The second I entered my house I ran up to my room. Mom looked confused and Rafe probably didn't notice.

I locked my door then leaned on it, slowly sliding down as I begin to process what the actual fuck just happened. I felt tears coming and I just let it happen. I ran my hand through my hair in frustration.

I'm such a fucking idiot! This is my fault! I let my guard down and look where I am! I can't do this, I can't handle this, I'm not supposed to be here I'm supposed to be in Toronto! even though it was pretty bad there too... Nevertheless its my fucking fault! I'm a mistake, everything I do is wrong. I don't want to do this anymore. I don't want to be here anymore! I don't want to feel a thing anymore...

I took my bottle and went into the bathroom. I chugged the rest then opened my makeup bag. I took my razor and stared at it, with my drunken, hazy vision. Well, why not? its just a little cut, right? And I won't need very many to ease the pain because I already downed half a bottle of Jack, right?

And with that, I slid the piece of metal across my thigh. My vision so blurry I can't even count how many scars I just made. I sat there, on the floor, with blood pooling around my body and I just chuckled a bit, I mean what a great start to the school year eh?

Then, darkness.

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I woke up still in the bathroom with dried blood all over myself and a pounding headache. I thought I'd be used to it by now, given the amount of times I've woken up in this exact setting.

I got up and sat on the toilet, clenching my teeth at the pain. At least I felt good for a moment right?. After I finished cleaning up –my wounds and the bathroom–I went to my bedroom and changed.

I grabbed phone and earbuds and went to my bed. While I was putting on music I realised it was 2am. How the hell was I asleep so long AND feel as tired as I do right now? Oh, and mother of the year award goes to...! She didn't even check up on me, wow glad to know she cares; i could've died and she wouldn't even know.. even though I am greatful she didn't see me in my drunken-bloody state because that would've been really bad.

VIC'S POV

~earlier today when Andrea ran from the park~

I stood up but I didn't run after her. "Andrea please wait I need to talk to you!" . I didn't think she'd stop –and she didn't. But I need to speak to her when she's not intoxicated. Which actually really surprised me, she doesn't look like a girl to do such thing –then again I only met her this morning; but that was enough time for me to know she's an amazing person, and would have to be going through a decent amount of shit to do something like that.

that just makes me want to get to know her more. I want to help her, she seems like a pretty awesome girl. She has a great sense of humour, a great smile, her and Jaime seem to really hit it off too.–but I'll let him know she's off limits... For him at least.

~after walking home~

When I got home, mom and dad weren't here so I went straight upstairs to my room. It sounded quiet so I guess Mike's not home either. I changed into comfortable clothes then laid on my bed, trying to think of a way to approach this girl tomorrow.

So I think I see her the period before lunch so I can probably ease her into a conversation during class then continue at lunch. I'll just tell the guys I was busy if they ask. But what if she runs again? Chase her dumbass. But what if she doesn't even show up tomorrow? Well, I guess she can't hide forever right? But what if she changes schools? Fuck, then I'll never see her again. And I really want to see her again, one day was not enough, shes so beautiful. The way her purple hair frames her gorgeously tan skin, and her perfect body in those clothes she wore today... Wow, and her glasses just complete the look. She's stunning. But I need to figure out what caused her beautiful face to shed tears, I want to help her.

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VIC'S POV

As soon as I entered school I saw her standing by her locker, she was wearing black skinny jeans, red converse and a dark grey Nirvana hoodie. Thank God my locker is really close to hers. I started walking up to her but out of her vision just in case she ran if she saw me. Wow seems like things are going great between us two huh? I gently tapped her shoulder then opened my locker.

"Vic, I would really rather not to not speak to you" she said lowly. She didn't even look at me. Something's wrong.

I hesitated but turned to face her anyway.

"Did I, uh.. do something wrong..?"

Vic you idiot! Of course you did something wrong! You chased her out of school, tried to take her booze (even though she shouldn't have had it) then when you saw scars on her arms you grabbed it and asked her about them!!

