Chapter 13

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Friday

Craig's POV

I can't wait to get to the bus stop.

And to see Tyler.

But first I have to get ready.

While getting dressed, I could smell coffee being made. Mom must be awake.

"Good morning, mother," I greeted her, grabbing a coffee cup.

"Good morning, sweetie. Oh here, let me," She poured the coffee in my cup, and I grabbed bread to make toast.

"Do you mind if I sleep over at Tyler's tonight?" I asked her.

"No, go ahead. Will it be just the two of you?" She asked.

I grabbed the finished toast and put them on two plates.

"I think his parents will be home," I replied, taking a bite of my toast.

"Okay, have fun at school sweetie." I drank the rest of the coffee, grabbed the toast and walked to the door.

"Bye Mom!" I called out before leaving.

Walking down the street I could see Tyler. And he saw me approaching, and came over to give me a hug.

Then after, I slapped him.

"No balls, huh?" I asked.

"Ow. And rude," Tyler said, pushing me away from him.

"Don't be a bitch then," I told him, laughing.

"Ouch. I created a savage," Tyler said, looking proud.

"But are we still good for spending the night?" I asked him.

"Of course, just because you slapped me doesn't mean I'll let you bitch out," Tyler said.

"Me bitch out? Please, you know that won't happen."

The bus then arrived and we got on the bus.

I texted Brian to make sure he knew we were still meeting up. Tyler and Marcel looked at me.

"What?" I asked them.

"I still can't believe how much you're around Brian," Marcel stated.

"He's fun to be around," I told them.

Marcel and Tyler started laughing and I didn't know why.

"Oh, believe me, everyone knows that," Tyler said, and it made Marcel laugh even harder.

"I can't even breathe. Tyler, don't say that!" Marcel yelled at him.

The bus got to the school and I didn't bother questioning them. I just went to the old acting room.

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Brian's POV

I woke up to a slap on the face.

"Ow?" I groggily rubbed my face and opened my eyes.

Nogla was across the room getting dressed.

"Shit." The only thought in my head.

"I can't believe we fell asleep," Nogla said, throwing a shirt and sweat pants at me.

"Yeah, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come over. God I'm such an idiot." I muttered, quickly getting dressed.

I hate myself. I shouldn't still be doing this.

"Hurry up so we won't be late," Nogla said, leaving the room.

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