20 - Sick

~Punch’s Point of View~

“He’s not answering my texts, and when I called him it said his number isn't in service. Did… Did he block me,” she sobs, and my gut tightens. Mick practically does a backflip, maybe Hector is doing my job for me.

“Hey, hey come on. Don’t cry into your tomato soup and grilled cheese,” I say, chomping on mine. I slipped the older lunch lady a $100 bill at the beginning of the school year and she always gives me two lunches when I actually show up. I’m a growing boy who needs his calories.

Her hand visibly shakes when she tries to eat some soup and I grab a napkin to catch the spill. My body only wants to fuck up someone for making her upset, seeing her cry messes with me. It always has. But in this situation, it’s actually the best thing for her.

“Hey Haze, what’s wrong,” a female says, sitting down next to her.

“Ohh Kylie,” she sobs, wrapping her arms around the girl and bawling into her neck.

“Female shit,” I say, trying to look macho and tough. I quickly