Mini Foley- Book 3, The End

7. Ghost

"Fucking Clay Jensen, god why can't people keep their mouths shut?" I huffed, slamming my locker door shut. Deigo chuckled, seemingly amused at my annoyance "What the fuck are you laughing at?" I questioned.

He shook his head as a grin formed on his face "You know, the guys said that you and Monty were alike but I had no idea you two were exactly the same." Deigo stated. "You're like the pale, five foot, female version of him"

I rolled my eyes "I'm five three...and a half." I corrected him. "But my point still stands, Clay is not like that. He doesn't just go picking fights with people." I added. Deigo didn't seem to be listening though, he was more focused on comparing our heights.

"Jesus it's like an elephant fucking an ant." He mumbled. I groaned, hitting his arm "Can you please focus!" I leaned against the lockers, looking up at the ceiling. "Clay is just a little punk, he's hiding something and he's scared because we know the truth. No way did Monty kill Bryce and no way was his death an accident." Deigo commented, leaning on the lockers next to me.

The bell rang and I sighed "We'll continue this conversation at Lunch, until next time, loser." I smiled lightly, Deigo smiling back. "I'll get you back for that one, and for slapping my arm." He joked as we walked away from eachother. Talking to Deigo was a breath of fresh air, he understood and had the same point of view as me. We both only saw the best of Monty, even through the bad. I liked it.

I made my way to my lesson, sitting down in the back row as usual. I was in the middle of getting my books out when a familiar hand tapped my shoulder. I turned to see Cyrus, my punk rock princess, behind me. He smiled at me and I smiled back. "Can I ask you a favour?" He asked. I nodded "Sure, what's up?" I replied.

"Can you give this to Tyler? I'm busy all day and I'll have like no time to do it. It's for History." Cyrus pleaded, handing me a messy book. "Sure, I'll go now. I really can't be asked with this lesson." I told him.

"Thank you, I owe you one." Cyrus smirked. "Just cover for me." I replied and he nodded. I made my way out of the lesson, the teacher wasn't even there yet so I didn't get caught. Tyler would be in the photography class on his own by now, we had his schedule memorised for safety.

I knocked on the door before entering. Tyler was sat looking at his photos before he turned to see me in the doorway. "Angie, aren't you supposed to be in class?" He questioned as I walked closer to him. "Cyrus wanted me to give you this." I explained, handing him the book.

He took it gently and smiled "Thanks." He simply stated. I smiled back and looked around the room. On the wall were photos of my 'friends' that Tyler had taken. I thought it was sweet. I noticed though, a photo of me. I remember him taking it.

Flashback

"Tyler, why do you need this photo?" I asked him with a small smile on my face. "You'll see, just act normal." He sighed, probably annoyed at me for always asking questions. I made a weird face, causing me to laugh. As I did so, Tyler took the photo.

"Ew I probably look so crazy." I giggled. He showed me the photo and I was pleasantly surprised. I loved Tylers photos, he was good at what he did. He also enjoyed what he did, making his work even better.

Present

"I remember that one." I said quietly, pointing at the black and white photo of me. "What was it for?" I added. Tyler came over to where I was stood, standing next to me "It was for an exhibition, I was hoping you'd be there but you were in hospital. You really helped me a lot and I just wanted to say thank you, I guess." He stuttered.

"Ty..." I tried to speak "I don't know what to say. You don't need to thank me, I care about you and I'm so happy to see you get better every day."
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A faint voice took me from my light sleep, causing me to wake up in another cold sweat. I sat up fast, hugging onto my duvet. "It's all just bullshit, Why can't you protect me?" I heard from outside my bedroom door.

I slowly got up from my bed, swinging my legs over the edge. "Hello?" I whispered, walking to the door. I quickly opend it, getting ready to attack whoever or whatever was behind my door.

The hallway was empty, no lights on either. It was just how I'd left it a few hours ago before I'd gone to bed. My heart beat slowed and I turned to fo back to sleep, worrying that my mind was playing tricks on me.

I stopped in my tracks. I stared at my bed, a familiar figure sat on the end. He smiled at me, his Liberty Letterman jacket seeming more pigmented and brighter than ever.

"Hi Angie. You able to talk, or am I gonna have to make you?" He asked, leaning back slightly. I walked towards him, my eyes fixated on his. "Monty?" I finally spoke up, getting closer. He didn't seem like him, in a way. He was there but not really. He was there with me. It was like a ghost. His ghost.

He had this stange purple glow about him, it was quite unsettling. "Who else do I look like?" He joked, rolling his eyes. Even like this he was still able to be sarcastic and joke with me. Great. But it was confusing "You're dead." I bluntly stated.

"Yeah...I wasn't gonna mention that actually but rub it in why don't you. Yes I'm dead, but I'm right here too." He explained, making zero sence. I scoffed "You're a ghost. Perfect, just what I fucking need." I flopped onto my bed with Monty at my feet. He pulled himself up next to me, so our faces were in line.

"If that's what you wanna call me, sure. Do you think Ghosts can still get head?" He asked me. I blankly stared at him before flipping myself to the other side, facing my window.

"You wanna test it?" He added. I groaned, mumbling things under my breath like "You have a problem, Angie." And "You're so fucked up."
Monty was not having any of it "Oh come on Angie, can't you just appreciate the fact that I'm right here?"

I turned to face him again "You're dead, I'm mourning, I'm grieving, I'm fucking going insane! And now you wanna just pop up as a...whatever the hell you are and demand attention?" I yelled, looking him in his face. I was angry and sad and out of my mind. His name used to be like the best song you'd ever heard but now it was like nails on a chalkboard.

"Yes." Monty chuckled, smiling at me. "No thank you." I replied.