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CARLOS POV
I spent the whole Sunday in my room, the door locked and the windows closed. I only spent days in my room when I'm badly hurt. It's not that bad as it sounds, being locked up in a small room all day. I mean, a human can survive weeks (I don't know, maybe days. At least a few days) without food, and since I have my own bathroom I can drink water, go to the toilet and shower there. Not a problem. It's just that I don't like being locked up in a small room on my own. I never liked it.
I grabbed my phone for at least fifteen times and was about to call Kendall, Logan or James, but then I remembered my dad's actions last night. There was no way I would ever involve them in my problems. I'm already a crappy friend, so there was no way I would make that worse. That may sound like I'm having troubles with self-pity, but really. I felt like the worst friend on earth.
My head didn't hurt that much anymore, it looked like my dad hit me in a good way. I looked it up on Google and it seemed that I didn't need any stitches. Google seemed like my best friend now… I kept thinking about that Monday. Since I wouldn't call them, they'd be really mad at me, really mad. I would be mad to, and like I said, I think I am as mad at me as they are. The person I hated the most was me.
I fell asleep with that thought, and I woke up with that thought. I knew I had to go to school, so I went. I was no person to skip school. Well in fact, I used to be, but since my friends where totally mad at me, why would I? I had nothing better to do, so I went to school. If I'd stay home I'd be bored. Being bored means not having anything to do. Not having anything to do meant started thinking. And thinking about all this was the last thing I needed right now. I packed my bag and climbed out of the window, just to make sure my dad wouldn't see me. He wouldn't anyway, because when I was down I saw that his car wasn't there, so he was off to work. I picked my helmet off the ground and made my way to school, with a knot in my stomach. School meant facing my three best friends again.
SWITCHING TO LOGAN'S POINT OF VIEW
'There he is,' Kendall said and he turned around. 'I really feel bad about Saturday, really, I don't know how to react either. HELP ME!'
'How should we know?' I panicked a little bit. Come on, we've been friends for over 10 years, I really want to help them, but he's been such a jerk to us Saturday afternoon. 'We have the same problem, okay!'
'I know, I know, I'm sorry! I just feel bad about it. I hardly slept ever since. He's one of my best friends, and I can't even trust him anymore!'
'Geez…' James replied. And that was exactly what I wanted to say, because Kendall's just said what was bothering me the most. I couldn't even trust my best friend anymore, and that feels not good. Not at all. We already talked about this a few times. We used to believe him, because yes, he's reckless like hell. He used to have bruises all over, and we witnessed him getting those bruises, but since a few weeks he just stopped being his old funny self!
He just said he didn't feel like it or didn't feel like playing hockey, or something and we just took that. We never thought there would be anything behind it! I mean he might have been feeling a little weak or something, but this has been going on for weeks now. Wait, for months! This isn't right and we know that. We only want to help him, why doesn't he see that?
'Logan, watch it. He's passing by in a few seconds!' Kendall hit the back of my head with his hand, waking me up. 'Huh, what? Oh, yes…'
He just passed by. He didn't even look at us, he just looked to the ground. Why was he wearing a cap? The first thing that popped into my mind. He never wears a cap. He only wears his helmet!
'CARLOS!' I shouted. Darn. I didn't mean to. I don't want his attention, it's his fault that we're in a fight. He looked over his shoulder, his eyes looking so, so sad. I've never seen him like this. I ran over to him. 'Carlos, please tell me what happened, I want to understand. I'm sorry about Saturday, okay? Really. Just tell me why all this happened, I can see it from here, you're falling apart and you don't even want to tell us!'
I could see him thinking it. How does he know all this? I don't know either, Carlos. I'm sorry.