My Two Best Friends|G.D|E.D

19|"what's done is done"

| Beth |

"Dude! I freaked the fuck out! I-I thought that was my car for a sec," some kid shouted coming from the parking lot.

As usual, after school I walk to the parking lot with Damien, to drop him off at his car, then make my way to the Dolans.

I held hands with Damien's workable hand, and we turned the corner to reach the parking lot.

"I should be getting the cast off in 4 weeks or so," Damien explained to me.

My lower lip pursed out, "Awh, Damien. Really though, let's see if the gas station has cameras."

Damien shook his head, "No, no, that won't work. They had masks."

I shot my eyes to the ground thinking of anything else that could help this case, until Damien aggressively released his hand from mine.

"The fuck?!" Damien shouted jogging toward the crowd of people surrounding his parking spot.

"Oh god," I muttered under my breath thinking the Dolans were getting physical once more.

I fast walked behind Damien to catch up. Damien cut through the large group of people and opened up a gap big enough for me to see what kind of damage has been done.

Damien's used to be dark red mustang, has now been drenched in the color hot pink, with the touch of 'steal' on top.

I walked up into the front of the car, "Steal?" I questioned the word out loud, written unorganized on the hood of Damien's car.

The bright pink color dripped down the windows, tire rims, the back lights, and down to the pavement in the parking lot. Completely ruining the car. Who would do something like this?

Damien just stood in front of his ruined vechile, in complete shock. His eyes were as wide as saucers as he stared at the damage. His workable hand was covering his jaw dropped mouth.

Suddenly, Damien dropped to his knees, and harshly tugged at his hair, digging his head into his knees.

People let out small giggles and took even more pictures for their entertainment as they watched him do that.

"Everyone get out of here," I announced as I bent down to comfort Damien.

Damien flinched and tried to get away from my grip and quickly went back onto his feet, "Who did this?!"

Everyone began to chuckle even more.

I placed my hand onto Damien's shoulder, "Damien, relax." Knowing that wouldn't help anything.

He rejected my gesture and shouted again, "Who the fuck did this?!"

Grayson and Ethan came pushing people aside to come in the front to see what all the yelling was about.

"Your car," Grayson murmured in shock staring at Damien.

Damien placed his hands on the top of his head and shifted his weight from side to side, as he let out dramatic breaths.

I glanced at the twins and signaled them to get these people away from Damien.

Ethan took my hint, "Everyone go home!" He aggressively shouted at the students around us.

Soon enough, they all were frightened by Ethan and scurried off like scared mice.

Ethan walked up to the pink car and squatted down by the front left tire and inspected the paint, "It's still a little moist. There's time to fix it before it dries."

Damien snapped, "It's too fucking late! Whether the paint is dried or not, I'm screwed!"

Gently, I cupped Damien's face in my palms and tried to reassure him, "Damien, Gray and E can take this to the auto shop, and get it fixed in no time. You and I can calm down together, and the car will get all better. Then, just pay the boys back and we're all fine."

Damien stepped out of my grip while his hands were still pulling his hair. It was obvious he was trying his hardest not to snap at me. He harshly bit the inside of his almost healed busted lip out of frustration.

He aggressively sighed, "You'll be fine, I won't."

"Damien, everything is going to be fine. It's always going to be fine," I explained to him looking up at him with worried eyes.

Damien snatched his keys out of his front pocket and scoffed, "You don't know me enough."

He unlocked his car with the keys and sat himself in the drivers seat.

I furrowed my brows and watched him sit himself down, "The hell are you talking bout? It's just a car!"

Damien glared at me through the windshield that held small lines of pink paint running down it and he started the ignition in his car. He was forced to do that action more than once, because of the lack of power in his old car.

Through the window, he stared at me with the expression of anger, but also I noticed the slightest glimpse of fear.

I stepped out of Damien's way so he could drive off to wherever he was headed.

As he pulled out of the parking spot, I took a look at the side view mirror that has spots of paint on it. In the mirror that reflected off Damien, I noticed the extreme look of fear, now, plastered all across his face.

"Who the hell would do something like that?" I muttered to myself, and shot my eyes to the small bits of paint on the floor.

My eyes wandered right next to Grayson's feet, and I noticed his lack of a shoe.

I chuckled, "Your shoe?"

"Got some chemicals on my shoe in bio today," Grayson's voice cracked towards the end.

I loudly groaned and squatted down to inspect the pink paint. I dipped my forefinger in one of the mini puddles of paint and turned behind me to the school. Immediately, I noticed the security camera, pointing into the parking lot.

"Whoever did this is real stupid," I stood back up and wiped the paint onto my clean jeans and pointed to the security camera, "Security camera."

I noticed a change in both of Ethan and Grayson's expressions once I mentioned that.

"I'm sure whoever did it was actually smart, and wore a mask or some shit," Ethan suggested.

"Wouldn't hurt to try?" I asked.

"There's no point, Beth. It's already done," Ethan said.

"Snitching isn't going to clean up Damien's car," Grayson implied.

I furrowed my brows in confusion, "If this was you guys, you'd lose it. I wouldn't doubt that you'd try to figure out who trashed you car."

"What's done is done," Grayson responded quick.

I raised a brow and scoffed, "Um, okay. Stop acting weird, ass clowns," I left them to walk towards Ethan's car.

The two of them followed behind me and I overheard small and inaudible whispers as they spoke to one another.

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