Vic's POV

“Mr. Drennings, can I use the restroom?” I ask as the bell rings. He looks up at me from his desk and nods his head.
“Go ahead. Hurry up, though.” I quickly nod and head out of the room. As soon as I'm out of the room I see Jaime talking to Kellin in the middle of the hallway. Jaime's back is to me and Kellin instantly spots me.
“T-this is fake.” I hear Jaime say as I get close to the two of them. Kellin smirks and raises his eyebrows.
“You can think what you like, but I know what happened and so does he.” Says Kellin, picking up his arm and pointing at me. I know exactly what they're talking about and I feel tears escape my eyes as Jaime turns around to look at me. His eyes meet mine and he quickly puts his head down and starts crying. He stands there for a few seconds before shoving past me and out the doors. Kellin begins to laugh and I look up at him, wiping my eyes.
“What did you do to him, Kellin?” I ask, trying to hold back the tears. I have a pretty good idea of what he told him, but I need to know for a fact. He smiles a little and holds out that damned picture from the party. Kellin had shown it to me a few days ago and threatened me with it. It was from the party I went to 4 days ago. Someone gave me a pill that night. I didn't know what it was, but I still took it. I don't remember anything that happened after that aside from what I was told.
Kellin puts his hand on my shoulder and looks at me.
“You were a great lay, babe... Even unconscious.” He states smiling like an idiot before running out the doors Jaime went through.
As soon as he is out of sight I run to the bathroom. I go straight to the stall farthest away from the entrance and search my backpack for the thing I needed the most. I don't care if Jaime made me promise to never do it again right now. I need to. I feel the cold metal against my fingers and instantly pull it out to look at it. I pull my sleeves up and run the blade against my upper arm, gradually getting deeper with each cut. I see the blood begin to flow and I sigh. I sit there for a few minutes until I hear someone come into the bathroom. I quickly pull my sleeve down and flush the toilet before opening to door to the stall and walking out. I look around the bathroom and see Tony at the sink washing his hands. I clear my throat and walk up to the sink. Tony looks up at me and smiles.
“Hey, Vic. What's up?” He asks. I look up at him and fake a smile.
“uh hey. Nothing really...” I say as I slightly pull up my sleeves so they won't get wet. I feel my eyes widen as I see the blood covering my wrist. I hear Tony gasp a little and I quickly pull my sleeves down.
“I uh... I've got to go.” I say as I start to walk out. I feel Tony grab my other arm and pull me back to where I was standing. He quickly pulls my sleeves up and looks at my arms. I instantly freeze as he looks up at me, tears forming in his eyes. Why does he seem to give a shit? It's not like we really talk all that much.
“Vic, what is this?” he asks. Oh like he doesn't know. I bite my lip and pull my sleeves back down.
“I-it's nothing. I uh.. my cat...” I say, sighing. I feel his grip tighten on my wrists a little and he pulls me into a hug. I instantly hug him back and I feel his body start shaking. Is he really crying over this? He doesn't even know me that well anymore... I mean, we used to be friends, but we went our separate ways when we got into high school. He pulls away and wipes his eyes.
“Okay, I'll pretend that I believe that for your sake, but for mine, take my number. We're hanging out after school, okay? I miss talking to you.” He says. I nod and he pulls out a piece of paper and a pen.
He quickly writes his name and number on the paper and hands it to me before pulling me into another hug. I'll admit, I did miss talking to him. I pull away from the hug and he pats my upper arm.
“I have to go back to class, okay? I'll wait for you in the parking lot after school lets out.” I nod again and he exits the bathroom.
Did that really just happen?

Jaime's POV

“Please... Stop... please.” I whimper, clenching my eyes shut as he runs the blade down my chest. I feel the blood spring from the cut and I bite my lip harder than before.
“oh you'd like that, wouldn't you?” I hear Kellin whisper into my ear. I slightly open my eyes as I feel him get out of my lap. He suddenly yanks my pants down and then moved to his own.
“turn over, faggot.” he quickly says once his pants are down. I don't listen to him, and he comes up to me and slaps me. “FUCKING TURN AROUND.” I flinch at his voice and do as he says. Maybe he'll let me leave once he does what he needs to do. I feel him roughly push into me and I let out a pained moan. He begins to thrust harder and faster and I hold my breath. I hear him moan rather loud and he soon releases into me. He slowly pulls out and begins to put his pants on. I relax my legs and slowly lay down on my stomach and begin to cry.
“Oh come on, you weren't THAT bad.” I hear Kellin say, laughing. I don't reply; I just lay there. I want to die. I can't handle this anymore. I hear him open the door to the barn and quickly close it. I lift my head to see if he left as I hear a short clicking noise. I don't see him anywhere, so I lay back down on my stomach, letting my thoughts consume me.
What did I do to deserve this?
It's all my fault.
I should have run.
Why did I trust him?
I should have known he was lying.
I should have known.