Before Smosh

Chapter 6

Anthony

It was Friday and I was late. My car had decided to break down halfway to school. I wasn’t the type of person to intentionally skip class – yet – so I was rushing to my chemistry class when suddenly I was yanked out of the corridor by my shirt. It was Derrick again. He shoved my into an unused janitors closet and switched on the light. I was on the floor of the dark room with Derrick standing in front of me

“Hey Anthony,” He said, ever so casually, “Hey, I wanted to say sorry about the other day at the store. We were acting out of character, and I guess being douches for a day. Max is cool, and Amanda’s actually really nice, but sometimes hormones get the better of people, y’know?”

I relaxed a bit and nodded.

“Look, I wanted to talk to you about Ian,” He said, becoming a bit more serious, “He’s not the kind and funny guy you think he is-“

“How do you know what I think of him?” I asked sharply.

“Well, what do you think of him?”

I paused.

“Continue.”

“As I was saying,” He started again, this time pacing around the room, “Ian lives in his own world. He’s a bit…over-imaginative, you could say. And in this world of Ian, he is the only important one…”

He stopped mid-stride and let it sink in before explaining some more.

“He’ll do anything to keep himself out of trouble. Even if it means sacrificing the people closest to him.”

“Is this why you and your friends are getting at him with violence?” I asked.

Derrick chuckled.

“My friend, I don’t know what this kid has been telling you, but we haven’t dared to go near him in, what…two years? Let alone hurt him.”

My gaze found it’s way to the ground and my brow furrowed in confusion. I didn’t know who to believe. A guy I’d been friends with for a little bit, or the story of a group of people who had once been close friends with my blue-eyed companion.

Derrick kneeled down in front of me and put his hands on my shoulders, staring me straight in the eye.

“Anthony, I’m not trying to scare you. I just wanted to warn you. Ian will turn on you eventually. It doesn’t matter how nice you are.”

“But how would I tell him? I mean, I don’t just say ‘Oh, hey, sorry this whole week, this whole friendship was fake’.”

“Don’t talk to him. Ignore him. Get in your car and drive. Pretend he doesn’t exist. Don’t even look at him. He’d bound to do this to you in the long run anyway. Beat him to the chase.”

I nodded and mumbled a thank you to him before excusing myself to chemistry.

As I walked down the halls I thought of everything he’d said and stacked it up against what Ian had told me.

Good vs. Evil.

Rumour vs. Facts.

One vs. The Other and me, weird, emo Anthony Padilla caught smack-dab in the middle of it all.

I knew what I was going to do. I was going to do the right thing.

A/N hope you guys like this one, I know I do. Since this actually was written about three months ago, I have not put any Ianthony into it, but I'm hoping it can progress towards that later on. I'm also happy to say that finally I will be writing from Ian's POV for the next chapter (About time am i rite?) 

So yeah, thanks everyone! *less than three*