Someday

Year 7, Day 302

"Ugh," I groaned, leaning on our fence.

You'd think after what happened, we'd be back to being friends, right? After all, I jumped a kid almost twice my size. He could have beaten me to pulp.

But no, nothing.

I sighed as I threw my head back, hitting the fence a couple of times, the last one harder than the rest.

"Ow!"

"Shit," I muttered.

You've got to be kidding me.

Before I could have stopped myself, I asked, "You're here?"

"It's my fence too, you know?"

"Yeah, I'm surprised you know."

"Will," he started.

He was sorry; I knew that. I heard it in his voice, but the pent up frustration in me just boiled over. Words were about to erupt like magma, and if he wanted no part of it he should have evacuated 5 seconds ago.

Boom.

"You're so unfair. Unfair! If I did anything wrong, all you had to do was tell me. I would've said sorry. You know I would."

"You hate apologizing."

"I hate this," I was half screaming, but I didn't care. He wasn't the only one having a hard time here. "Whatever this is, more."

"Will," he tried again.

"Stop saying that!"

"Your name?"

"Yes! That and everything else."

"Why?"

"Because, I'm supposed to be pissed, asshat!"

"Did you just curse?"

"I'm 14," I reminded him, feeling awful he just heard me cursing. It wasn't my thing, never was.

Besides, Mom would-

"Your mom would hate that."

"Go tell her then. While you're at it, why don't you also explain why you bailed on her the last few-" Whatever I smart retort I had left to say died in my mouth when I noticed a pair of old Converse standing in front of me.

Bobby.

I didn't wanna look at him; I wanted to be pissed.

I was pissed.

I think.