Musical High

Eight

It was hard to accept a loss. When you lost a girlfriend, it took merely weeks to feel better, but it was nearly impossible to get through your best friend's death.

Jake could barely function after Rich died. He didn't talk, dropped out of all of his clubs, stopped using social media, and sometimes, wouldn't even go to school. The only person that was always there for him died in his arms. Blood covered the floor and his clothes. They still haven't been cleaned.

Nobody hung out with him, or even went near him, after what happened. Not like they wanted to in the first place. Everyone considered him a bully. Kids not even in their school had stories of being attacked by him. Yet, people that were actually close to him said he was the nicest kid out there. But what was true?

Well, somebody did end up going to speak with him. Her name was Trina. Everyone knew her and her boyfriend, Mendel, since they were the school's most popular couple. So Jake didn't exactly understand why she was talking to him.

"Hi!" Trina cheerfully greeted, slamming the locker shut. "You're Jakob Dillinger, right?"

He glared at her. "It's Jake."

"It doesn't say that on your files, but alright! I'm Trina! The newspaper club wants me to interview the friends of the recently-deceased students. They said that you were Richard's best friend, so I-"

"I'm not doing some stupid interview." Jake stated. His arms were crossed over his chest.

"Oh, well, you kind of have to. It's really important for the students to know."

"Sorry. I didn't know you were fucking deaf. Let me repeat myself: I. Am. Not. Doing. It. Now get the hell away from me."

"You can't just push me around, Jake. We need to know about Rich..please."

Jake took a step closer, towering over the girl. "Maybe if you actually paid attention to him and tried to help, you would know. But guess what? You didn't. Nobody did. I was the only person that was there for him. In life and in death. So don't ask me for information if you could have easily gotten it when he was alive."

They both stared at each other for a while, one not knowing what to say, and the other not wanting to say anything in general. It was rather awkward.

"I'm sorry." Was all Trina said before she left.

And that was it.