What Have You Done? - Montgomery De la Cruz x Reader

{chapter twenty}

Y/N's P.O.V

Monty didn't go to school that day.

Or the day after.

Or for the rest of the week.

He didn't answer my calls, and I wouldn't answer his texts. He refused to open my snapchats, I didn't like his Instagram posts. He didn't show his face and I wouldn't give him back his sweatpants that he had asked Justin to get from me.

We were ridiculous, completely and utterly ridiculous, acting like little children. It was as though we had this little game going of who could be the pettiest; but we were as bad as each other, both of us stooping to the others level

And that was new.

Because damn was I the queen of petty.

I knew stood in that kitchen after he left, that walking into school that day would be the worst. News spread like wild fire and I had no doubts that the entirety of Liberty would know about our little argument before I even got into the school gates. I knew I would be pounded with question after question, from people I didn't even speak to, all day, and as per usual I would be made to look like a fool

It took everything I had not to crawl back into bed and hide under the covers and stay there until my parents literally dragged me out; In the end I forced myself to leave the house.

I threw on some lipgloss and fucking got my shit together.

I was almost school when I got a text from Bianca. Grabbing my phone from my pocket, I wiped any remnants of tears and sleep from my eyes, the familiar school building coming into view.

Queen B💙👯💙- U nearly here? Xxxx

Momma Bird💛👯💛 - Yeah, practically inside. Where u at? I need a shoulder to cry on.

Queen B💙👯💙- I figured you would. If he comes anywhere near you I swear smack his front teeth out.

Momma Bird💛👯💛- You already know?

Queen B💙👯💙-yeahh. He may have got away with this last year, but that was before we were friends, if he so much as looks at you I'll go full ape shit.

That confused me a little. Why was she talking about last year. Although it was true me and Bianca weren't close then, I wasn't even friends with Monty. I dismissed it, too caught up worrying about how the fuck Bianca knew before I'd even step foot in Liberty.

Momma Bird💛👯💛 - How can you already know? Who else has Monty told?

Momma Bird💛👯💛 - shit everybody knows don't they

Queen B💙👯💙- Monty?

Queen B💙👯💙- What are you on about?

Queen B 💙👯💙- oh god you don't now yet do you.

Momma Bird 💛👯💛- ?????

There was long pause before the next text came through

Queen B 💙👯💙- Brandon's back.

At that exact moment my heart went into overload, beating far too quickly to be considered healthy. I'm surprised I didn't drop my phone in sheer panic and I could feel the colour draining out of my face. Brandon's back.

Great.

Absolutely fucking great.

Brandon Darrow was somebody who I used to trust. We weren't exactly friends, more acquaintances who sat next to each other in U.S History and smiled at each other once in semester. He was the quiet kid for freshman year until things abruptly changed. He shot up a 7 inches, adopted a cocky attitude and joined the baseball team, becoming  best friends with Bryce, Marcus and most pointedly with Montgomery De la Cruz. I didn't really have any friends at this point in time but I honestly didn't mind it, the only person I really counted on was Hannah Baker. Jess had given up on our friendship after her and Hannah started to hate each other. Every day Bryce and Marcus made Hannah's life a living hell and after her suicide turned to bullying me instead. Not only did Brandon sit back and watch, he actually contributed to making me hate living, making sure to film any of the personal attacks the group made on me. It was only when Bianca and Sheri took me under their wings that they eventually backed off. I glowed up over summer break and Bryce and his cronies moved onto a another victim; everything nicely swept under the carpet. A few weeks after Hannah's death Brandon moved away, to live with his mom I think, and life met an almost peaceful equilibrium.