Here's chapter two! Enjoy!

(Larry's POV)

"Mina!" I said, shocked. She looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

"You didn't answer my question. I asked if you had a death wish."

"What do you mean?" She scoffed.

"I know that Carrie beats you up all the time, but I didn't know you went looking for it! I mean, really..." I shrugged. I honestly didn't really know how to respond to that. I mean, I don't understand it either. "Well, whatever." She continued. "But, one of these days, you're going to get yourself killed. Carrie doesn't mess around…" She kneeled down next me. "Look, you seem like a nice boy, and I don't want you to get hurt anymore. Just stop asking for it." I gave her a sheepish look. She then looked around. "Also, Carrie's not home, and I don't know where she is. I was actually looking for her. You'd better get home in case she comes here." I sighed and nodded. She smiled and ruffled my hair. "Good." She said before getting up and walking away. I watched her walk until she was out of sight.

Well…that happened. I sighed again, and started to get up. I began walking home, when I felt something tighten around my arm. I jumped slightly, and turned around. There stood Carrie with a furious expression written on her face.

"Hello, Larry." She growled, tightening her grip on my arm.

"Uuuh…h-hi…?" I said nervously. She pulled me towards her.

"So, you thought you could cry to my sister about me?" She seethed. My eyes widened.

"Uuh, n-no! It…it wasn't like that at all!" The next thing I knew, I was on the ground with a black eye. She stood over me.

"Don't give me that bullshit! I saw you talking to her!" I cringed, holding my eye.

"N-no! We just talked, that's all!" Now, you might be wondering why I'm suddenly scared of getting beaten by her. Well, I wish I had an answer for you. Maybe it was the fact that we were alone. Or it could be that dangerous gleam in her eyes.

"Liar!" She said, kicking my side. I grunted in pain. My body was pretty much used to this kinda thing by now, but she was hitting harder than usual. Why was she so mad? I looked at her, and I suddenly felt a little brave.

"What's wrong with you?" I suddenly asked, still on the ground. Her expression changed to one of confusion.

"What…?" She asked, her voice softer, but still firm.

"I said 'what's wrong with you?' Why do you do this?!" I asked. She paused, and opened her mouth as if to say something, but quickly shut it. She shook her head, and her face changed back to its angry look.

"Just…shut up!" She said, kicking me again. She then turned around quickly, and started to walk off. "Bye, loser." She said. I sat up and sighed. Why does she act the way she does? Is her home life bad, or something? Does she get bullied herself? I got up and started walking home, this time without interruption. I tried thinking about what caused her to bully others. Actually, now that I think about it, I've only ever seen her bully me. Why did she have a problem with me?! What did I ever do to her?! My brain hurt as I tried to dig deeper into whatever the heck went though that girl's mind.

"Maybe I should just…give up…" I mumbled to myself. "I mean, it's obvious she hates you, even though it's not obvious why…" I took out my phone and looked at the time. "Woah, it's already 2:29?! Jeez, how long did I sleep?" I asked myself. I started hurrying home to get ready.

Once I got home, I went upstairs to the bathroom and brushed my hair. It had gotten messed up when Carrie beat me. I looked at myself in the mirror, and brought my hand up to my black eye. I hissed in pain as I touched it. I sighed. I can't go to the party like this…

Then, I suddenly got an idea. I walked out of the bathroom and went to my parents' room. I went over to my mom's dresser, and found her makeup bag. I opened it up and looked through it until I found what I was looking for. I slowly brought out the cover-up and went back to the bathroom. I watched myself in the mirror as I applied it around my eye until it was perfect and unnoticeable (Don't ask how I know how to use makeup. I'm adventurous…). I then went downstairs, stepped out the door, and started heading to the party. When I was almost there, I looked at my phone.

"3:10?! Oh my god…" I started running. When I finally got to the door, I could hear the loud music blasting from inside. I was so excited. I rang the doorbell, and the door was opened by Nick Mallory himself. He looked at me with a smile.

"Nick Mallory says welcome, little Nepp." He said. I don't know how people deal with his third person talking. I mean, it's weird! But I was polite, and thanked him as I stepped inside. This party would probably be a good way to get my mind off of Carrie. At least for the time being. All around me people were dancing, laughing, and…drinking?! Okay, I need to stay away from those people…

I walked around, taking in the sights. So…this is where all the cool people hang out, huh? Not bad. I walked into a large room where I heard a bunch of laughing, and a…familiar voice. As soon as I walked in, the sight of blue hair caught my eye. I stopped walking and froze.

"C-carrie?!" I didn't know she'd be here. I stopped, and then facepalmed. Ugh, of course she's here. She's popular. She must've heard me say her name, because she turned her head in my direction. Her eyes widened upon seeing me. She looked back at her friends.

"Excuse me, guys. I gotta go do something." They nodded, and she looked back at me. She started walking over to me, and I took a step back. I would expect her to be furious to see me here, but she was actually…smiling? She was also walking towards me in a sort of wobbly way, which must mean that she was drunk. I shivered. I could only imagine what she would do to me drunk. When she got to me, she smiled more noticeably, probably thinking of all the horrible things she's gonna do to me. I shielded my face and braced myself, preparing for the worst. She stopped right in front of me and...

What's she gonna do? o.o Find out in chapter three!