chapter fifty.

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cormac and i hadn't spoken at all since monday when i went to his house to confront him about the blackmail. we weren't friends anymore, i knew that. yet i didn't know what to expect when i got to school. but it's now friday and i've spent every day this week eating lunch in the toilets like a loser. my friends have abandoned me and i feel too guilty to go to lionel.

oh, lionel. i haven't spoken to him since monday either. he knew i was going to speak to cormac so he probably knows thats why i've been off lately. i don't know if lionel ever went after cormac. i hope he didn't. my ex-friend doesn't have any visible bruises on him so thats a good sign i suppose? god, what has my life come too?

i was currently sitting in the same cubicle i had for the last few days, munching on my cheese sandwich. a tear streamed down my face as i wondered if i had made a mistake ever giving lionel the light of day. a very large part of me, if not all of me, wants to blame him for my falling out with my friends; but i know that'd be nonsense. i made the choice to get involved with lionel. i made the choice to put my friendships in jeopardy. i did this, and now i'm miserable.

my phone started ringing. i flinched at the surprise. with a brisk wipe of my tears, i took my phone out my pocket and answered the call.
"huntley!" it was my dad?
"hi dad."
"just doing my little checkup, how's school?" and as much as i wanted to fake it and tell him how great this school was, i couldn't. i broke down crying, dropping my sandwich to the mucky floor and my phone along with it. the tears spurred out and i grasped my face in my shivery hands. it had been a long time since my last panic attack, but i remember it like it was yesterday. my legs started shaking against the tiled floor and my head was spinning.

i heard my dad say something over the phone like "i'm on my way!" and then he hung up. i didn't care though, hell i didn't even move. i stayed still in my cubicle and cried until i eventually heard my name being called on the intercom.
"hunter thompson to the principals office, hunter thompson to the principals office." i sighed in defeat.

after steadying my breathing, i slowly got to my feet and dusted myself off. i felt like shit, but i knew my dad was here to take my home so i decided to focus on that. i quickly picked up my phone and shoved it into my back pocket before rushing out the cubicle and into the hallway where i then started speed-walking towards the office.

knocking on the door was awkward, knowing it was lionel's mother who i was going to face. i know she probably knows about me and her soon, afterall i used to sleep over every single day. but she never mentioned it to me, and as far as i know she didn't mention it to him either.

"come in!" i heard her say, and i followed her command.
"hi." i whispered, taking a deep breath. i watched her eyes trail across my red face and swollen eyes.
"oh, hunter..." she cooed, which i hated. i hated looking so vulnerable infront of people j barely spoke too. this was just embarrassing.

i ignored her comment, "i think my dad's here to pick me up."
"oh, yes he is. but— is everything alright? do you need me to get lionel—"
"no, there's no need for that." i quickly shut down that horrific idea.

she looked at me knowingly, with a wriggle of her brows and i knew she was aware of me and lio from that hint alone.
"if you and lionel are going through a rough patch—"
"please don't." i rudely cut her off, but i didn't care. i just wanted to go home, was that really so much to ask for?
but thankfully, she seemed to understand, "okay. you can go out the doors then, your dad is waiting." and with that, i did exactly as she said.

there i saw my dad standing outside his car patiently. when his eyes caught mine his face saddened at my conflicted facial expression. i watched him open his arms wide and i wordlessly collapsed into his grasp.

my dad and i have had many problems recently; all of which surround the fact that i recently came out. but i'm glad that in times like this, when i feel like this, i have my dad by my side.

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