Bad Little Boy

I swear i've never run as fast as i did that day. I had no dear where I was going, but where I was going it had to be far away from Way, Joe or Ryan. My eyes were stinging with angry tears, it felt like i had been totally betrayed. A faint buzzing from my pocket alerted me to a call. I slid my hand in my jeans to retrieve my phone.

'Princpie mobile'

I threw myself against the lockers on the right of the hallway. Only dregs of groups were hanging about, lunch still being in full swing. With shaking hands I held up the phone, sliding up the answer button. I held the phone up to my ear.

"What?" I asked sharply, throwing all the venom i could into my voice.

"Hey Frankie, we're just outta detention" Joe shouted down the line over some excited blabbing in the background "Ry says hey too, uh, wanna ditch and get ready for Ryan's party"

"No thanks" I mumbled, trying to stop the horrible sobbing sound sneaking into my voice.

"Frank... what's up?" Joe sounded worried.

"Fuck off, you lying, betraying, scumbags" I answered, hanging up. Some kids who were scrawling on lockers giggled at me. I closed my eyes as my phone started to buzz again. This time Ryan's caller ID flashed up. I declined, pushing myself off the lockers.

I made my way home, head low and my hands thrown deep in my pockets. I swung by the canteen, heading towards the cold foods. I slipped into the line, punching in my code and picking up a pot of grapes. I wasn't hungry anymore but if i didn't eat I'd end up throwing up burning shit.

I shoved grapes in my mouth, trying to keep as calm as possible. I could already feel the puke building. I threw the rest in the bin before waking smack bang into Ryan.

"Frank! Hey Joe, he's here!" He exclaimed waving to Joe from across the room "We've been looking all ov-" I grabbed him by the the blazer, my hands scrunching up the fabric.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" I growled, my anger making up for his height "You're messing with my life!" I was yanked backwards by Joe, who was puzzled and angry.

"Woah Frankie, calm down a lil" Joe raised an eye brow, swallowing hard. I could hear the soft sobs of Ry.

"Joe, you knew... You knew and Ryan and you fucked it up!" I cried out

"F-frankie we-we didn't know, honest not until she told us and made us write it and, and and an-" Another choked sob stopped Ryan. Joe let go of my tee. I fell back against Ryan, who buried his head in my chest "I'm sorry" He mumbled.

"Ry... Joe... who's she?" I asked, biting back tears for Ryan's sake. I ran my hand through Ry's mess of hair.

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