Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 7

Ryan doesn't call the next day, or the next day after that even, and when I pass him in the hallway at school the day after that, he stares down at the ground and just completely pretends I don't exist. It hurts a little (okay, a lot) but I guess, deep down, I understand.

At lunch, Spencer doesn't sit with us, which is weird, but when I ask, Jon just shrugs, and smiles, all cute and sweet, and says, "He just wanted to hang out with his friends today."

Honestly, at first I'm little relieved, and it's not even because I still don't like Spencer all that much, but because I've missed my best friend this past week. However, I soon realize, that it doesn't really matter that Spencer's not sitting with us, because Jon just sits there and rambles on about him like he's a God or something, so he mine as well be. So, I just sit there and run my plastic fork through my macaroni, and wonder how did we ever get involved with these guys? I mean, seriously, if someone was to tell me a few months back that Jon would be fucking Spencer Smith and I'd be having a makeout session in my car with Ryan Ross, and he'd be telling me those things he told me, there's no way in hell I'd believe it. And, okay, maybe I still don't quite believe it.

I guess, finally after a solid thirty minutes of Jon going on about Spencer, he realizes I'm not saying anything or really paying attention for that matter, and goes, "I know you're not too fond of Spencer, but would it kill you to at least pretend to be happy for me?" he snaps, his voice a mix of hurt and anger. And, it's weird because, Jon's really never anything but bubbly and happy and oh, I love life. Especially now that dear ol' Spencer Smith is in his life (and bed).

I look up from my macaroni, startled, because that's not it at all. "What?"

"Ever since me and Spence got together you've barely say anything to me, not once have you, I don't know, congratulated me or something. It's like you cant even be happy for me."

"Jon," I start, and sigh, because I really don't need this. "Did you ever think that this has nothing to do with you and Spencer? The world doesn't revolve around him. I'm sorry if I just don't feel like going into an hour long conversation on just how amazing Spencer is, okay? And, really, how the fuck am I suppose to get a word in when it's either you just going on about him, or you two just sitting there in your own little world, and ignore me. So, don't even pull that shit. You know I'm happy for you, Jon, no matter how I feel about Spencer. But, seriously, could you just stop for one moment and see that there's other things in this world than Spencer fucking Smith."

He kind of just stares at me, and a few minutes slowly tick by, and he's still sitting there, staring at me, with no words passing his lips. Finally, he gets up and I just stay seated as he storms out of the cafeteria, because I just don't have the energy to go after him.

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The next day after school, when Ryan passes by me at my locker with his head down and back-pack slung over his shoulder, I grab him by the wrist, and pull him back before I even have a chance to think about what I'm doing, or even what I'm going to say.

He looks up at me with wide eyes. "Brendon, hey," he breathes, and darts his eyes around the crowded school hallway.

"You ignore me for four days and all you have to say is hi?"

He shrugs and doesn't meet my eyes. "I've been... thinking," he says, voice low.

"You cant ignore me forever," I say back softly.

He does this little eye roll, and this is when I notice that my hands still around his wrist, and that we're so close together, I can feel his breath on my cheek as he speaks. "I'm not, okay?"

"I know you're a little freaked out by what happened, but please, just... don't push me away," I say into his ear so people around us couldn't hear even if they wanted, which trust me, they're far to busy trying to get out of the school to stop and eavesdrop on our little conversation.