Donnie

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I was done. I was tired of going back and forth like little kids and just wanted to settle it like real men. But I was furious at what he'd done to me and maybe a little bit of some build up left from what I'd done to him. But it was time to settles all of these "games." It was time for some real action.

This time, I really dressed out. I got my extra ripped jeans, same biker jacket, my black hightop converse, put on some black fingerless gloves, and really roughed up my hair. I was angry.

Throughout the day, there'd be thoughts of reconsidering and backing down, but then I'd think of all the things he's done and said to me and the anger built back up again and the adrenaline rushed in again.

Once that final bell rung, I sprung up from my desk and dashed out to the rushing hallway, looking for a brown poof that betrayed me.

"Donnie, are you sure you want to go through with this?" Stephanie caught up to me even through the big crowd.

"Stephanie, I've gotta. I don't know if I really - " And then my eyes drifted and I saw him in a little Elmo's World shirt. Perfectly harmless.

Jordan and I carefully came towards each other. And then I realized that Jordan was kinda scared!

Kids started forming a circle around us cheering, "FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!" There was no going back now.

Jordan quivered, "Donnie, I don't know if I can do this. I don't want to hurt my bes - " I punched him. I punched my best friend in the face. Jordan crashed to the ground, covering his face from all the pain.

I began to feel bad, but I felt like I had to play it up for everyone else, "Awwww! Are you gonna cry now?"

Jordan screamed back while he sat on the ground, but uncovered his face, "I'M SORRY, OKAY! JUST BE MY BEST FRIEND AGAIN!" I gave my best friend a black eye, a bloody nose, and tears. I really looked him in his purple, teary eye and I became emotional myself. I hated seeing Jordan hurt. I always felt like it was my duty to protect him and the other people I care about. And I'd just done the complete opposite. I started to tear up myself and I got down on the ground and embraced him like there was no tomorrow. And he embraced me back and we cried a little bit together.

Eventually, Jordan whispers, "I've missed you."

"I've missed my best friend, too." I whispered back. "And to be honest, I've kinda missed Tyrone, too."

I felt Jordan's eyes get really big and I couldn't help but smile when he let go of our embrace, "Really!? He's missed you, too! He will be very happy to show off his new pet rock!"

I happily mess up his hair, "There's the Jordan I love!" And we continued to walk down the hallway laughing and catching together.

I missed that kid.

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