Paper Planes

Chapter 18

Good morning, afternoon, and evening, my dudes, dudettes, and dudems. How's it going?

To be honest, I'm a little tired, but that's only because I just woke up maybe 30 minutes ago? (That's around 8:54 PST).

Anyway, I hope you enjoy.

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Now, I'm not one to snitch.

If you aren't aware, snitching is tattle-telling. But that doesn't sound as cool. I guess the word just went mainstream.

Anyway, I would never snitch, not on purpose. But that's kind of hard to not do when you're best friend was bullied by your bullied.

"Specs Wilson!" I walk into their house with anger, and I have no care that Mrs. Wilson or Boots are sitting on the couch.

I walk and stand in front of TV, staring accusingly. "Why didn't you tell me that Oscar was bullying you?!"

"Wait, what?" Mrs. Wilson sat alert now, and Boots' eyes widened.

"It wasn't a big deal", Specs sighs, throwing their phone on the couch. "He just—"

"No, no, it is a big deal", I shout over them. "Because you shouldn't of had to go through that. He is my problem."

"Nick—"

"He shouldn't of had contacted you." I cross my arms against my chest, holding tears back. "And why wouldn't you tell me? I could've—"

"There's nothing you could've done", Specs sighs. "I didn't want to bother you."

"Stop." We turn to Mrs. Wilson, who's holding a hand up. "Boots, go to your room."

"But—"

"Now, please."

I watch as Boots sighs and grabs his phone, walking out of the room. Silence fills it in his absence, and I kind of feel like there was no reason for him to leave at all. "What happened?"

We both start talking at the same time before— "One at a time!"

"Morris told me Specs was bullied by Oscar", I say, not realizing what words were falling out of my mouth.

"The hell are you doing talking to Morris?!"

"Watch your mouth, Sam. That language will not be tolerated in my house." Mrs. Wilson waits until we're both sitting down before continuing. "Now, Nick. What do you mean Sam is being bullied?"

"This guy named Oscar", I start, tapping my fingers against my leg. "He's been going into Specs' DMs and telling him all this stuff."

"What stuff?"

"I don't know. Morris didn't tell me", I shrugged, looking at her with sad eyes. "I just know Jack showed up to his house and gave Oscar a few good shiners."

Mrs. Wilson sighed. "I don't know who that is, but okay. Now, Sam. What did he say?"

I turned to Specs, who was staring at their lap with arms crossed defensively. I wanted to hug them, but they would break down and we wouldn't be able to understand what they're saying. Honestly, that sounded like the best option. "Specs?"

"Just a lot of crap, okay?" They sighed and rubbed their forehead, a headache most likely coming on. "They were just words. I'd rather not talk about it."

Mrs. Wilson furrowed her brows and frowned. "Not all words are 'just words', baby. Sometimes they mean something more. Something dangerous—"

"He didn't say that", Specs nearly shouted, clearing their throat. "He- he didn't. It doesn't even matter. Can we stop talking about this?"