The Buddy Bench (RYDEN HIGH SCHOOL AU)

Chapter Seven

A/N People are actually reading this and it makes me so happy. I started this expecting for no one to read it and multiple people actually do. People vote on this piece of garbage. All I have to say is thank you so so so much. I made a new cover cause the old one looked like crap be proud of me.  (also the beginning is talking about something personal that I'll explain at the ending author's note. i needed to get it out somewhere)

-we're still in good ol' beebo's pov-

I started blankly at the cracks on the wall. We are like the wall and the cracks are our insecurities, anxieties, and flaws. Some more noticeable cracks are huge mistakes that cost you eight years of frenship. Some mistakes are so bad that you won't ever be able to talk to that person again and when people ask if you're okay, you have to say you're fine when you're really not fine. You just need someone to talk to because you just lost your best fren and humiliated yourself in front of a ton of people.

One day the cracks will get to us and we will crumble to pieces. We won't have anything worth holding together for so we just crumble into a million pieces. A million pieces that a million people will try to put back to together a million different ways, but they'll fail every time. If they had just continued to one million and one tries, they could of put the pieces back together. But no one cares enough to try after a million attempts. 

No one will ever care enough.

"Brendon," Ms Williams said shaking me from my emotional daze, "Mr Armstrong can see you now."

I nodded my head slightly as I got up from the chair in the corner. I walked back to the door that was going to bring me into the pits of hell. My head was down as I walked up to the door.

When Mr Armstrong heard me walking towards his office his head shot up from the paperwork he was previously working on. He pushed it aside and waved me in as if we were about to have a friendly conversation. Oh, was I wrong with that assumption.

"How are you, Brendon," Mr Armstrong asked as I walked in and uncomfortably stood by the door.

"Good, I guess," I replied meekly.

"That's great, go ahead and have a seat," he said gesturing to a chair on the opposite side of him, "we have some things to talk about."

I nodded and swallowed the ball in my throat as I walked to the chair of death.

"So," he began, "why'd you get up and leave in the middle of class? Not to mention that you were almost fifteen minutes late."

"I dunno," I replied with my eyes fixated to the ground.

"Brendon, you have to have a good reason. You're a good kid and you've never done anything like this before."

"I just wanted to know what being a rebel felt like for once I guess," I replied, eyes still fixed on the ground. I never knew linoleum flooring could be so interesting. 

"Okay, well I'm suspending you from the soccer team (is it to late to change his sport because soccer hits to close to home at the moment?) for a week," he said.

At that moment I saw my life come crashing down before my eyes. Soccer was my source of popularity. Looks like I'd have to divert attention away from me for a week. Yipee.

"W-what?" I asked in disbelief, "you can't do that!"

"Yes I can Brendon."

"But I'm team captain!" I yelled. I was furious.

"The season doesn't actually start for another couple weeks so you'll only miss practices."

"B-b-but coach is gonna be really mad at me! Why can't you let me go with a slap on the back and a 'don't do it again' instead of taking away my only source of fun!"

"Brendon, you should've thought of this before you were fifteen minutes late to class and stormed out in the middle of the lesson."

"B-b-but,"

"Brendon stop trying to change my mind cause it's not going to work," he stated simply.

"Fine," I grumbled pushing my chair back and storming out of the room.

I angrily walked out of the office and towards Sarah and I's lockers. The bell had rung before I had even been called into his office. I expected her to be waiting for me since she always did, not that I wanted to see her, but she wasn't there when I turned the corner. 

I grabbed my things out of my locker and headed out to my car. I had my hand in my backpack while I was walking trying to find my keys, but I couldn't find them. 

When I got to my car I still hadn't found them. I looked in the driver's side window and saw that they were laying on the center console. 

Great.

I sighed and laid my head against the window. I had and extra set at home, so I'd leave my car here and get it tomorrow. But how am I getting home?

"Hey Bren," said a voice behind me, "need a ride?"

A/N Short chapter! Sorry! I fell asleep while I was typing woops... The personal thing- I told my crush that I like him because his best fren said that he liked me. After I told him I sat back down with my frens and he yelled across the table "I don't like you Kaitlyn!" I'm a wreck at the moment. Happy Thanksgiving by the way.

xx_lyn_xx