So, this fanfiction is coming to an end shortly. Trigger Warnings: swearing (I am sorry I haven't been putting trigger warning for chapters. I have just been trying to get them out.)

The date ends up going very well. We went to the park, got some fast food. It wasn't anything fancy, but I don't care.

"I am telling you, the date was great." I tell Eliza over the phone. We are still friends and I really like that. It is nice when a relationship doesn't work out and we still end up friends in the end.

"Thomas sounds like an amazing guy," Eliza says. "Peggy was saying that he is in her Math class. He is pretty quiet and keeps to himself."

"I have noticed that he acts one way around the people he likes and the people who are just his friends. It is kind of cute."

"Was he nice to you?"

"Of course he was, Eliza! I wouldn't be saying all this stuff about him if he wasn't."

"I was just checking. I don't want you getting hurt."

"I won't. I will be safe."

"Thanks for letting me know. I have to go. Love you."

"Love you too." I hang up the phone

We are the kind of friends who say that they love each other. I like that in a friendship. I like that when I can say that with guys and they won't take it in the wrong way.

All I know is that I can't wait to see Thomas again tomorrow.

The next morning Thomas picks me up.

"Thanks." I say, getting into the passenger seat.

"No problem." Thomas says, pulling out of my driveway.

I look at the steering wheel. "You keep your hands at ten and two."

Thomas smiles, looking at me quickly before looking back at the road. "Of course, why wouldn't I?"

"They are teaching people to hold their hands at five and ten now."

"Why?"

"If the air bags go off, you are going to either punch you or me in the face. Or both."

"That is a really awkward way to drive."

"I know, right?"

Thomas stops at a red light and keeps his hands tight on the wheel.

"You just got your licence not too long ago, didn't you?" I ask.

"Yep," Thomas says proudly. "I am still a very nervous driver, though."

We get to school and Thomas and I go to class right away. Right before we head into the class I see John standing at his locker grabbing some books. He has a black hood over his eyes, keeping his hair tucked in.

"You go into class," I say. "I will be right back, okay?"

"Yep." Thomas says heading into the classroom.

I walk down the hall and over to John. "H-hey, John."

He looks in my direction, but not directly at me before slamming his locker closed. He starts walking down the hall, and I follow.

"Is everything alright?" I ask.

"Never better." John says roughly.

"Come on, John, I know you," I put my hand on his shoulder. "Just stop and listen to me for a second."

John turns around and looks down at the ground.

"Why won't you look at me?" I ask.

"Can I just go to class?"

"Not until you tell me why you have the hood on."

"It doesn't matter."

"John, what the fuck happened?"

"Nothing, okay? Can you just leave me alone?"

"Just take the fucking hood off."

"No." John starts walking down the hall again. I follow...again.

"Take the damn hood off, John!"

John stops in his tracks, not turning back to look at me.

"John, I am worried. Please take the fucking hood off."

John bats his fingers on the side of his leg, then grunts. He turns back towards me and grabs the hood, pulling it off his face. There is a huge bruise around his eye, and a cut that is in the middle of his bottom lip, that reaches down half way to his chin.

"Are you happy now?!" John shouts. "You got me to take the damn hood off! I didn't want to fucking show you because I knew you would look like you do now!"

"J-John, what happened?" I whisper.

"Fuck off."

"I am trying to he-"

"Just stay the fuck away from me!" John puts the hood back on, turning around and going down the hall.

What happened?

Hopefully John will be okay. Ha! You guys will have to wait and see (I'm sorry, I swear I am not mean)!