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Apology

Jorge's pov

So I was invited to a party.

Well, technically syd was, but I'm sure I was invited to tag along.

Because I definitely was going to.

But I was nervous. Nervous I was going to fall under the pressure of weed again. I don't want to abuse it. I don't want to use it unless I'm mentally stable.

"Hey, uhm, syd?" I spoke, as we walked off to our lockers.

"Yeah?" He asked, turning his head to face me.

"Uhm, if we go to the party. Don't let me smoke, okay?" I asked.

Sue nodded.
"Yeah, of course. If you need me I'm sure I'll be close by." He said.

I nodded.

My locker was next to Benji's, not syds. Syds was a hall away.

I stopped him in front of my locker.

"Sooo, Milo?" I said, teasingly.

He blushed, rolling his eyes.

"Oh shut up." He said, stomping in his platform boots.

"You're in looovveee with him, aren't you!" I shouted, and he just stuck a middle finger up at me, as he went to his locker.

I got my bag, and slung it over my shoulder.

When I turned to walk out the door, I saw Benji. And Ben.

Benjis face was red. Not a flustered red. But like, and angry red.

Ben looked disappointed, or upset. I couldn't tell.

Whatever. I don't care about them. Benji doesn't care about me.

I shrugged, walking past them, and I felt eyes on me.

But I didn't dare look back, no. Instead I walked out the front doors, with my head held high, and entered carters car.

"Hey." I said, carter locked the door as I put my seat belt on.

"Better day today?" He asked, starting the car and driving down the road of the school.

I shrugged.
"It was alright. I got into a fight today." I said, nonchalantly.

"What?" He asked, looking over at me.

"With who? Why? Are you okay? Who started it?" He asked, rambling and tripping over his words.

"I'm fine. It was this kid, his name is max I guess, he called me a faggot. He shoved me onto some desks. I got in trouble for it." I said.

He nodded slowly.

"I'm sorry that happened. People suck. Well, I'm sure you know that by now. Unfortunately." He said.

I nodded.

"What do you want for dinner tonight? I'm all out of ideas." He said.

I looked out the window, watching the light turn green.

"I'm not sure. But, uhm, would you mind if I went to a party tonight? I got invited." I asked.

He was silent.

"I'm not going to do drugs. I'm just going in hopes for making more friends, more than just the one." I said.

He was still silent.

"Carter..?" I asked.

"I'm.. just, be safe, okay? Please?" He said, not looking toward me.

I felt bad for him, he was the oldest. He had to endure the most of mom and dad's unmanageable expectations. He rebelled a lot. Went to parties a lot.