Mini Foley- Book 3, The End

6. College

The college fair was supposed to help the seniors choose what they wanted to do every year, to make sure they left Liberty properly and didn't give the school a bad rep. I never really was into the idea of college, we all know where I thought I'd end up. Now more than ever I hated the idea of the future.

It wasn't my idea for me to help out Jess and Ani with HO but to be honest, I had nothing better to do. So there I was, sitting in a boring old chair in the hall, just flicking a pencil around in my mouth. I watched the many people scramble about and look at different flyers, many different reactions too.

I got up from my seat, stretching up and looking at the clock. "I'm gonna go stretch my legs a bit." I said to Jess before walking off in the direction of Tony Padilla. I found him as he was walking away from the councillor, a leaflet in his hand.

"Hey Tony, you find your future yet? Is it as bright and wonderful as they say?" I joked, shaking my head. He scoffed and shook his head too "Nope, still looking." He replied "What about you, what are you doing?" He added.

I paused myself to think about what I would say but I had no clue. "Um...I'm not sure. I still have like a year until I graduate but everything goes so fast." I chuckled, looking around. "I'll find something and if not, there's always the street corner!"

Tony looked almost horrified but let out a small laugh. "How are you?" He asked quieter, looking into my eyes with a slight soft expression. "Better, I think." I replied with a sigh. He nodded, going to find someone else. I wasn't getting better though, I didn't feel any sort of change. It was all jist happening, with of without me. Life, I mean.

I aimlessly wandered around the hall, stretching my legs as I said I would be. I noticed Zach by the stand where Jessica's dad presented his job. They were talking but I couldn't make out what they were saying.

I felt embarrassed to see him, my whole body heated up and my heart felt heavy. The guilt I carried weighed down on me hard. "Angie!" Zach called, making me tense up. Zach jogged over to me and smiled, I could smell the alcohol all over him. "Jesus Zach, dry out." I stated, crossing my arms.

"What, I'm enjoying myself!" He chuckled "Speaking of which, I enjoyed myself the other day too." He smirked. I clenched my fists, my temper was not going to get the best of me today. "Angie!" Ani greeted "Am I interrupting?"

I sighed in relief "No, not at all. I'll talk to you later Zach, what's up Ani?" I happily turned my back to Zach, walking off with Ani. We walked to the main doors of the hall, our talk seeming to be private. "I'm worried about you." She began, making me scoff.

I didn't trust Ani one bit, I'd never even got to know her. From the start I'd had bad vibes from her. "Why? What would make you worry about me?" I questioned, crossing my arms again. She gave me a blank and obvious look "Monty's death." She continued. I looked down at my feet, I wasn't ready for this conversation.

"Monty meant the world to you, anyone could see that. And now that he's gone you must feel horrible." Her words meant nothing to me. I shook my head, leaving her alone. I noticed an almost empty table, filled with the football team and a few other jocks. It was Wednesday, the day of Monty's send off.

"Where's Deigo? Are we doing this thing?" I asked Luke, sitting next to him. He smiled "He's talking to Someone, here." He handed me a blue football jersey, it was Monty's. They all wore the #32 De La Cruz shirt but this was HIS personal jersey. The smell gave it away. He barely washed it so it smelt like pure man sweat and Monty.

Estela sat herself beside me, smiling my way. "You can wear it if you like, he was your brother I-" She stopped me mid sentence. "No it's fine, we weren't close." She nodded.

I felt for her, badly, she wasn't close with Monty and yet everyone expected her to grieve worse than I did. "We had them made for today." Luke walked around the table, infront of Estela, handing her a jersey. You could tell it was new, just like the rest of them besides the one I wore.

Their jerseys were bright blue, fitting almost perfectly, where as mine was dark with mud and had rips in many different places. Mine was also oversized on me, I liked that though.

"That's sweet guys but I think I'll wear it later." Estela told them with an awkward smile. I could tell she was uncomfortable and uncertain of her own feelings. "No, it's for today." Deigo chimed in, putting his foot up as he walked to the table.

His foot rested on the seat infront of him. "Guys..." I tried to intervene but the boys only shot me dirty looks. "Come on guys, she doesn't wanna wear it." Charlie stood up and spoke, sticking up for Estela. I watched the scene play out, wanting to speak up but not being able to.

I lacked my natural confidence. "Of course she wants to wear it, it's her brother." Deigo began "Unlike you, she's sat that he's dead." I could tell this would not end well. "Yeah, I'm sure she is." Charlies words trailed off as my head became blurry. I looked around at everyone, their faces seeming different but the same. Like something wasn't right or they weren't who I wanted them to be.

Flashback

"You look real good in that." Monty chuckled as he pulled me close to him. He sat on my bed, his hands on my waist. I smiled, straddling him while he sat. "You should wear some of my clothes, I have a skirt that would look great on you." I joked, playing with the collar of his flannel shirt before putting my hands around his neck.

He shook his head, a smile still planted on his face "Oh yeah? Maybe you should model it for me first."
I let out a small laugh as I played with the hair at the back of his head "I fucking love you." I sighed. I wanted him to be closer to me than close.

"I fucking love you too, Angelica Rose De La Cruz." He whispered, pecking me on the lips. My face turned a bright pink "That was the cutest thing I've ever heard you say." I kissed him back.

We held me there on his lap, just staring into my blue eyes with his brown ones. The names people called him and the bad reputation he had- this wasn't the same person. The bully that Liberty had made him into and the rapist people thought he was...that wasn't the person I was sitting with now.

Present

When I finally clicked back with reality, I jumped at the sound of Clay Jensens voice. I turned my head, getting up from the table. "Take those fucking Jersey's off, you're honouring a fucking criminal!" He shouted, pointing fingers at us all.

"Clay!" I replied, shocked and disturbed by his actions. He looked into my eyes with anger and I glared back with mine. "Jensen, he took the fall for you man. No way did he kill Bryce!" Deigo excused. I watched the back and forth before I couldn't take it anymore.

"Clay, what the fuck?" I questioned, walking towards him. Clay didn't listen, he turned to Luke and although I couldn't hear what they said, I could tell it pissed Clay off even more. Clay took a left hook punch to Lukes face, catching me off guard before Deigo stepped in.

I took Estela by the hand and walked us both away from the situation. I felt a duty of care over Estela, as if, now that Monty was gone, I had to step in and protect her. We walked down the halls, outside under the same tree me and Monty would sit under.

"Are you okay?" I asked, sitting her down. She nodded, looking up at me. "I'm sorry about that."

A/n
Sorry this took ages, my muse is comming and going :( i hope this is okay bby