Communication| b.x.b. X/CB

Amends#1

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March 1, 1968

It's been days since Chris and I fought at Jennifer's house, and haven't seen or heard from him since. I also haven't been in any rush to speak to him anyway. However, his plans were different.

That argument at Jen's place made it clear as day that he wouldn't keep a damn promise he made. A few days after Chris attacked me in the alley, I was discharged from the hospital quickly because my fractured rib would luckily heal on its own. Within the next few days, he kicked me in my fucking rib. As soon as I stepped foot back into school, Chris was still on his same old shit with Sam and Frank. He was back to being an asshole again. Just like he was currently being.

Chris stood by and laughed as Frank and Sam shoves me around and called me various vulgarities. Staring into Chris's eyes was like looking into fridge every two minutes to see if new food appears; nothing was there. My side was hurting so bad, but I wasn't about to let them continue bullying me.

Sam pushes me into the wall once more before I harshly shove him backwards and into a urinal. He hit his back really hard and dint bother to move after that. Frank looked surprised, but I waste no time to punch him with as much force as I can to get him off of me. Chris moves from his spot against the wall in anger.

"If you think you're not gonna get the same treatment as them, you're sadly mistaken. "I heave. He charges at me and I trip him.

"The bigger they are, the harder they fall. "I say before heading out of the restroom. I meant it when I said that Chris wasn't going to be getting the best of me anymore because I'm not afraid him anymore. That goes for anyone else who thinks they're bad enough to try me.

"What the fuck got into your oatmeal?" Sam writhes as he lays out on the floor in pain.

"I think somebody dropped a couple of steroids in it. Damn it, my face hurts. " Frank groans. Chris was still laying flat on his face.

I may have broken his pride again.

On my way out of the restroom, I bump into a familiar face; Johnny. I froze up and just stood there. He walked in and looked around the boys restroom. He looked pretty shocked.

"I'm guessing you did this?" He asks. I nod because at the moment I was unable to conjure up any words. He smiles and laughs.

"Good job, buttercup." He congratulates. "Didn't know you had it in you. I guess that's what happens when you're fed up with peoples bullshit. "

My cheeks were warming up at his compliment. Not only that, it this was the first time he'd spoken to me since that evening at the hospital.

Right now, all I wanted to do was leap into his arms. I've missed him so much these past couple of weeks. What I wouldn't do for a kiss or a hug from him right now. I'd move a mountain just to hear him say "I love you. " This beautiful, walking work of art meant so much to me. It was so hard to believe that he was even human at times because he's so damn perfect.

He waves his hand in front of my face for my attention. I'd zoned out that bad. "Jahseh? Did you hear me?"

I cut my daydreaming short and snap out of it. "I'm sorry, Johnny." I say as a double meaning. I was truly sorry for zoning out , and I was even more remorseful for what happened back at the hospital.

"I feel like that has two meanings to it." He speaks quietly as he leans back against the wall. I sigh and look over at Chris and his friends still on the restroom floor.