It Was You (PewDieCry) // discontinued

Break-Out

Felix

"Sorry won't cut it, Felix." I sighed, following the brunette around.

"I was angry, Marzia! I even apologized to Cry, you can ask him! Please-"

"Do not give me the regular I-made-a-mistake thing! You've made mistakes in the past, and I've forgiven each and every one of them. Remember when you hit me? I forgave that too, because I loved you! Now, this is the first mistake you notice- the biggest mistake ever- and you think a sorry's going to fix everything?!"

Yes, we were fighting in the halls. Of course, people began filming the event as Marzia continued to rant to me everything I had done wrong. Finally getting fed up, I slapped my hand over the girl's mouth, dragging my her away.

"Felix Kjellberg is begging you, here- do you not understand what kind of a mistake you're making?" The petite girl growled at me slightly, glaring daggers.

"No, you're the one who's making a mistake. You can't have everything in the world because you immediately assume everyone's scared of you. Even Cry, the one who wears a mask, is more of a man than you! He knows what's worth fighting, and Felix, you're worth shit."

The brunette began to storm away, leaving me to vent my anger. That 6th period, I learned two things. 1: There was a new kid; his name was Jarin. 2: He was after Cry.

"Felix, you okay?" I was sitting alone at a chair in the corner, waiting for everyone to leave the class- I was going to stay for detention, this time around.

My blues glanced to the awkward boy who shifted uncomfortably.

"What's it to you?" I spat out, dragging my knuckles across the bottom of the desk, waiting for the boy to make a mistake so I could beat him.

"I was just asking," Cry replied, quickly walking away to another person.

I glared daggers at the man whom Cry hung out with: Mark, of all damn people. A mixture of a growl and groan escaped my lips as I punched the wall for the twentieth time, not paying any mind to the blood trickling to the ground.

The bell rang and I sprang to my seat, about ready to run to that bastard Mr. K's class when Mrs. Kennedy grabbed me by the collar and dragged me to her seat. I observed as she sat down Cry as well, patiently waiting until everyone left.

"There's been rumours that you two have been fighting," she began, strawberry blonde hair jumping with every syllable.

"I plead the 5th," Cry exclaimed, earning two looks. "Oh right, only in America..."

Sighing, Mrs. Kennedy continued to drown on about a "anonymous" student complaining to the principal constantly with the fights, and things with Cry going to the hospital and all.

The only thing that really caught my attention was when she said, "I will be taking your phones to ensure you two bonding." "What?!" "Bitch, you're crazy! I have a life!" Protests boomed out of both our mouths and the two of us jumped up in protest. Mrs. Kennedy wouldn't have it, and snatched our phones, putting our phones in her purse.

"You two will be staying until 6 pm today, and the principal will get you out." And with that, she left.

The detention went by fairly slowly, and it was only when Cry spoke up for time start going by faster.

"Felix, I think there's something wrong." Cry had been peering out the window when a small kitchen timer went off in the class room. I scoffed, already standing by the doors in anticipation to leave.

"What?" I half-snapped , glaring at the masked man. He sighed, crossing his arms in an attempted pout.

"Keep that tone up, missy, and you won't find out," Cry chastised, before continuing, "There are no cars outside."