I'm Hurting (H2OVanoss)/BBS (In Progress)

Part of the Group

Marcel's POV

"Evan, you said you're considered popular at school, right?" Crystal asks. He nods.

"Then how come these are the only people you hang out with?"

"Um... probably because I feel uncomfortable with making friends at school because I don't want people to be my friend because of how I look, or how popular I am."

"How did you guys all meet?" She asks.

"We met in gym class in eighth grade. We were put into groups because we were playing football, and we all got put together. Some of us were already kind of friends, but we all started hanging out together after we worked well in football." Tyler explains.

"Yeah, and after they found out about all of my issues and stuff, they never left, so I knew that they were keepers." Evan smiles.

"And you are too." Luke says to Crystal. She smiles

"Thank you." She mumbles.

"You guys can start playing the game again, by the way. I'm okay." Evan claims. It seems like we can never tell if he's being real or not. I can't lie, it makes me nervous.

Evan's POV

"Are you sure?" Arlan asks. I nod. Tyler purses his lips before turning around and grabbing his controller. Crystal, Brian, Lui, and Marcel all grab controllers and turn on the game as Jon sits next to me and everyone else that is not playing scatters around the room, talking to someone or cheering on someone that is playing the game, which leaves us alone. He sits right next to me and I put my head in his lap as I hold the towel to my head and lay on my back, looking up at him.

"You're really pretty, you know that?" He tells me.

"You're really pretty too." I smile. He leans down and kisses me.

"So...about earlier..." He mumbles.

"We'll have to finish when we're alone."

"Fine..." He pouts, "Your head should be done bleeding by now." I take the towel off and touch my head. No more blood. I sit up and put the towel in a hamper for dirty clothes. Jon wraps both of his arms around me and pulls me against his chest.

"F*CK!!" Tyler screams

Crystal laughs,"You dumba*s!"

"F*ck off Crystal! You're just like Brian!" Marcel yells.

"She fits in well." Jon mentions to me.

"Yeah...oh f*ck. I'll be right back, I forgot something." He lets go of me and I stand up.

"Wait. You're going outside?" Jon asks. I nod.

"Your dad-"

"He's not there. I promise."

"Can I come with you?" He asks.

"No. It'll only take me a second." I tell him before opening the door and walking out, closing it behind me. I walk downstairs and walk out of the front door, looking to my right. I grab all of the items that I placed behind the bush in Jon's yard and put them in my pocket.

"You do that sh*t?"  I turn around and see Dad's friend. I sigh.

"No." He walks up to me and shoves me against a wall outside.

"Can I help you?" I ask.

"Yes, actually. You can." He starts lifting up my shirt and sliding down the top of my pants, exposing the top of my boxers. I push him away and book it inside, locking the door quickly. I run upstairs and before I walk in, I make sure I pull my pants back up all of the way and fix my hoodie. I open the door and close it behind me.

"Hey, we heard talking outside. Was someone there?" Craig asks. I walk over to my bag and put the items inside.

"Nope..." I mumble.

"Evan, my window is right here, we can hear you."  Tyler claims. I turn around and put my hands in my pockets.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I lie. Tyler looks at me with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you sure you don't?" He asks. I walk back over and sit next to Jon.

"Mhm." I hum. He looks at me strangely before turning back around along with everyone else and playing the game.

After an hour of rage and laughs, they turn off the game and we all just sit around.

"It's starting to get hot... do you guys wanna go swimming tomorrow?" Tyler asks. We all agree to that. They all start making plans, but what am I going to do about my arms? I mean...It's not that bad. From a distance, you can't really notice it.

7"What are you thinking about?" Lui asks me. That's what mom used to ask me. She used to always ask me what I was thinking about because I was always daydreaming.

"Nothing." I respond. I gotta stop getting lost in my head. I also have that word on my chest.

"We're going at 2, right?" Jon asks.

"Yeahh" Brock answers.

"You can't cover up your hickies in a pool, Jon." Brian teases. Jon rolls his eyes and smiles. I can't cover up these scars, either.

"Evan, what did you do with the extra stuff in the box?" Arlan asks.

"What extra stuff?" I ask.

"You know, the lube, the noose, the knives, the bullets, the condoms, all that sh*t." Arlan adds.

"I still have it."

"Why do you have all of that stuff in your room?" Crystal asks.

"I don't know what to do with it. I'm not gonna use it." I explain.

"Good..." Jon mutters.

"IIII dooon't waantt toooo talkk aboutt thiss anymoree." Brock sings. We all smile.

"This is so sad..." I mumble.

"What do you mean?" Marcel asks.

"We don't have anything to talk about besides depressing sh*t." I comment, laying my head on Jon's shoulder.

"Yeah...It is kind of sad, isn't it? But at least we have each other, right?" Ryan says. The room stays silent.

"Yeah. You guys are boring, I'm going to bed." Brian says as he stands up and grabs his sleeping bag. We all laugh and do the same.

"Lui get the F*CK away from my bag, bro." Luke jokes.

Lui laughs, "F*ck off, I don't like you anyways."

"Goodnight, losers." Jon says as we turn off the lights and climb into bed.

"Goodnight, dipsh*t." Tyler mumbles, making us laugh until we fall asleep.