his head towards a corner of the cafeteria where Bingus is standing, clearly distraught. You follow him over.
"Bingus, you have some explaining to do." Floppa says angrily.
"So do you, Floppa," you say frustratingly. "You were in there with him, it wasn't all his fault."
Floppa looks over at you with an annoyed look. "Well, maybe if he had told me he had a girlfriend, I wouldn't had made a move on him."
"I thought you could tell we were together by all the times me and him were hanging out," You say sternly. "We always were holding hands and kissing. Was that not obvious enough for you?"
"Well, I'm sorry I don't keep track of what you and Bingus do at all times." Floppa said sarcastically. "For the record, I saw you hold hands once. Never have seen you both kiss."
You clench your fists and grit your teeth, and Floppa does the same back at you. Part of you wants to be mad at Floppa, but you just can't. It was the truth that Floppa didn't know you both were together. 
Bingus breaks the silence. "Stop it, both of you," He says, putting himself between me and Floppa. "This is all my fault." He pauses to recompose himself. "Y/n, I'm sorry. I should have told you about how I've been feeling lately. The truth is, I can't decide. I have feelings for both you and Floppa. And I definitely should have stopped what happened last night and told Floppa about our relationship. And Floppa, I'm sorry too. I should have told you earlier." 

Silence. A billion things are rushing through my head, but one thing sits heavy in my mind. Bingus likes both me and Floppa? Then why has he been so distant still? I couldn't convince myself he actually still likes me. Surely he's using it as an excuse to try and keep me from being too upset. But it's too late now. I'm very, very upset. 
"I've ruined everything. I'm sorry. I should just go." Bingus takes off down the cafeteria and out the doors. Part of me wants to run after him, but I don't. And I could tell Floppa felt the same. He looked at me with a saddened look before turning towards the cafeteria doorway. "Wait!" I shout. Floppa pauses and looks back at me. "I'm sorry for getting angry at you. It's not your fault this happened."
"No, you're right," Floppa said. "Part of this is my fault. Unintentionally it was my fault. I made the move. But I couldn't have known that you were with him." He turns toward me. "I'm gonna make things right again. He still has feelings for you, right? He said so himself. I want you both to be together again." 
"Wait-" You call to Floppa, but he doesn't stop this time. He walks toward the cafeteria doors and disappears outside. You don't follow him. Instead, you walk over to Juan's table, who had been watching the whole thing go down.

You sit beside Juan, Mingus sitting opposite you. 
"You aren't going to run after Floppa?" Juan asked, taking a bite of an apple. "You might want to make sure him and Bingus aren't doing something nasty together again."
You sigh. "I don't think they will." You cross your arms on the table and rest your head on them. "Floppa said to me he wants to fix Bingus and I's relationship."
Mingus scoffs. "I think you and Binguses relationship is beyond repair."
I close my eyes. I don't know how to react to Minguses statement. Of course, I'm angry at Bingus, very angry. He definitely cheated. But something else in me wants to believe it would work out again. He did say he still liked me, after all. How do I show him he can trust me again? Or, perhaps, how do i rebuild my trust in him?

A tap on my shoulder breaks my train of thought. I look over my shoulder to see a dark skinned, black haired person in a black turtleneck shirt, with contrasting beige straight leg suit pants held to his hips by a leather belt. He looked very academically formal in a sense, and very well kept. Not a wrinkle in his clothing or a hair out of place. A straight A student, you thought.
He examines your face for a split second. "Someone around here said you know Bingus?"