𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐲 (𝚂𝚊𝚕 𝙵𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚛)

The Incident Without Bologna {Eight}

"My satellite,
Are you here tonight?"

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For the entirety of Monday, our group hangs out any chance we get. Everyone is in a better mood than we usually would be on a Monday. It's odd-- Sal and I even have tests today but we're all smiles and excitement. I guess this is what happens when you have good friends that actually make you happy.

While we're walking out of school for the day, Sal talks animatedly about his history test. He was really worried about it from what I remember. He swore he was buried in his textbooks all weekend.

"I really thought I'd fail it, but I guess I really did study enough. I have no clue how I fucking passed it." Sal laughs in disbelief and shakes his head. Like clockwork, his hand is in his hair, adjusting it back to the way it was. As usual, I find myself completely mesmerized.

After last night, I was worried that things would be awkward between Sal and I, but he seems even more comfortable with me than he was before. Probably because I agreed with him instead of forcing him to go through with the dare. I couldn't have done that to him.

Part of me is kind of sad because that was the only chance I'd ever have to kiss him. I'm happy that he's happy though. It proves that I made the right choice. If I'd made him kiss me, our friendship might have been ruined.

With as much as I like him, I'd much rather keep our friendship instead of us fall off completely.

"I can't say the same about myself. I failed Packerton's test. Bad." I laugh, looking up to meet his gaze. He's looking down at me, hanging on to every word I say. And for a long few seconds, I feel... special. The fact that he's paying such close attention to what I have to say makes my heart race.

It just sucks that our eye contact is so special to me and just normal to him.

"You're kidding! Packerton--" Sal cuts himself off when a new person appears beside us. Ash and Larry are far ahead of us, which can only mean the worst.

"No one's kidding, Sally Face. You're a fucking joke."

"Don't you have anything better to do, Travis?" I find myself snapping at the bully despite my better judgement. I even turn my head to glare at him. I'm so fed up with him and all of the awful things he says to Sal.

Travis is already looking down at me, his face contorting with fury. "Shut up, you stupid bitch. Unlike you, I have parents that never split up. You're just the spawn of a fuck ton of drugs and regret." Travis opens his mouth to say more and I'm ready for anything he has to throw at me. My family's past doesn't bother me like it used to. As far as I'm concerned, Travis can't touch me, especially with Sal Fisher right next to me.

But before Travis can get another word out, a fist-- Sal's fist now that I'm paying close attention-- flies into his already bruised face.

I'm shocked for a second, watching on as the two boys launch into a full on fist fight directly in front of me.

In a matter of milliseconds, Ash has run up and is currently yanking me away from Sal and Travis while exclaiming, "Now you can beat his ass, Sally!"

But Sal shouldn't be in this in the first place. If I had just kept my mouth shut maybe this wouldn't be happening. I don't want him to get hurt. I can't let him get hurt.

I break free from Ash's grasp, rushing forward just as Sal takes a punch to the face.

Larry jumps in at this point, beating me to the boys and dragging Travis away from Sal. I think he let them duke it out for a reason. Larry always has a motive.