Finally, chapter three! I've been trying to finish this for AGES! Now it's DONE! Enjoy!


My eyes couldn't believe it! Gavin actually helped a girl just as he- uh, kissed, me. Maybe he did that to save face, so that his parents won't know that he's actually, uh, in the closet.

I suddenly heard a groan, as if someone had just awoken from his slumber much like Sleeping Beauty did. Turned out the owner of the groan was Aidan, who finally regained consciousness after I told him Gavin and I made out.

"W-what just happened?" He asked.

"Some bitch stole my man." I told him, trying to lighten up the mood a little. Well, it was silly but true. "And I'm gonna get him back, whether the bitch tan my hide or skin me alive with her hands that reek of horse shit."

"What's with all the cursing, gaywad?"

"Look who's talking."

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(HERE'S THE STORY IN GAVIN'S POINT OF VIEW)

The reason I decided to help Rosa up? I didn't want my parents to know I was stuck in the closet. And besides, I am a bit of an actor, just a bit.

"So, uh, Rosa," I said as we left my room, "wanna hang out somewhere?"

"Sure." She said, smiling. Her smile was pretty irritating to look at, but I tried to hide my irritation, most especially since my parents were around. "Where would you like to go?"

I thought of other parts of my house. "How about...back to the, uh, back? There's a pianist gonna perform songs for my party. Dunno why my parents invited her, though."

She held my hand and pulled me to the backyard to see the pianist on a small stage.

"Good evening, everyone." She called out. Wow, time flew fast. "My name is Amara Sophia Schubert. I'll be your musician tonight."

Despite her being close to where I was sitting, I still couldn't make up her features. If only Devon were here, he notices even the littlest of things!

"Gavin, where are you looking at?" I was tapped on the shoulder by Rosa.

"Oh, sorry for spacing out all of a sudden." I rubbed the back of my head. "I guess I do that sometimes."

"Your parents told me you were attentive." She said, folding her arms. "Are you really as attentive as they say you are? Or are they just saying that because they want you to seem perfect? Because, to me, you already are perfect, attentive or not-"

"I'm not perfect." I mumbled.

"Huh?"

"I'm not perfect, Rosa."

"What did you say?"

"I'm not perfect, now stop asking."

"What? I didn't hear you-"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DID I HAVE TO SAY IT A MILLION TIMES?!" I screamed as I flipped a nearby tray. "I'M NOT FUCKING PERFECT, YOU ANNOYING BITCH!"

The piano playing stopped. Everyone was staring at me. I suppose that they heard me yelling at a girl(my backyard may be big, but everyone there can hear anything from one area). Kids started crying. Adults gasped. Teenage girls widened their eyes as they dropped their cell phones. Teenage boys stared at me with different looks. Ronan and Aidan stared at me as well, but I could tell that Ronan was scared and Aidan was mad. Rosa looked like she was about to cry. And lastly, Devon was looking at me with a look I couldn't decipher.

"I'm so sorry, everyone." I apologized. "I just...need to...never mind." I left the backyard, again, and went inside. Then I saw Devon, clutching his wrist.

"Hey, Gav." He said. "I heard you flip the fuck out on her. Good job."

"I was done with pretending to like her." I told him. "But I still don't know if I can tell my parents about me flipping my sh- why are you holding your wrist, anyway?"

He looked away. "It's, uh, nothing." Then he walked away from me, to the bathroom, only to have me see something dripping from him as he walked.

I looked at the drips and saw that they were red and smelled pretty metallic...oh no. He did NOT just-

Then he fainted.

"Devon!" I screamed and ran to him. I looked at his wrist to see that it was bleeding. "Devon, what were you doing? Devon!"

Aidan and Ronan ran to me and were shocked to see that Devon was unconscious and bleeding in the wrist.

"Aidan, get me the first aid kit! Ronan, stay here with me and help me try to wake him up!" I commanded them.

"Okay!" Aidan ran off to get a first aid kit.

"Yes, Gavin!" Ronan replied as he started fanning Devon with a handkerchief.

A black-haired boy went close to us and let out a face of horror. "Devon?" He asked, sounding like he was bound to cry. "Is he...dead?"

"No, or at least, I hope he isn't." I told him. "What's your name, anyway? Because you know who Devon is."

He looked at me nervously. "I-it's Derek." He said, a little more confidence in his voice. "How are you close to Devon, exactly?"

"I got the first aid kit!" Aidan yelled. "Here, Gavin!" He said as he gave it to me.

"Thanks." I said as I opened the first aid kit to get gauze dressing and wrapped it around his cut." That would do to stop the bleeding, for now." I whispered. Then I held Devon in my arms, making him face me. His closed eyes and blank face made me feel terribly worried. "Devon, please wake up!" I said, trying to wake him up once again. "Devon, if you don't wake up, you'll be disappointing your family, your friends, and, most of all, me. And, if you don't wake up, it would be too late for me to say..." I started to tear up. "...to say that I love you, Devon." Then I kissed him on the lips, hoping he'd wake up. But he didn't. I frowned.

"Hello, 911?" I heard Aidan say. "Yes, there's an emergency. Someone's wounded and is unconscious now. I don't know, but I think it was a self-inflicted knife cut. Please come here now, he needs your help!"

The sound of ambulances were heard from outside my house. Paramedics took Devon inside an ambulance. The partygoers were filled with panic. But the one I felt most sympathy for was Derek, who was pretty much Devon's best friend if not for me, because he was just...crying while staring at nothing in particular.

"Will he be okay?" He asked.

I looked at him. "Hope so." I placed my hand on his shoulder. "He should be. He's got six scars already. Let's just hope his seventh one isn't the one that takes him." I removed my hand from his shoulder. "I guess it was useless to have told him I loved him."


DID ANY OF YOU GET FEELS? If you're still reading this, I mean.

And as for Derek, he's the OC of trishabeakens from Tumblr. Follow her, she's awesome!