Three

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I walked out of the classroom. Pete ran up to meet me, clapping his hand down on my shoulder. "Mikey, Mikey, slow down!" he said. "What's up? Are you okay?"

I sighed. "I want to jump out that window," I muttered. "Why?" he asked. "What happened?"

"Just... stuff," I said. "Don't worry about it."

"I can't! I love you too much not to worry about it." Pete wrapped his arm around my shoulders and pulled me against him. The whole thing made me want to cry. I guess it was just one of those days where the littlest thing could make you break down in tears.

"I promise, it's nothing," I lied.

"Mikes, I've known you long enough to tell when you're lying."

I opened my mouth, about to spill everything. Honestly, I did want to talk about it. I wanted to spill everything to him and cry while he held me. I knew we were in school, but it wasn't like neither of us hadn't ever skipped class before.

But I didn't get the chance to.

Pete let go of me, turning to respond to something on his right with a "What the-" He stopped and smiled.

"Oh, it's just you," he said. I leaned forward and saw Patrick standing beside Pete. He smiled at me, and I nodded at him. I couldn't smile. I was clenching my jaw so I didn't burst into tears.

"Hey, Petey," Patrick said. He leaned forward and kissed Pete on the cheek. I clenched my fists under my books.

"Hey, Patty."

Oh, lovely, they have cute pet names for each other. I swear, I ought to-

My phone went off in my pocket. I checked it to find a text from my brother.

G: I have detention today

ME: so I'm hiding out in the bathroom until you get out... awesome...

G: well actually Frank said he can come pick you up if you want

ME: you're texting him?

G: sure, why not?

ME: I'd rather not...

G: how come?

ME: G, you know how I feel about that whole situation

G: you and mom, I swear to God... I don't see what you're so worked up about, Frank and Raymond aren't going to do anything to hurt us

ME: I don't know how you can be so trusting of them when we don't even know them

G: well what's there to know? they don't feel anything M, there's nothing there

ME: yeah, that's why they'd have no problem pulling us away and making us like them

G: they already said they have no interest in that... besides, Frank says he wouldn't want to mess with the natural order of things and that because we're natural humans, he doesn't want to affect us

ME: you know, that's an awfully weird thing for someone with no emotions to say

G: dammit M, they aren't programmed to be dead inside, he tries to at least be somewhat friendly, they all do

ME: fine, he can pick me up, I have a lot of homework to do that I'd rather not do in a bathroom stall today

G: thanks for trusting me, M <3

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