"So, what really happened Monday?"
"I am sorry what?" America responded a bit shook.
"Admit it Ames, something went down. I know it." Philip said with a smirk.
America slurped his soda trying to avoid this conversation.
Very loudly, Philip frowned.
"America, you know you can't keep it a secret forever," America spit out his coke onto the table.
"It's all a ghost story." He said wiping off his face.
Philip sighed, and cleaned the table.
"Just fuck off ok.."
"No. I am your friend and Ames I need to know these things."
"I am fucking 19. I can say and do whatever I want to Philip."
"But—"
"Quit acting like you've been with me." Me muttered
"What?"
"JUST SHUT UP OK?" Everyone locked eyes on the two.
America didn't want to yell to get attention.
He sighed and left.
••••••••••••
Stupid friends. Always talk shit about you behind your back.
Don't even know when the fuck they do it cause of the damn internet.
America didn't wanna go anywhere. He didn't wanna go to his dorm, or to his home.
He wanted to stay out in the streets and drop his phone for people to smash.
Now he was sure United Nations would see that whole incident.
Then they'd assign a new America.
He sighed and found an alley, cliché enough.
It was dark, and dingy. Exactly what he needed. Before he went to the alley he grabbed a vape.
Safe to say he stayed there for the night.
Next day would be Wednesday or Thursday.
America didn't care, he wanted Jesse back. The only person who knew what pain he was going through.
But even when the pain is viable, people cannot see it over their ego.