Nate's POV
I shut the door as soon as Ethan steps out. Locking it, I go to my bed and collapse down, heaving a sigh. I hate Ethan. I hate him so much. I hate the fact that he looks like Alex.I hate this school. I hate my previous school too. I hate every school. I don't want to study anymore.No I take it back. I want to study. I just hate going to school. I should better do home schooling.Lying on my bed, I involuntarily tear up. I can't bear this anymore. I don't have any idea what I should do. I'm scared to go to class. I'm scared seeing people. I'm so pathetic. I'm a loser. Tears run down my both cheeks one after another.Suddenly my phone rings near my ear making me flinch. I grab it and look at the caller ID. It's my Mom calling. I quickly wipe away my tears and breathe in and out a few times, trying to calm myself down. Then I answer the call." Hello Mickey..", My Mom says enthusiastically from the other si" C'mon..open the door.", a guy says from the other side of the door. It's not Ethan's voice. Neither is it Kevin or Tony. It's someone else. I reluctantly take the lock and pull the door open to reveal four guys standing in front of me, smirking at me.From the looks they are giving me, I can clearly say they are not here for a friendly chat or anything. Probably they too are gonna bully me. And they are all well built and muscular. I don't know what's going to happen to me." New student ?", One of them asks. I nod."Hmm...you are the one who stutters, right ?", the second guy asks. I again nod." What took you so long to open the door ?", the guy on the extreme left asks." I- I was watching a m..movie.", I reply." Oh..I see.", he nods. " You didn't go to class today ?", I shake my head 'no'." So you are here to skip school and watch movies ?", the first guy asks raising an eyebrow. " Easy, right ? Fre
Ethan's POVIt's Monday morning again and I'm currently walking towards my dorm room to start with the new week. I headed from home a bit early today so it's only 8:30 Am now. I know this week too is going to be hectic. By saying that I mean last week was really terrible for me. I ignored Michael the last whole week. Luckily I didn't have to bully him. But friday I happened to see Kevin and Tony manhandling Michael in the boy's toilet. I was about to enter the toilet when I saw them having a terrified Michael pinned against the wall. I quickly turned and walked away. I couldn't stand and see any further.I thought I could easily ignore Michael. But it was a really hard task. It was impossible to not stare at him during the Calculus class. I realized Michael really has some effect on me in the last few days. I couldn't believe I literally cried as I lied waiting for sleep in my room on Friday night. I'm sure Michael is being bullied not only by my fr
Evening after football practice, as I walk back to my dorm, I feel kind of relieved and happy. Today was actually a nice day. A really good day I must say, without my friends. Kevin and Tony didn't get back for football practice and coach asked me about them. I told Tony is sick and Kevin took him to the hospital. Coach somewhat believed it.Everything's good until now. But I don't really know what is awaiting me. They, especially Amelia will be furious. Not only did I not join them but also switched off my phone. I can't find a proper excuse to tell them. Maybe I'd say Coach found me climbing the fence or something. I reach my room and twist the door open. Gavin hasn't arrived. I think basketballers have extra half an hour practice since they have a match coming next week. I throw my bag to the floor and take off my shoes. Then I strip out of my jersey and walk towards the bathroom to take a shower. When I'm about to step into the bathroom, the ro
Miss Anderson steps into the class in a few. " Good evening guys, so today you all just have to draw the pencil portrait of a girl. Try to finish it this hour itself. If you are planning to submit it next week, then let me inform you, your grades will be lower no matter how beautiful your drawing is. ", she says and walks to her chair in the front and sits down. " Now is there someone who hasn't submitted last weeks assignment ?"Michael stands up from his seat and raises his hands a little. " You are the new student, right ? What was your name ?", Miss Anderson asks taking her register where she records our assignment marks." Michael Clark.", Michael replies." Okay, where were you last two weeks ?", she asks." I was not well.", Michael replies." For two weeks ?"" N..no. I was not well on b..both Tuesdays."" What is that ? Tuesday fever ?", Miss Anderson asks and a few people laugh. " Is i
After ten more minutes as I finally finish my girl's portrait, Michael has finished the flower vase. That drawing is again amazing. Orange tulips in beautiful blue vase. But since it's just a flower vase and he did it really quickly, it's not something really great like the first drawing. Probably he wanted to finish the scenery drawing now itself.He gets up and hastily goes to Miss Anderson, who smiles looking at his picture and then gives it back to him after signing it. Michael smiles. Probably he got 'O' again for the drawing or at least 'A' since it's a late submission. O means outstanding and no body actually gets that. He got it for his last portrait.As he comes back and places the picture in his binder, I see he has got ' O' itself. Miss Anderson couldn't lower his grade although he submitted two weeks late. She seems to have really liked Michael. But I guess all the people here is now extremely jealous of him.Although I finished my
Nate’s POVI run up the stairs leading to my dorm room as fast as my legs can carry me, my right hand itching for some kind of painful attention. Once I reach there, I rush into my room slamming the door harshly behind me.Hurrying over to my desk drawer, I slump myself down on the chair rummaging through various stuff. My fingers frantically run over papers, pens, markers, a photo of Alex and various other items until I suddenly withdraw my hands as my finger tips slice over the sharp object, a blade, what I was looking for.I quickly drag it out from the dresser not caring the burn of my freshly cut finger tips. I pull out my right hand and roll my paint stained hoodie sleeves up revealing my right wrist now littered with a lot of cuts along with black burn marks underneath it.It was two days after I started burning myself with candle wax, that I tried cutting myself for the first time. I was shaving when I decided to experi
I'm still sitting on the bed thinking about Ethan's sudden strange behaviour when the door opens again after ten minutes and my new roommate, Grace walks in smiling. " Hi Michael.", she says waving her hands at me and coming towards me. "Ahm...Can I call you Mike ?", she asks." Call me Nate ?", I ask." Oh..that's your second name ?", she asks. I nod." Okay Nate. My name is Grace Adams. Call me Grace.", She says and stretches out her hand. I smile and take her hands, carefully with my right hand, praying she thinks the blood stain as paint." You had arts last hour ?", she asks looking at my sleeves. " Hmm..", I nod. " I'll g..go change. You please settle in by then. ", I say and crawl out of the bed. She nods and I quickly go to my cupboard and take a pair of clothes before escaping into the bathroom. I was careful to pick out a long sleeved shirt between. I shut the bathroom door behind and strip out of my clothes, stepping into the sh
Ethan’s POVCutting — using a sharp object to cut your own skin on purpose until it bleeds — is a form of self-injury. People sometimes self-injure by burning their skin with the lit end of a cigarette, a lighter, or a match. Some people turn to this behaviour when they have problems or painful feelings and haven't found another way to cope or get relief.Most of the time, people who cut themselves don't talk about it or let others know they’re doing it. But sometimes they confide in a friend. Sometimes a friend might find out in another way.Without help, people who cut also may continue to feel socially isolated and depressed. People who self-injure may have other problems such as eating disorders, obsessive-compulsive disorder, bipolar disorder, borderline personality disorder, or severe depression that require long-term professional care." Hey..! ", Gavin calls from my behind. I turn around on t