SweetX Hart

The Talk

Lucas's POV

Why!? Why do I feel like this?! I don't want to. I feel suffocated, trapped, helpless. Why do I let these feelings overcome me? I just feel so angry all the time, and afraid, powerless. It's a poison, with a cure, that you unwittingly choose not to drink. I know I don't have the right to feel this way, but if that is true, why do I make myself feel that way anyway? Do the others feel the same? Or is it just me?

Maya's POV

I'm happy that Riley and I are friends again, I've really missed her. And I'm finally having a good breakfast for once. But suddenly Farkle appears and sits in front of me, and the has a wired look in his eyes, I can't describe it exactly, but he looks concerned. "Hey Maya...can we talk?" He says, looking at me in the eyes waiting for an answer. "Sure. What is there to talk about?" I say with a way happier tone that I expected. "I want to know what happened, between you and Missy. I never asked, and honestly I'm sorry for not asking it before, as a brother I should protect you, not stay away from you." He sincerely says. With a really serious look. When He brings up that subject, my mood completely changes from happy, to worried and angry. "First of all, we both know that I don't need protection. And second of all, you weren't there when all that shitty stuff happened. So why would you show and instant interest in it now?" I say, just saying everything that I'm thinking right now. "I know. You have the right to be mad at me for that. But I'm woried about you. I saw you talking to her near the lockers the other day and Riley told me you've had conflicts I the past, but she told me to ask you myself because she didn't feel comfortable talking about it without your consent. And I know what kind of person she is. Can you please tell me what happened?" He asks. "You wanna know what happened? Then you should have been there when it happened!" I say, really mad. Then I take my cereal and try to leave the room when loses his patience and starts yelling. "I WAS JUST TRYING TO BE A GOOD BROTHER! WHY IS THAT SO HARD TO BELIEVE!?" He screams. "BECAUSE YOU'VE NEVER BEEN ONE!" I also scream, but I instantly regret it. He wasn't a bad brother he has...decent. When I see the look on his face, I feel horrible. Buy his expression, he looks like he could be in a funeral. After what I said there is a very long and uncomfortable silence. The feeling of guilt and regret is consuming me, I don't know what to say... Maybe I should just tell him. "I was suspended." I say. "What?" He responds. "I'll tell you the entire story, but don't interrupt me.

We were best friends in primary school, and when we went to middle school we were in different classrooms so we stopped hanging out like we used to. She started hanging out with other girls from her class, and she kind of pushed me away. I felt sad and lonely, so one day I confronted her and asked why she was doing this to me. She and her friends started making fun of me and saying that I wasn't good enough for her. They mocked me and humiliated me for months. One that at lunch, I came up to her, right before her friends wrote "SLUT" on my locker with spray paint. I punched her in the face, and she fell, hit her head on the corner of a table and cracked her skull. I was suspended for a mouth." I confess, not changing my facial expression for a second. "Wow. And that all happened while I was in London?" He says. "Yup" I confirm. "And what happened next? Why was she talking to you the other day?" He asks. "Well... After that, when I went back to school, because of the incident everyone was kind of afraid of me, including Missy and her friends. And she didn't really talk to me until the other day. And I have no idea why she did." I say.

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