I drag Sal behind me as I exit the classroom in disbelief and hurt.

I can't believe I ever let Sal talk me into trusting her....liking her.

Because just when I threw my heart out on the line again It automatically gets ripped up and stepped on.

I was starting to trust her. And my trust is a very hard thing to earn. But after what Sal said about her, the way he spoke so highly about her...I figured, maybe she is as nice as he says.

A small part of me wishes I stayed back in that classroom with her. Maybe we could've talked this out. Maybe it wasn't as smart of me to barge out of the classroom like that as I thought it was in the moment...

"Larry."

I hear a voice but don't actually pay attention to what it's saying.

"Larry!"

I blink as I'm dragged away from my pessimistic thoughts.

I turn to look at the voice and it's Sal.

I stop walking and take the chance to actually look to where I had dragged us. We're outside of school now, standing infront of the schools steps.

I take a deep breath in as I drag my hands down my face.

"I shouldn't have trusted a single thing you told me on that call."

I wasn't lying. I knew from the beginning exactly what she was like, but I thought maybe - maybe I was wrong. But I wasn't. I let Sal talk me into this.

"She is exactly what I thought she'd be. The same stuck up bitch that I invisioned her as, man."

I began. Sal stood infront of me in distress.

"Bullshit Larry, you have no idea what she's like."

Sal protested against me. But why is he defending her?

"Sal listen to yourself! You're so fucking blindly inlove with that bitch you are defending her when she is the one in the wrong!"

I confronted Sal.

"No. You listen to yourself. She was just stressed and scared! She didn't mean those things."

Was she really?

Maybe I was too hard on her?

No, I was just treating her how she was treating me.

"Sal, you're either on my side, or you're in my way."

I stop and walking closer to him.

"Take. Your. Pick."

I demand, adding emphasis onto each word.

"Larry...come on. Don't be like this."

"Don't be like what Sal? Realistic?"

I question him, cocking and eyebrow.

"Larry, we are friends. Best friends."

Sal began.

"Are you really going to just let some girl ruin that?"

"No, I'm not. But are sure you're not?"

"What?"

"Jesus christ Sal, get fucking real."

He needs to wake up wake up and smell the fucking coffee.

"You were the one who invited her into our lives. Willingly so. Maybe you've noticed how everything has been falling apart since she got here?"

"Larry that's not because of Y/N-"

"There it is again! Your sick excuse to convince me to let her stay in my life. Our lives."

I take a deep breath then sigh.

"Look, I've been through enough pain when I lost my dad. I don't want to go through something like that again."

"So it's either we stay with the same fake, two face gal. Or we can find a more loyal and decent person."

I say. Making the correct choice obvious.

"I get that Larry. I do, but, Y/N- she- she's... different."

"Seriously Sal?"

I give him an un impressed glare.

"No! Just hear me out."

"I did hear you out. I have heard you out. And look at where we are now, Sal."

I give him a reality check.

"Our lives are going to shit just because you want to swap spit with some girl!"

Sal just stands there listening to me go on and on about how I feel about this whole situation. Not even knowing what to say.

...

...

"O-Okay! Oh. kay,"

Sal interrupts me in the middle of my rant.

"Maybe we can sort this out?"

"Sort this out?"

I question him. With a glare as if to say 'are you serious?'.

"Yeah. Let's just go home and take a breather, then tomorrow we can talk this out with Y/N. Maybe we could get her side of this?"

Sal explains.

God he is so inlove with a girl he met a month ago.

I mean it doesn't sound half bad, but I don't necessarily enjoy saying someone is right, or going along with someones more 'saine' plan to fix the problem. Especially when I'm all heated and annoyed.

I groan quietly then decide I should go along with it. Tomorrow we will fix this, get a better understanding of this whole thing. It's all just very...confusing.

"Okay. Tomorrow we will ask for her side."

I cross my arms and look away from him.

"Good. Thank you. Now let's go, I think we've had enough girl problems for one day."

Sal laughs a little then turns to walk out the schools front gates.

I follow him and jog up to his side, beginning our small journy home.

8/7/22

AKA : August, 7th/2022