He blushed. "I'm going out with that French kid!" Shit. I tried not to cry. Ummm...what should I do! Do not cry. So, if I was to start crying...I then pulled out my arm, looking at the cuts and scars and such. Al looked at my arm and sighed. I just said "That's wonderful.." He looked at my arm "What happened this time?" "Bitchy mother, horrid family, only one friend, being bullied every day...same old same old.." "Oh..." That's one thing I love about Al. He doesn't have to say much and I know that he understands. "Bonjour, mon amour~" Speak of the devil. Al's face lit up. "Hey babe!" If I saw my face it'd probably have heartbreak all over it. Al kissed the Frog's cheek. With that I turned around looking through my stuff. Something sharp, anything! Pen? No...Pencil? Dull point. Plastic knife? Why the hell is that even in my backpack?! Anyway, I'd have to do. Al seemed to have snapped back to reality and was hovering over me "Artie...what are ya doin'?" He faked a smile, as well as a sweet tone. I looked away. "It's nothing..." He grabbed the knife from me. Damn it! "What is going on, mon amour?" "Hm? Oh, Artie's my best friend!" Friend zoned. "Emo Boy?" I felt hot tears forming. "Maybe if you would fucking understand, you fucking son of a bitch, Frog, wanker, g-" "Artie! What's wrong? You don't normally curse people out...I'm worried.." He looked like he was about to cry. I was as well, this whole thing being to much for me.. "It's...nothing.." It was everything. "That's a lie...please tell me!" "Oh...but Alfie I can't..." I said in a small voice. He smiled "Did you just call me Alfie?" I blushed "Yes.." The bus soon came after, and it was going to wind up being the worst of my life.