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:griffin:

It's been about a week of this forced friendship with Austin, and I'm not sure how I feel about it. He's clingy. He makes me get up at the ass crack of dawn to meet him at school so we can roam the empty halls, before anyone gets to school. He asks a lot of questions. There has not been a day in these two weeks that he hasn't asked why I won't let him touch me, or why my mom pushes so hard for me to have friends. But, I guess he's not all that bad. It can be kind of nice to have someone to talk to, though I'd never admit that to him out loud. 

"Finally you're here" I roll my eyes, watching Austin walk towards me, sitting down beside me. I scoot away slightly when his arm brushes mine, and he rolls his eyes, snorting. 

"Sorry" He mumbles, but I just shrug, as if to tell him it's fine.

"What's wrong?" I ask, but he only sighs, shaking his head. 

"It's nothing" He leans against the wall, playing with the zipper on his jacket. I turn my body around so that I'm facing him and he looks up at me.

"Tell me what's wrong" 

"It's nothing really" He shakes his head, standing up "Let's walk around the halls, sitting here is making my head spin" 

"Okay" I nod, standing up with him. He walks about two steps ahead of me as we walk around the halls and I sigh, speeding up to get beside him "Austin, talk to me" 

"There's nothing to talk about Griffin, please drop this" He sighs heavily, and I frown.

"But you're upset" I mumble.

"Why do you care so much huh?" He stops, turning to face me "We're not friends remember? You're being forced to spend time with me. You're only doing this so your mom doesn't kick your ass, and your therapist gets off your ass, so don't act like you actually give a shit. So for the last time, drop it" He growls, turning back around and walking off. 

"Fuck you!" I yell after him, stomping out of the school and to my car, getting inside to get some breakfast. I get to a McDonald's and order some food and a drink, paying and carrying my food back to my car. I drive back to school, eating on the way there and tossing my trash as I walk up to the front doors of the school. 

Austin's car is no longer in the parking lot, but many more cars are there. I get into my homeroom and sit down, pulling out my notebook and my pencil. The bells rings after about twenty minutes of sitting alone, and people pile in before the late bell rings. 

Austin doesn't show up, and I'm not sure whether I'm happy about it or not. He wasn't wrong. Nothing he said was wrong. We're not actually friends, and I am being forced to do this, but he didn't have to bring up my mom, or my therapy. I didn't even want to tell him about my therapy. My mom did because, once again, he doesn't know how to not ask questions. 

I sit with Dean at lunch again today, his friends weren't there today, so it was just him and I. He knew something was up with me, but didn't ask questions. Which I'm not used to. He's the exact opposite of Austin and I'm not sure if I like it or not yet. 

When school ends, I walk out to my car. Austin leaning against it "Hi" He mumbles, not looking up at me. 

"What do you want?" I scoff "Not really sure I want you telling me how imperfect I am. I usually leave that up to reality TV shows. They show it rather than tell it" 

"I'm sorry" 

"I don't take apologies" I reach for my door handle, but he slides his body in front of it, keeping me from grabbing it "Move" 

"Griffin, I'm sorry" He sighs "I didn't mean it" 

"Sure you didn't" I roll my eyes "I didn't realize that even though school is hell, you can actually get possessed by satanic figures to make you say rude shit like you did" I cross my arms over my chest "You brought up my therapy" I mumble, my tone hurt. Which is the first time in ages "But, you don't know shit. You don't know why I'm there, and you don't know what goes on"