You Dismantle Me [3]
Brendon didn’t even give Ryan a chance to react before Brendon’s fist was connected with his face. Ryan looked like he was going to jump him, but he didn’t. They left no other choice but for both of them to stare at each other. Who would make the first move?
“Okay I’m not going to ask why either of you have bruises on your faces, but I’m going to assume that some one needs to separate you two.” Both of the boys looked down the stairs of the porch and Jon Walker was standing at the bottom. He came up the stairs two at a time and opened the door to Ryan’s house. “Ry, go inside.” Ryan gave Brendon one more look before following Jon’s order. Once inside, Jon shut the door and walked over to Brendon.
“You can’t tell me what to do Jon.” Jon didn’t say anything, but he did give Brendon a pretty dirty look. “What? He fucking started it Jon.”
“Brendon, I highly doubt it. Ryan wouldn’t even punch some one who just shot a puppy; he’s not that type of person.”
“Well obviously we know two totally different Ryans because he fucking almost cracked my skull open with a chemistry book. Jon, do you know how heavy those are?”
“No Brendon and I know you probably do because you and your geeky ways probably weighed it or did some complex formula to figure it out based on how fast it falls from the roof of your house. Not saying that’s a totally bad thing, because Ryan probably did it too.”
“So what you’re saying is that you are taking his side over mine? Some friend you are,” Brendon threw out and grabbed his book off the bench and threw it into his bag. Which Jon grabbed before Brendon could.
“No, well, not yet at least. What happened? I want the truth, and nothing but,” Jon retorted.
Brendon stayed quiet before giving a sigh. “He was being a smart ass. Then he thought it would be a good idea to introduce ourselves. He’s an athlete-“ Jon snorted and looked away. “What’s so funny?”
Jon shook his head. “So that’s what this is all about. Just because he runs track, you hit him? Brendon not everyone who is athletic is a complete self centered ass hole. I play basketball and you don’t treat me like trash.”
“He’s a smart ass.”
“Oh I get it now. So not only is he more athletic then you, he is smarter then you.”
“No, he’s not smarter then me.” Brendon reached for his bag but Jon pulled it away from him.
“But he is more athletic then you.” Jon stepped up on the bench.
“Jon! Whose side are you on, mine or his?” Brendon screamed trying to get up on the bench but Jon just pushed him down.
“Can’t I be on both?”
Brendon put his hands on his hips. “No you can’t as a matter of fact. It’s either him or me.”
“Brendon, it doesn’t always have to be either or. It can be both. Just like Ryan doesn’t have to be either athletic or nice. If you trust me enough you’ll take my word that Ryan isn’t even that athletic, but he’s an amazingly nice kid. He just wants to be your friend and you’re making it difficult.”
“I bet he doesn’t want to be my friend. I bet he’s friends with my sister and every day they do laps together on the track. I’m not stupid Jon.”
“She doesn’t even go to the same school! All your siblings are in private school or college. He doesn’t know them. You aren’t book stupid, but you are seriously lacking in the common sense department.”
Brendon kept staring at him. “So who are you choosing?”
Jon stood there looking at the roof for a few minutes. He moved his head side to side a few times, as if he was weighing the pros and cons of being friends with either one of them. Then he stepped up on the railing of Ryan’s porch, held the top and with all the strength he could, threw the bag on top of the roof. “I’ve decided.” Jon stepped down off the railing, off the bench, and walked over to Ryan’s door and turned around. “Have fun being by yourself.” Jon walked into the house without even looking back.
Brendon stood there with his mouth open. In the matter of twenty minutes he’s managed to get a concussion, and lose one of his best friends and that wasn’t even his main worry. Now his fucking backpack was on the roof and he didn’t do any of his homework! Now what was he going to do?
He was furious, he was pissed, and he was…having a mental break down. He started feeling hot, like his skin was going to melt. His head was pounding in his ears and it had nothing to do with the chemistry book he just took to his head. His hands were shaking, as if some one just scared him to death. Brendon ran off the porch and turned around to look at where his backpack was.
Yeah there was no way he was getting that.
At the center of the roof there was a window and Brendon could see Ryan laughing at something. What it was he wasn’t sure, but he knew Jon was a part of it and it was killing him. That good for nothing kid was taking everything from him.
Instead of looking like a stupid idiot on some one’s front lawn, he decided to look like an idiot running home crying. When he got home, he ran right to his room, locking his bedroom door behind him. Not like he was going to have anyone come and look for him.
What was he going to do? There was no way Brendon was going into school for the first time in his life without his homework. There is always the chance that his teachers will let him off, but Brendon couldn’t take that chance. This kid needs to pay. And Brendon knows just the way to do it.
Choose his faith:
A: Report to the Principal that Ryan has been copying all his homework from the internet
or
B: Take Ryan's homework the next day, put his name on it, and leave Ryan with no homework
AN2: Short Chapter, Choose wisely from now on :).