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*le three days later*

People at school keep saying they're "sorry for my loss" but that doesn't really mean anything. Nothing can bring Audrey back. No amount of tears and sleepless nights, no amount of bootleg beer and cheap weed, and certainly no amount of "sorry for your loss" and "hope you feel better". She always told me that she hated that phrase and that if anyone said that when she died to beat the shit out of them. Maybe I should listen.

There's no real point in coming to school anymore. I'm failing everything, I don't have any friends, and most of the time I just cry in the girls bathroom because I saw something that reminded me of Audrey.

The only people I talk to here are the school pothead, Ethan, and Frankie. Oh Frankie, Audrey hated her but I'm practically in love with her. She's really the only source of positivity that I have now, she's also the only one that looks out for me now too, which is funny considering she's 4'9 and 85 pounds of fluff and sarcasm and wouldn't hurt a fly. The night I found out about Audrey was the first time I ever really got that close to her, we had small talk on the bus but nothing more.

See, the thing about Frankie is that you'll always remember her, you could just wave at her and she'd reply with some witty comment or a weird look that you'll remember for the rest of your life. You either love her or you hate her. I love her. I loved her when I only ever saw her from my bedroom window in the middle of the summer at 10 in the morning, walking her dog. I loved her on the first day of school when we made fun of a freshman because she was mad that she had to sit by her. I loved her when she got up in the middle of history class and started singing the Friends theme song because it was too quiet. And I sure as hell loved her three days ago when she comforted me after my best friend died.

But my feelings were growing more and more since the kiss and they were getting harder to hide, I don't know what to do. She hasn't tried to talk about the kiss since it happened, or tried to do it again, but if she did I'd be okay with it of course. She wrote me a note that said she wants to talk to me after school today behind the baseball field, but I doubt there's gonna be much talking.
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After the last bell rang, I made a b-line for the baseball field. To my surprise, Frankie wasn't there. Instead I was faced with Drew and his friends.

"Hey fag." I say going along with our usual banter.

"This is all your fault."

"I mean I was expecting Frankie to be here because she wanted to talk but, it looks like wittle dwew wants to tawk about his feewings" I mock, giving him a baby voice.

"No, but wittle wuby must wanna get her face beat in"

"Okay, alright, I surrender"

"Good."

As soon as the word left his mouth, his fist also hit my cheek. This can't be happening. Oh god I'm down. I hit the ground and feel kicks from all sides. Kicks to the gut, the back, the face, the chest. I don't know how much more I can take. Just before I feel like I'm gonna pass out, I feel a new pair of feet. They're covered with worn out grey Vans that I could spot from a mile away. It was Kayce. Of fucking course. I can't take this anymore, I close my eyes and wait for them to realize that I "blacked out." A few minutes later the kicks stop and I feel myself being dragged to a corner.

"Stay the fuck away from Frankie," Kayce said simply with one final kick to the gut.
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WHOAAAA FUCKIN SCARY SHIT MAN !!!! okay it could've been worse, I could've written that waaaayyy more violent than I did. BUT ARENT YOU GLAD I DIDNT?!?? Okay, have a nice day/night/evening/whatever tf- Rebekah 😘