“So then I was thinking Friday after Hellfire we could-” Gareth was saying but Eddie stopped listening the moment he saw Jason walking down the hallway towards him, a huge smirk on his face which only meant one thing, trouble with a capital T.
“Freak, you got a minute” he leers, coming to a stop just behind Gareth and followed closely by Patrick and Andy.
Figuring that it wasn’t going to end well, he put his hand on Gareth's shoulder pulling him forwards and out of the way as he pushed past him and put himself between the younger boy and Jason. “Well, well it must be dire if you’re coming to little old me, Carver?” Eddie taunted, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the lockers, tilting his head in anticipation as to what Jason wanted.
“You could say that but it’s not my problem, it’s yours” he smirked, raising an eyebrow as the boys behind him snickered, clearly knowing what bullshit Carver was trying to sell him. Eddie remained straight faced as he listened, he learned long ago not to let bullies like Jason know what he was feeling because if they knew how much it really hurt then they would never stop but at least if the attention was deflected onto him it meant the rest of the club didn’t have to deal with it.
“Yeah, this little scrap of paper that slipped from Chrissy’s bag in History says so” he sneers, holding the neatly folded slip of paper between two fingers, right in Eddie’s face almost mockingly. Without thinking he reaches forward to rip the paper from his grasp which only makes Jason laugh, Eddie may pretend he doesn’t care but hearing Chrissy’s name fall so easily out of Jason’s mouth boils his blood and makes it hard for him to remember not to show he cares. “If I was you I’d rethink my whole relationship” he sneers, walking off and leaving Eddie alone again with Gareth.
“Hey man, I wouldn’t believe a word he says” Gareth tries to reassure his friend but Eddie’s too wrapped up in the paper in his hand. It's the same paper out of Chrissy’s notebook and it even smells like her perfume, how can it not be from her.
“Uh yeah, I’ll see you later” Eddie mumbles, brushing him off and heading straight for the doors at the end of the hall that lead into the parking lot. Once out in the bright sunshine, he heads straight for the little picnic bench in the little clearing in the woods by the school, the place where he met Chrissy way back when, the day that spiralled them to where they are now.
Dropping his backpack onto the bench next to him, he stared at the paper looking so delicate in his hands. He couldn’t help the feeling of guilt that washed over him at the thought of snooping into her stuff but what Jason had said stuck with him and there was no way he’d settle if he didn’t see what was on the paper. But then he should give it back to Chrissy, let her tell him whether he could read it or not. It was like he had a devil on one shoulder and an angel on the other and it was stressing him out.
He didn’t know how long he sat there for, contemplating whether or not to open it but however long it was it was enough for him to cave as he carefully opened it up. The paper rustled against his fingers as he unfolded it but nothing could prepare him for what he was going to read. It looked like Chrissy and one of her friends were passing notes in class but the notes weren’t about school gossip, nope, they were about his and Chrissy’s relationship.
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