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I felt a tap on my shoulder, causing me to flinch and let out a yelp.

"Oh sorry i didn't mean to scare ya."

I whip around and my now pounding heart and wide eyes meet the face of none other than John himself.

"Jesus man.. Ya scared me." I say, putting my hand over my chest.

"Yeah.. Should've thought that through instead of tapping. Sorry." He nervously chuckles.

"What brings you here?" I ask.

"Oh just.. Um.. Wanted to go for a walk. Then i saw you so i thought maybe we'd talk for a bit since i haven't seen you in awhile." He rushed out, and gave me a crooked smile.

I almost blushed at the sight of his smile.

I turn my flushed face away, and grip the bag in my hand tighter.

"I was just picking up something for my cousin." I say, even though he didn't ask.

"Well, since we're both here at the same time, wanna just hang for a bit?" John offers.

"Sure." I reply, my face still turned away, with now a slight blush to it.

"How was your day?" He asked, as we start to walk along.

"Could be better." I mumble.

"Same."

"......."

Wow. Im just so great at making conversation. By not even talking at all-

There was a awkward silence between us, nothing but the sound of our shoes hitting the pavement and the plastic bag in my hand. Small talk is so not my thing.

"Life... AMirIgHt?" John says, giving me a dorky grin.

I snort, and feel my face burn.

"Yep. Its all going downhill." I reply.

"Wish things were better bro."

I let out a quiet hum as a response. Why is he suddenly being nice? Why the ever loving fuck am i blushing?

I want to ask him why, why he feels the need to suddenly be nice after all that time. I was so entranced by the smile he gave before, that all of those memories washed away. I don't understand..

Ohmygod-

Am i g-

"Why are you really here?"

"...Sorry? What?"

Woah. Guess my mouth had other plans. LetS juSt bluRt ouT oUr feeLinGs hHahHahHah-

"Why are you here? What's with the sudden act like we've been friends for awhile?" I could barely contain the words coming from my own mouth.

"I don't know..  Just thought that maybe things could change. I don't wanna be the bully anymore."

Oh the anger that was burning inside of me. Enough to fuel hell itself.

"So you thought after years of bullying a simple 5 second conversation with me being all nice would make that all go away?! I think the FUCK NOT!"

"You were terrible to me! I cried every fucking night over the names you use to call me! That fucking panic attack i had was because of you! You were the smart one who thought ripping someone's hood off would be funny. Well guess what? It FUCKING WASN'T! That moment was pure torture giving me the most unwanted flashbacks. Yes, you did try and comfort me, but i just can't fathom this dumb excuse for trying to be my friend.."

I don't know if my words were making any sense, but all the anger i had left was gone. It was now welling up in my eyes, ready to stream down into salty streaks.

"Fuck you." I growl with a voice crack.

The look on his freckled face was priceless, pure humiliation and discomfort. Not a single word i spewed out was regretted.

He moved his mouth as if an apology was going to come out, but he remained silent.

I wiped my eyes, and turned straight toward home.

Tears were blurring my vision, there was no containing the emotions i felt. All over my cheeks were the salty rivers of tears, and the headache plus snotty nose that comes with it. I was starting to regret my words, thinking i may of been to harsh because he just wanted a chill conversation but i fucked it up completely.

Before i could change my mind, i ran back.

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