LOVE IN HIGH SCHOOL

chapter 13

Brendon's POV

I eventually calmed myself down after that. I threw the statue, along with the picture, it's frame, his shirt and basically everything he gabe me or that reminded me of him in the black thrash bag and left it by the trash can outside the house. My mom of course, gave weird questions, but I just shrugged it off. And I made up a lie why my phone is broken. At least she believe both of those.

I can do better than him and I'll nake him realize that. And I'll stop bothering with Tiara I don't care at this point.

~

I finally got a new phone. Which actually wasn't new, it was my old one but I guess that'll do for now. And Dallon called me. I honestly haven't talked to him since last year, when we had this one night stand on the party. I was with Ryan there, but Dallon and I were both drunk. Besides, Ryan never found out. So I suppose that it doesn't matter at all. It really doesn't.

I haven't seen Ryan around. Not in school and basically not at all. I walked straight to my locker and ripped out the pictures that were stuck on the inside of the door, I threw away the letters and little notes he gave me. Basically everything that was left.

"Brendon! What the hell, man?," Spencer asked as he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around. "What?," I snapped at him and got out of his grip. "Don't 'what' me. You know exactly what is it. You and Ryan! Dude, don't tell me you two broke up again."

I could tell he was mad. He was never like that before. I guess he's doing this
because he's Ryan's best friend. I don't know. "As I told you. I don't fucking care. I don't give two shits if he slits his wrists because of this. I don't care Spencer. Get that through your head," I hissed at him and shoved my was past him, in the class room.

Only now it hit me what I was saying then. I didn't mean it like that, I just don't care anymore. I gave him second chances to change, but did that happen? No, it didn't. Nothing changed and I should've known that.

~

After my classes were over and after not seeing Ryan around, I pulled out my phone and dialed Dallon's number. "I'm surprised you still have my phone number. What's up?," I asked, leaning against the lockers.

A laugh escaped his mouth, "surprise. I'm literally in the same building as you. Come find me, ya?," he chuckled and hung up.

I guess that didn't change. I got off and walked down the hallway and in the first floor where the library is. He might be there and as I thought, he was. I got up to him. I haven't really seen him around and I admit he looks good. Still.

"Sorry for that shit last year. You got in trouble," he started off with remembering memories. Mm, trouble. Yeah, that didn't happen. Far away for it actually.

I shook my head, looking up at him. "Nope, I actually didn't. Never found out, never will. And you know what? Fuck an apology, I'm not sorry for anything."

He chuckle and nodded, "I guess your attitude towards that didn't change that much. I like it. Anyways, what's been going on? How's your lover boy?," he asked and of course he meant Ryan with that.

I looked up at him and the around the hall and saw a figure approaching us. No one else but Ryan. His small and lanky statue was standing there, observing us.

"We broke up," I simply said, shrugging. What should I say besides that? I let go. I tried not to bother with it and focused on Dallon. Ryan walked right past us and Dallon smirked.

As Ryan finally walked past, he raised his eyebrows, "really? Honestly, it was about time," he simply commented and I shrugged. "I guess so. Well, I'll go now. Wait for me by the entrance?," I asked, turning to him.

He chuckle and nodded, "anything for you babe."

~

I was talking in the cafeteria with some of my friends and avoided Spencer as much as possible. As if anyone asked for his opinion in the first place! Yeah, didn't happen. And as I finally got out, I almost bumped into Ryan. I swiftly looked at him and went on.

I met him right by the entrance, sitting down on the floor. As he spotted me he stood up and waited for me to walk up to him.

"What now? You're single, right? Or your eye is on someone else?," he casually asked and leaned on the wall again. His attitude was always so casual towards everything. No shame.

"Yeah actually," I said. It's you again.

"Tell me more,"

"Kiss me," I blurted out. I couldn't go on with bluffing and just playing around anymore. What's the point anyways?

"No need to say it twice," he smirked and got to me. He wrapped his around my waist and rather roughly pulled me to him. I basically clinged my arms around his neck as well were making out in the middle of the hall. This didn't really last for long, since he just pinned me against the wall. The fact that we hooked up last year came back to me, along with all the things we told each other back then. We were both drunk anyway.

As we finally pulled away, both out of breath, he stepped away from me. "I guess that didn't change as well," he commented and I smiled at him, "Hey, I try."

With the corner of my eye I was someone basically speed walking or more like running, down the hall. It was Ryan. Again. His head was lowered and I knew he's been there for enough to know what was happening or what happened.

I was still looking at Dallon, who was still buttoning up his shirt and fixing his hair. I really couldn't care less thar my ex saw me making out with someone else.

"You're welcome," Dallon snapped me out my thoughts and winked at me.