If you want informations about this story, then go see the previous chapter.
!TRIGGER WARNING!:
•SA (and mention of It)
•Mention of toxic relationship
"Todays practice went so smoothly! And Luke, you did so good!" Said the club president.
"Oh! Thank you, Hailey! I really appreciate it!" The new drummer said, then turning to face the pianist, Zander Wickham.
"So... uhm... Zander, right?" He asked, slightly embaressed. His mind was trying to fight against his heart, which was about to get out of Lukes body from the extreme amount of beats.
"Do you... want to be my boyf- I MEAN- friend?" He asked.
"Oh well... I mean, sure, but... why me?" Questioned Zander.
"Well... because you seem like a really nice guy!"
Zanders heart skipped a beat. He didn't know If It was because of the shock or for... something... else.
"Uh... uhm... o-ok. I'll befriend you." He said, blushing from emberassment.
(Or maybe... from again... something else... 😋🏳️🌈...)
"Oh, really?! Thank you!" Luke said, lightly smiling.
Seeying Luke slime made Zanders heart beat faster and faster. He didn't know why or how. It just did. But he didn't mind it.
Four weeks later...
Zanders P.O.V.
School was over. Fucking finally. For all these days I kept getting those love letters from that anomynous guy. It felt weird and confusing, but everytime I had a rough day at school, those letters always cheered me up.
As I walked to my locker, I started to think about something.
That 'something' was Luke.
I couldn't stop thinking about him. I started developing feelings for him ever since I meet him.
(LUKE!!! WE HAVE GOOD NEWS🤭!)
I love his comforting smile. I love his golden eyes which glow under the sun. I love his fluffy autumn hair. I love his giggle. I love his kindess. I love his face. I lov-
"Hey, Zanderrrr!!!" I heard as I turned around to see Luke running in my direction.
"L-Luke?!" I said as he got in front of me.
"Hey Zander! I'm sorry If I scared you." Luke said, lightly smiling.
"But I wanted to ask If you would've liked to walk home... together?"
"Oh uhm... I would love to!"
"Really?! Oh alright then let's get going!"
"Oh well I need to take my stuff from my locker. I need to do my homework when I get home."
"Alright then! I'll wait for you at the entrance of the school!"
"O-okay..."
'HE'S SO SWEET OMFG! HE REALLY DOES CARE ABOUT ME!' I thought to myself as I started to pack up my things.
Luke is so kind, sweet, gentle, beatiful,ecc...
Things I'm not...
While I was packing up my things, I slightly noticed a letter.
'Maybe It's from the boy who sent me the love letter... I should probably read it.' I said as I started to take a closer look. It didn't look like It was packed up by the "love letter guy", yet I still wanted to read It.
______________________________________
To Zander Wickham,
Please meet me in the english classroom after school, I need to talk to you about something very important.
From ?
______________________________________
'What the fuck is up with everyone giving me letters?' I asked to myself. I knew it wasn't from the usual guy, since the handwriting was extremly neat, unlike the guys one.
'But what If It's really important? Should I really go?'
I sighed as I started walking to the english classroom. The only thing that could've been heard in the hallway were my steps.
After a couple of minutes, I managed to find the classroom. It looked empty. Something inside of me was screaming to NOT get in. It wanted to run away.
Yet I still was brave enough to open the door.
"Well, well, well... look who decided to show up..." I heard a familiar voice say. I then looked around the room to see a male figure infront of me. I then realized who that was.
My "ex boyfriend". Daniel Foster.
"It has been a while, hasn't It Alex?" He asked, smirking.
"I told you I didn't want anything to do with anymore, you bitchy cheater."
"Ohhh, slow down man, I'm not here to fight... I'm here for something else..."
"And what's that?"
"This."
Right after saying those words, he then pushed against the wall and started kissing me. I tried my best to escape and run away, but I couldn't. It was a waste of energy. He stopped kissing me. He started touching me. I was crying. I was screaming. I was yelling in pain. I was tired. He covered my mouth with a tape. I wanted for someone to come and help me. I all then felt numb. I felt numb from the pain. It hurted all too much. I then closed my eyes. It hurted. Too much. He got too deep. He spread my legs. It pained my body. But the pain couldn't stop. The thing that I could was just praying for It to stop. It wasn't the first time though...
...
Lukes P.O.V.
'It has been awhile now, where is he?' I thought to myself. It was late. I was worried.
"Fuck It, I'm going in."
I then started walking inside the school. It was really silent. Maybe he left without me? No. There was only one exit, I would've noticed.
I noticed a guy walking in the hallway. Daniel Foster.
"Oh! Luke! How's It, mate?"
"Daniel! It's fine. Oh and... do you perphaps know where Zander could be?"
"Oh, you mean Alex? I saw him heading in the english classroom a while ago."
"Oh, thank you!"
"No problem, mate."
He gave me a strange aura... or maybe it was just me.
I then walked off to the english classroom.
As I got closer and closer to It, I started to heard sobbing from It. There wasn't shadow of a doubt. It was Zander. It started to run.
I then pulled the handle of the room, to see a purple haired boy sobbing and crying. His pants were on the ground, leaving him in only boxers. As much as I always dreamed to see his beatiful skin more then I alredy could, It was horryfing to see him in that kind of condition.
"ZANDER?! WHAT HAPPEND?!" I shouted as I ran up to him and hugged him thight as I could.
"N-nothi-"
"NO! IT ISN'T NOTHING! ZANDER. TELL NOW. WHO. DID. THIS."
Zanders P.O.V.
"I-I... I DON'T KNOW!!!" I lied. I knew that If I would've said that Daniel was the one who did It, nobody would've believed me. He was one of Lukes bestfriends and one of the top students at school.
"...What... do you mean you... don't know?" He asked, worried.
"T-they just came behing me a-and..."
"Do you atleast know which gender were they?"
"...I don't..."
"Alright. Don't you want to tell the police or-"
"NO!!! I DON'T!!! I'M FINE!!!"
"Huh? Why don't you want to tell them? Wait... are they... blackmailing you?"
"N-no! I just... don't want to get the police involved into this..." I lied again. I guess really It became an addiction, huh?
"Don't worry, Zander. I'll figure out who did It."
"And what are you gonna do when you'll find out who did It?"
"A thing that I did with alot other people."
(Shed a tear frfr)
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