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Realization and Regret

-Phil's POV-

   I went through my morning classes waiting to talk to Richy again to see if he had anything. 

As soon as 4th period was over, I ran straight to the table, so fast Mrs. Flask yelled at me. Whatevs. 

I beat Chubb, Greg, and even Richy to the table. I sat down on the cold hard seats. I was tapping my foot looking around anxiously as the rest of the gang had arrived. Well, I wouldn't call them a gang... these guys interact 0. The only reason anyone even talks is because of me, and sometimes Chubb, but that's always very brief. 

Richy had sat down, sitting his binder on the table. 

"Did the principal have anything?" I asked, sounding rather impatient. 

"I went by there this morning and he hasn't looked yet." Richy responded calmly. I slumped down in my seat, obviously upset. 

"Give him time, Phil. We'll have our answers soon." Richy assured, putting a hand on my shoulder. 

I sighed. "Thanks, Richy." 

"Now... obviously someone had to of been late to their class. If someone was goofing off in the halls, there's no way they made it to class on time." 

I shook my head. "The only reason I was in the hallway is because I forgot my homework, so I went to get it..." 

Richy looked thoughtful for a minute. "No one was late to my class." 

"Tyler was late to my class that day." I heard Greg mumble as he had his face buried in his arms, supposedly asleep. 

"What class???" I asked. 

"Flask's." He responded. 

"No, I mean what period?" 

He took a hand and raised 4 fingers before putting his hand back. 

"4th period... of course..." Richy realized. 

"We have our perpetrator." I perked up. "Let's get him!" I had formed a fist with one hand and punched my palm, signaling that I was gonna send him to Hell and back. 

"Woah woah, calm down Phil. Beating him up won't solve anything. We need to talk to him and your other friends and resolve this." Richy said to me.

I looked down. "They won't listen to ANYTHING I have to say..." I say quietly, forming a fist. 

"Maybe not, but they'll listen to me." Richy said, looking over at the quiet students that used to be my best friends. 

"You'll make it worse..." I said, my hand shaking at this point. 

"I have to try. There's a chance that this can fix everything." 

I let my hand relax as I sighed. "Fine. Just... not now..." 

Richy nodded. "I'll catch them first thing tomorrow." 

I nodded. "Ok...."

-Tyler's POV-

   I looked over at Phil's old gang. They aren't showing any signs of getting over him. They won't forgive him. They refuse to listen. they must of really trusted him to still be in this state, even after so long... 

What've I done....? It wasn't supposed to be this serious. I just wanted to see them suffer for a couple of days, but they were supposed to put it behind them and make up. 

I expected them to try to find out who actually did it, but they are still acting heartbroken over the incident. I looked over at Richy's table to see Phil and Richy talking. Phil seems mighty angry. 

So they must've of figured it out.... good. Hopefully they'll believe him. This will mean my suspension, but I don't care. I will help fix the damage I've done, even if it mean losing my friends... 

Derek, Rachel........ 5......... 5! He must've known they'd react like this! Why else would he have me do this?! He knew they'd be broken over this, and it's my fault.... I never wanted it to go this far... I'll confess first thing tomorrow.... if they haven't kicked my ass by then....... 

Sorry, 5, but I'm not as cruel as you.... goodbye.

Woo!!! Finally, some action! I hope you continue to enjoy the story! Well, toodles!

Heh, I remember when I was still planning this chap... I was so excited to finally publish this...

Well, toodles again