There he stood, clad in a simple black hoodie with skinny jeans that brought out his skinny legs. With his normal pair of black vans, he looked up at his brother. His brother was standing up against one of the lockers that was placed outside, slowly taking drags from the cigarette he put in his mouth not too long ago.

They never looked over, and if they did, I would be caught staring at him once again. I couldn't help it. He had shoulder length brown hair that would be curly upon occasion, but mostly straightened. He was on the shorter side, but still taller than me, standing at a mere 5'6", his little brother that was a Junior this year had to be at least 5'10". The height difference between them was astonishing.

I continued to look over in their direction until someone snapped behind me. I turned around and faced one of the bands that was being formed here at Mission Bay. There stood TJ Bell, and Craig Mabbitt, looking at me with unamused eyes. Craig never liked me from day one. He was close with my brother beyond belief, and then he left the band. Him and my brother are still best friend to the day, but his hatred still continued.

I quietly apologized and grabbed my books and my bag. I walked towards the strip of lockers that mine was located on. I guess I was focused too much on the brothers, I didn't notice they were standing in front of my locker.

I whispered a couple of swears under my breath, and slowly made my way up to them. The brothers don't like me. They have tormented me for as long as I could remember.

No one knows that I am Max Green's sister. He wasn't one to talk about me. I wasn't shocked though. I felt like if everyone knew I was his sister, they wouldn't treat me any better, or maybe just a little better.

When I finally made my way up to where they were standing, I looked up at the boy with spikey blonde hair. He scoffed at me and continued his conversation with his brother. I just sat there, looking down at my old worn out black Vans.

They didn't bother too ask if this was my locker, or even slightly move. I don't dare talk to them, so why would they think I came up here to talk.

I was probably standing there a good five minutes, until the two diverted all their attention to me. "Can I help you?" the one with the blonde hair, known as Mike, interrogated. I brought my hand up from my side and pointed to the dingy blue locker that had the number 588 slightly carved into it. "Oh this is your locker? I should've guessed, that's why you were standing there. Let me help you with that."

He didn't step out of the way for me, instead he took everything that was in my hands and threw it on the ground. Him and his older brother laughed as they kicked it around. They stopped when they noticed a small brown book.

I was internally praying they wouldn't pick it up. I didn't want to move, because I know that they would just shove me up against a locker. They eyed the book, than me, than the book, so on and so forth.

Mike's older brother, that was very much shorter than him, Vic, jumped from his position and grabbed the book. He picked it up and threw it to his brother who slid it into his back pocket.

They both just smirked at me and walked away like nothing happened. Everyone looked at me, like I had a million heads. My stuff was scattered across the concrete paving of the outside grounds.

Another day where I'm going home to an empty house, and hating my life. I bent down and picked up all of my items and walked to my locker. I quickly opened it, throwing everything and pulling out the little box. I shoved it into my hoodie pocket and slammed my locker door. The bell rang and I began my walk home. I walked past the table that TJ and Craig were sitting at with the rest of Escape. "Hey, Green," Mabbitt's voice rung through my ears.

I turned on my heel and faced the group. "We saw what happened with Fuentes," he spoke. I shrugged my shoulders and went to walk away. "We want to help you. We see them abusing you everyday."

"Since when do you care Craig? Since when do any of you care? You guys have seen the abuse? And then you speak up when there is only five months of school yet?" I inquired. He looked at me and rolled his tongue under his bottom lip. "Forget it."

I turned back around and started my journey home. I was sick and tired of everyone acting like they care. They don't and I don't know why they try. Vic Fuentes hates me, and I like him. Nothing will change. I will just be the girl that you push around until the day I am six feet under. No one understands how much all this abuse tears me apart inside. I don't even have anyone to talk to about it, so I keep it bottled up and then write most of my feelings in my journal.

The journal the Vic and Mike Fuentes took. I was in for an adventure tomorrow. The Fuentes brothers were some of the most popular kids in school, and I know that they don't know how to keep their mouths shut.

When I finally reached the Victorian style home I live in, I glanced over to the rather large driveway.

No cars.

I peeked over to the side of the garage, and my brother's long board was sitting there next to mine. That means he is home unless someone picked him up and he went somewhere.

I put my hand on the handle of the front double doors and pushed it open. My brother was in the living room playing Xbox. I slid my shoes off and walked up the stairs, throwing my bag in my room. I grabbed my phone and earbuds, and walked over to the door that had a separate staircase from the rest of the house. I opened the door, and grabbed my key on the way out, locking the door before I closed it.

I skipped down the steps and waked over to the side of the garage and grabbed my long board. I started playing Green Day and shoved my earbuds in my ears and riding away from the house.

I pulled the small box out of my back pocket. Inside sat six cancer sticks and a black lighter. I started smoking as a stress reliever and then it picked up a little bit. Thanks to Max, he is willing to get me cigarettes whenever I need them, as long as I paid.

Thankfully, he wouldn't have to anymore, because I do turn eighteen in about roughly nine months. I was out of this house, out of this town the moment it happens.

I rode for about twenty minutes than arrived at the small park that I would usually sit at and write. I can't though, because Mike and Vic have it.

It sucks knowing the boy you are madly in love with has no interest of even being polite to you.

Since the eighth grade, Vic has been a complete douche bag, but soon enough I started to develop feelings for him. I completely regret it though, considering he hates me.

There is no one else that will take those feeling away from me and I was sure of it.

I just wish Vic Fuentes understood how I really felt.

Notes

well, hello! this is my Vic story!

it is going to alternate point of views, from Maryssa to Vic, and occasionally Mike.

I have a lot planned for this story. you will see a lot of bands mentioned in this. it is complete unreal, but it isn't supposed to be realistic and i am fine with that.

you will see a lot of bands that really haven't formed in California, but they will be a big part in it.

um, yeah! i really do hope you guys enjoy!

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