It wasn’t until about two hours before the fight that Luis got a grasp of what he was about to do.
Nobody had taken his side. A few of his friends, acquaintances- whatever they were- had messaged him to see what was going on, but none of them actually offered support. He was on his own, and meanwhile, the JV football and basketball teams were lining up, ready to fight on Matt’s side. Luis wasn’t sure what to do with himself. He was freaking out. There was nobody for him. He knew he would be destroyed. To top it off, he would be suspended from school and maybe even arrested or expelled. People at school would finally know who he was- he would be the kid who got his ass kicked by Matt Foley for taking naked pictures of his girl and posting them on facebook.
There had to be a way out- a way to frame somebody else. He could pretend somebody had hacked his facebook… but who would believe him? He had nobody to back him up. If he tried to blame someone else and failed, that would just be another strike against him.
So how could he make it believable? It would have to be somebody who hated Matt, or had a grudge against Amber… or both. Plenty of jealous girls probably filled out the latter… but who hated Matt Foley? Everyone loved that kid. Some jealous girl might have done it, like an ex-girlfriend of Matt’s or somebody who like him before Amber came along. He had to find out as much as he could, and fast. There was one problem: he didn’t have many resources.
He quickly scanned through his scant list of friends. Him and Matt didn’t seem to have many mutual friends. All Matt’s friends were cooler and more popular and just all around better, it seemed.
Then he remembered that Matt had come from a local private school. So had his cousin, but… had it been the same one? There weren’t very many nearby… it had to be, right? He pulled out his phone and sent a quick text:
Hey Don- text me back. I don’t know if you saw what was happening on facebook, but I need to ask you something.
He waited. It felt like centuries, In the mean time, he tried to think of more options. His mind was unfocused, though. It kept flipping back to the text. Finally, it buzzed.
Yeah kid I saw. What the hell are you doing? That’s nasty! That kid went to my old school- he kicks ass.
Luis’s heart leapt. That was what he needed. Trying to ignore the last part of the message, he typed back quickly:
I think someone hacked my facebook. I need to know who it was. Does he have any enemies…?
He waited even longer that time.
Nah, kid. Everyone loved him. He beat up a few kids, but they all go to my school. I don’t really think there’s anyone who goes to yours.
Desperate, he typed back:
Who went to my school? There has to be somebody…
Was it possible? An even longer wait followed. Or maybe it was all in his head…
I don’t think so… the only one I could think of is this kid Kyle Summers. They wouldn’t let him in private school because they found out he was a fag. Everyone heard about it.
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Breaking Point
Ficção AdolescenteThis is an uncut, unsensored story with lots of twist and turns. Drama, romance, and the daily struggles many teens face with parents, friends, and the entire world. Based on true stories, "Breaking Point" goes beyond traditional cliches and into de...