Dry your Eyes and Start Believing *ON HOLD*

It all started on FaceBook, like most stupid arguments and fallouts do. Well, actually, for me it started a long time before, years even. Ian was a complete dick to me, to cut a long story short I thought he was my friend then he came along and tried to steal things from me and acting like a complete douche. Then we 'made friends' but I never really fully forgave him. Then along came me and Frank as a couple and all of a sudden Ian gets all jealous of us spending so much time together.
Then he said something that pushed it over the edge for me. Not only did he tell someone our big secret of us being together, which we trusted him not to, he bitched about is in the proccess.
'' Frank and Gerard have got their heads so far up eachother's arses, '' I overheard him say to a bunch of popular kids who were obviously gonna spread the secret around the entire fucking school, '' I should give them some butter or something so they can get out, but that probably wouldn't work because they're so far up there. ''
I bit my lip and scrunched my eyes up, that tingling feeling in my nose coming and that was always a sign that I was gonna start crying.
I walked away, holding the tears back, that fucking backstabber! Thats's where it started. I never forgave him for it.
The next part may seem like it was my fault, but I'm not apologising for it. A few weeks after he told those people he was wanting me to be his 'friend' again. I was having none of that shit, I wasn't gonna take his crap time after time, that was the final straw. I posted a status to FaceBook seeing as it was the only way I could think of getting my feelings about him out of the way.
It read:
So you expect me to come crawling back and be your friend time after time, when you treat your friends like dirt? I don't think so.
Or at least it said something like that. Then he took off and went dickhead mode on me, blocked me and Frank on FaceBook and wrote a status saying how much of a cow I was and other things. He told someone I was gay, because he thought it would annoy me that he wasn't being specific that I was bisexual not gay. It did make me angry, but not for that reason. I didn't care if I was labeled 'gay' because I knew I wasn't, it annoyed me that Ian tried to call me gay to insult me and upset me.
We didn't speak, but Ian gave me a few dirty looks which I just chose to ignore. My friend tried to get involved and help us out but he just got a load of shit for it and everyone told him ''you're making this way worse than it needs to be! '' and things like that. I thought that was quite unfair because he was only trying to help and make things better.
It was three days after that FaceBook post that we started to speak again, it was Ian's birthday, and I guess we both got sick of ignoring eachother because it was making life awkward for everyone else in our friend group.
'' You wanna sweet? '' Ian asked, pulling out a bag of sweets from his present from someone.
He rolled one across to Frank, then one to me.
'' Are they veggie? '' I asked, then Ian checked the packet and told me they had Gelatine in so I couldn't eat them.
'' Never mind, '' I laughed, rolling it back. After that we just built up talking again until someone said, '' wait didn't you two fall out? '' and we looked at eachother and laughed.
'' Yeah but now we're friends again, '' Ian said, '' I guess we just...started talking again. ''
I laughed and agreed. Deep down however I was feeling differently. Ian thought I'd forgiven him but I hadn't, and never will. I still hold a grudge against him, and don't trust him with anything anymore. No wonder, he made me rethink if it was worth telling anyone a secret anymore.

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