Talking To Ray

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Ray and I sat on my porch steps, we had freshly opened Dr. Peppers and I was also eating an apple. Ray looked at me long and hard. I chucked my half eaten apple into the street.

"I think the new kid likes you." Ray told me.

"What makes you think that?" I asked.

"Well, he helped me attack the guy who knocked you out. He scared the shit out of the girl who called you a perv and embarrassed the guy. Plus, he adjusts his tie every time he sees you in the hall." Ray explained. I thought for a moment, he did adjust his school tie a lot, especially when he saw me.

"I don't know, Ray. He's probably straight." I said.

"I don't think so...he followed you around and stuff. He also scares off jocks and some bitches who are out to get you." Ray said.

"I was in his house the other day...he lives alone with three dogs and something he calls Vendetta." I told him.

"Why were you in his house? How can he live alone?also Vendetta is 'revenge' in Italian." Ray asked.

"His dog got loose and jumped on me. I fell and scraped my arm and he took me inside. He said his parents aren't there. And he said Vendetta as if it were a thing, like a person or something." I answered. Ray sighed, he looked confused. "I gave him my number and address in case he needs anything...but he hasn't called and I haven't seen him at school." I said.

"He's been at school, the dudes' been following you around." Ray said. "He goes to like every class you have and then goes to his own. He leaves all of his classes early too." Ray told me.

"How do you know?" I asked.

“Pete. He does stuff for the offices and watches the cameras." Ray answered. Pete Wentz watched things better than a God would if he were real.

"Oh! Hold on." I said as my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out and it was an unknown caller, the number was definitely a house phone though. "Hello?" I asked after answering the call. I couldn't hear anyone.

 "Hello?" I asked again. I could hear quiet breathing and then a phone being set received. Then the dial tone. I ended the call and locked my phone, I put it back in my pocket. "Who was it?" Ray asked. "I don't know." I said, but I had a feeling that it may have been Frank.

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