She sighed and turned to face me. "No, this was my fault, I shouldn't even have spoken to you in the first place. So please let me be" she slammed her locker and walked away. Shit, now she's blaming herself. But why? It was obviously me, right? Women, I'll never understand, but I'll have to try to if I want one.

I slammed my locker and went to find Tony so we could go to first period together and maybe he can help me –he is a quiet but wise Turtle.

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I sped to my biology class. when I got there, to my surprise Andrea was there. Sitting at the same place she was yesterday –beside me. I went and sat next to her, smiling when she looked at me. She gave me a half smile and looked back to her notebook.

"Hey Andrea" she sat up straight and turned to face me.

"Hey Vic"

"Look before you say anything I'm sorry I–" she cut me off by waving her hand.

"Vic, why are you apologising? I'm the one who ran from you when you tried introduce me to your friends. I'm the one who tried getting drunk the second I stepped foot out of this school and acted like a bitch to you when you tried helping me. I'm the one who slammed my locker in your face and just left you there, that was a pretty dick move. I'm sorry."

She looked genuinely upset. She's so caring and selfless, wow I think I like her even more now. I smiled at her and gave her a hug. She was tense at first but eventually hugged me back. I whispered in her ear:

"its alright, I wasn't offended in the slightest. But promise me we'll talk about this during lunch?"

I broke away from the hug before it got awkward.

"Sure" she smiled at me then turned to face the front of the class. Thank God we were in the very back of the class where no one can see or hear us.

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~lunch~

ANDREA'S POV

As the biology teacher continued blabering about useless stuff, i couldn't help but feel relieved he wasn't angry. But how do I break to him , after all that nonsense, that I can't be his friend? Maybe he could be an exception? Yeah, I think this could work, but ONLY friends. But what about Jaime? And his other friends? I can't be friends with just one, Jaime said they're "like a package". Well, if Vic trusts them, I'll trust them too but that's final.

Biology is now over and Vic and I are gathering our things and exiting the classroom.

"So Andrea, you wanna go somewhere alone? I think the auditorium is empty"

I can tell he's nervous, I think it's adorable. ANDREA STOP remember, just friends? I must be strong.

"Yeah sounds cool, just let me buy some lunch and we'll go"

He nodded and followed me to the cafeteria where I bought lemonade and half a Turkey sandwich. He got the same and we were off.

We sat on the stage, facing each other.

"Sooo..."

I giggled at his awkwardness.

"Sooo..." I repeated

"Can I just be straight forward?"

I got a bit nervous but nodded anyways

"Andrea why did you run from my friends yesterday? And why were you drinking?'

I bit my lip. "If I'm being completely honest Vic, I've had a rough life so far and a one of the reasons I moved to San Diego was because it was going from shitty to a real fucking mess. My friends and people who I really cared about backstabbed me in the worst possible way. So I can't trust anymore and when you and Jaime showed up, for some reason, i couldn't be bitch a turn away, but when you said you guys had more friends, my anxiety levels went sky high. So I ran. Then at the end of the day, I was still freaked out as fuck, so i decided to try and drown my thoughts in whiskey"

I can't face him, I'm so ashamed of myself he probably thinks I need mental help. But hey, but at least I don't need to worry about him anymore right?

he grabbed my hands. "Andrea please look at me"

I did as he asked, with tears threatening to fall from my eyes.

"I understand what you're going through, and I'm so sorry for putting you in that position. But you can trust me, I swear you're safe with me, I'll make sure of it. Ok? I want to be your friend, will you be mine? " I giggled at his choice of words.

"Ok Vic, I'll be your friend" he grinned from ear to ear and we hugged.

After lunch was over we skipped last period and hid in my trusty broom closet talking about everything and anything. Maybe I can trust him...

Notes

Hello again! I decided to update again because my last chapter was complete shit so I needed to clear some stuff up. Is this ok? Did y'all like the Vic POV? Did I screw that up? I appreciate all feedback!

Bye babes! ;*