Don't Make Me Go Crazy

Chapter Twenty-Six

Trey's POV

Two days later...

I was a happy guy for the past three days. I actually kissed Jasmine for the first time.

I don't know if she likes me back, but I kissed her. She never told me what she wanted to be. What are we?

I haven't seen her since that moment and I'm getting a bit worried. I asked Sophie about her and she walked away, not saying a thing.

I tried calling, texting, and using every time of social media out there but nothing worked.

I walked around the hallways, thinking to myself and I saw Will. Great.

"Great, it's the mama's boy," he commented.

"I have no time for your bullshit," I said.

"Me either, but I already know that you must be scared."

"Of what?"

He walks towards me. "Everyone knows that you have a crush on Jasmine. The whole world knows it. But do she really like you?"

"Why would you care?" I questioned. "She hates you."

"How would you know? I think that she spent so much time with me because she's attracted to me."

"Fuck that shit," I spat. "I know she likes me." Might as well wing it. I don't want him to win.

"No, she likes me. We made out."

"You're lying," I said. Is he? Is he really? "I kissed her and she kissed me back."

"You're always lying to yourself. Why can't you admit that I'm always be better than you? Every time you try to ruin everything."

"Me trying to ruin everything? I'm getting so tired of you trying to one up me. Jasmine isn't a prize, she's a human being."

"This isn't about Jasmine. It's about you being a two faced asshole. You being the perfect child, the perfect role model, you are not anything."

"I wonder who's the jealous type now." He shoved me. "I'm not fighting you, Jones."

"Because you're a lying dick, that's what you are."

Calm down. Just calm down.

"I shouldn't be in this delinquent position, but because of you and you being scared to tell the truth, that's why I'm here. For your stupid shit."

I didn't know what I was thinking, but I punched Will in the face. Immediately, I felt like I was fighting for my life.

Punch after punch, blow after blow, Will and I fought for our lives.

"You two!" A man yelled and broke us up. I looked up and it was the vice principal. "You two, in my office. Now!"

We walked in his office and my lips felt like it was stinging. I had an angry look on my face just because Will got to me. Now look where I'm at.

"Can you tell me why you two were fighting?" The vice principal asked, which he's name Mr. Crowe.

"It was something personal," Will answered.

"Something personal that you had to do it on school grounds?" Mr. Crowe questioned. "You know that you have that one chance, Mr. Jones." He looks at me. "And for you, Mr. Castro, I'm shocked to see you doing this. I'm deeply disappointed."

He sighs. "You two should be suspended for this, but this is your senior year. Your community service hours are going to be added."

"By how much?" I asked.