A/N: Sooner the reviews come, the sooner I can update. I promise this.

And I only have like one grain of Fraphne right now. Next chapter will have a least one night of them. = )

I hope there are like at least only 2 mistakes in this chapter. I keep making mistakes because I'm a horrible writer. = /

And P.S I'm going to have to find a way to speed things up a little bit.

More power, more abuse.

First Day of School

Velma's internal clock wakes her up immediately. It's about five and still dark outside. She listens to the light snores of Jonathan before sitting up in the bed.

It's so cold in here.

The covers are wrapped around the top half of her naked body. Her head pounding, body feeling hot. She's sweating but she's so cold.

The floor is covered with discarded garments. Panties, boxers, jeans, shirts. She slept with her glasses on. Thank goodness they didn't fall off and got trapped under Jonathan's weight.

Because if they did, she'd be fuc- screwed.

She pulls off the bed as quickly as possible. Slides back on her bra and bottoms. Jonathan shifts in bed, turning around to grab hold of the person that should be by his side.

He wakes up almost immediately. Velma wants to smile. He's so secure of her, so protective.

"Velma?" He says, heel of his palm rubbing his eyes.

"I'm here," she goes by his side suddenly conscious she's in her bra. The bruises along her ribs are purple, red, and blue. His finger traces over them.

He holds her by her forearms and pushes her back on the bed.

"We should be getting ready for school." She says automatically, the old Velma is coming back. Crawling her way out of the deep, deep, dark, wet well.

"It's only... It's not even six yet, school starts at eight thirty. We have time."

She props herself on on of his pillows. Her back leaning against his back board. Her tiny feet trying to make it's way under the dark sheets.

Velma takes notice of the room. Dark blue and black all over. There a picture of Megan Fox over his bed, last night he was probably thinking of her instead. Velma hopes so, it would make her feel better.

There is only two photos of them together. One from their first date and another from their fifth it must have been. The smiles wore then were concrete. Real as the day turns to night.

"You shouldn't cut your hair. I like it long." He tells her, voice still tired.

Velma doesn't like her hair long. She hasn't worn it like that since seventh grade. The shorter cut was easier for her since she's not to high maintenance. Not the glitzy type. Homework she take more time than looking good.

"If you like it, I won't cut it." she says staring down at his green eyes.

"Come here," she slides back down to him. "Promise. You won't ever leave me."

No hesitation, "Promise to never leave you." He didn't notice the absence of the letter 'I'.

The ride to school is gloomy. The rain doesn't seem to want to stop. The air outside is too cold so Velma dresses in bundles. She must be the only one, everyone else is in long sleeves or hoodies. She has to start eating things with more iron.

The hallways feels so different walking through them with Jonathan. His arms wrapped around her shoulder. His nose buried in her hair whispering secrets. She's laughing and smiling and it's genuine.

He makes sure she gets everything she needs before he walks her to class.

"I'll see you in health, lovely." He says, the mean girls gives her dirty looks. She eats it up like it's nothing, because really it is nothing.

Classes take longer than Velma intended. All she's down was twirl her curls around her finger and draws in the margin of her papers.

She'll answer all the questions though because her studying before hand prepared her for virtually anything.

"Hey, Velma," someone says, voice sticky and nerdy. Velma looks up. It's Carlton, now the school year has really started.

"Hey, Carl. What's up," she says as she looks around. The bell must have rung because everyone is pouring out the doors.

"Um. Homecoming is next mouth and I-"

"I can't go with you, I'm really sorry but I can't." She says eyes sincere so he can tell she really is sorry. Carl might be a nerd but he's hot without his glasses on and his hair a mess. He's had a crush on her since fifth grade.

She picks up her book and walks out the classroom. She wishes she could give him the time of day, make him happy for once.

Later this week, Carl will bring a gun to school. Stuff it deep in his book bag inside the small rectangle locker.

Everyone will be terrified.

Everyone will wish they'd been nicer.

Velma whispers to him, to halt the hydrophobia and turn himself in.

Instead he'll turn the gun on himself.

His blood will be all over her.

It's been two days. Two days after that accident.

Parents were everywhere, frighten for their child's safety. They all just needs to shut up, shit happens.

It's been two days. Two days from when she stepped in the shower to see nothing but red fall out her hair. His blood all over her. She washed her hair so hard that day more hair than usual came out.

"So are you going to do it?" Daphne ask. Sipping on a bottle of water. They are having lunch outside. It doesn't make since, the cafeteria is much warmer.

"No, I don't need." Velma says. They are talking about the therapy her parents are trying to force open her. "Here comes Fred."

"Oh, Velma why'd you do that I wanted to be surprised." Daphne pouts as Fred sits down. They all of a sudden become a single cell organism. Attached in every way.

"Where's Jonathan?" Velma ask Fred. Hopefully he'd know, they both are trying out for football this year.

"Last time I saw him he was talking to Coach," Fred replies. His mouth is stuffed with pizza that neither Velma or Daphne has touched.

"I'm going to go find him. I'll see you two.. Siamese twins later."

She throws away the cheese pizza she didn't bother touching. She wish she did. She could have proved to Daphne she didn't have to be 'fasting' for anything.

The hall ways seem like a maze she's never seen before. The white lockers are bright. All over them there are the school logo's and mascots. It look like the first set they were going to use for High School Musical, but decided the colors were not what they wanted.

Velma dodges through a way that does look well-known. She counts each step as she makes her way down they hall. Before she turns she listens. Silence.

She veers around the hall quickly as she realizes she's wasting time. A hard chest collides with her face and she is caught before hitting the ground.

Her eyes are closed, waiting for the impact to make a sharp hit to her bones.

"It's OK, Velma I caught you." The voice says. She breathes in before opening her eyes, the familiar scent.

It's Shaggy.

"Um, thanks." She pushes back a little to give him the hint to let go, he doesn't.

"Are you OK? You're not going to go into shock are you?" his voice is smooth. Like hot chocolate down the throat.

Her brain tells her to tell him to disengage from her.

The way her blood rushes tells her this too.

But her heart is loving that it's thumping against his chest.

"I'm fine." She smiles. And then it's faded.

The other voice is hard, not promising, frigid, dicey but sincere. It yells her name while grabbing an arm and detaching her away from Shaggy.

It's Jonathan.

Shaggy notices the grip he has on her arm, the tears that aren't there.

Jonathan warns him by saying this like: stay away from my girl, I'll destroy you, and beating up. Shaggy notices Velma's heading shaking 'no'.

So no, he won't say a thing, he'll walk away because he wants no trouble.

Justin drags her into an empty classroom. It's a science room. Posters of Albert and Isaac are on some walls. Science books lying on the lab table, they are learning about the reproductive system of a flower.

Her back is glued to the wall under his weight. His hand squeezing her chin way too hard. He's furious and it's all her fault.

She here's her voice faint, poor, apologetic. She tries to calm him down way to fast and that only makes him anger-er. And then it come. The two hits on her face, he tells her not to cry.

"It's your fault I'm doing this." he says, "I hate doing this to you. You just make me o fucking angry, it's hard. I love you Velma but you have to keep yourself in check, OK?"

She nods, he doesn't like that so she says, "Yes. Anything for you."

Before the day is over Daphne shoots Velma a text. She wants to go bowling. Her, Velma, Fred, and Jonathan.

What about Shaggy? He's going to feel so left out.

Oh sure Hes gonna need a date tho. or he'll feel extra left out. i'll ask the blond chick Samantha, she seems nice.

Velma doesn't reply. Jonathan is coming and that's her transportation home. She slides her phone in her pocket to avoid questions. The bruises on her face will start swelling tonight.