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Chapter Two
Ray's P.O.V.
"Why'd I say yes?" I whispered to myself, annoyed. "I'm such a moron!" I sighed, trying to chill out. "Oh well…I guess I have to tell Kai now…I mean, it won't do any harm to him, right? Just Hilary. Though that's bad, I don't want to hurt Hilary. Besides, if Kai rejects her, she'll probably take some of it out on me, and he's obviously gonna reject her."
I flopped down on my bed, wishing I was never born. But I thought of an idea.
I got up, grabbed a piece of paper and a pen, and sat back down on my bed.
"All right, let's see…." I contemplated for a moment before scribbling down:
Kai, Hilary has a crush on you. DON'T CRUSH HER LIFE WITH ANYTHING CRUEL. BE NICE TO HER. DON'T MISLEAD HER INTO THINKING YOU'RE STRAIGHT SINCE SHE'S TOO BLIND TO REALIZE YOU AREN'T STRAIGHT. I'm sorry about all this. Ray
"Yeah…good enough." I left my room and went to Kai's. His door was still closed, so I just slipped the note under his door and went on my way.
I lay down on my bed for a while, thinking as I stared at the white ceiling. A knock on my door startled me back to reality.
"Come in!" I called. The door opened and Tyson strolled in, shutting the door behind him.
I sighed. "I'll make dinner soon, Tyson."
Tyson looked a bit startled. "Oh. Well, that was one of my questions." He cleared his throat. "Ray, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"It's about Hilary. See, I…have a crush on her. Do you know how I could get her? I mean, I know girls aren't your thing, but I think you're the best with advice." He was looking at the ground sheepishly as I stared at him thinking, 'Oh God…. This is gonna get messy.'
"Um, well… … … first off, don't tell her that you have a crush on her, don't even insinuate it. Just be yourself and act casual. Don't speak cruelly of other people, like Kai. Don't ever mention those people like Kai. Try to be around her though."
'There, hopefully if Tyson doesn't offend her because of a mean comment about Kai, she'll just forget she ever liked him. Yeah, uh-huh, that'll work.'
Tyson looked at me blankly. "All right…. Uh, thanks."
He walked out of my room slowly, leaving me alone again.
"Guess I'll start dinner."
Kai's P.O.V.
'Don't think about Ray, don't think about Tala…'
I cut myself again, watching the blood stain my sheets. I had started cutting myself the day after Tala died, and the pain of Ray, my only comfort in life, leaving me caused me to do it more.
A tear slipped down my cheek, which I hurriedly wiped away. I made another cut in my left arm, which was quite mutilated.
I don't know how long I did that for, but finally I threw the razor at the wall, flustered with my life. I sat pathetically for a while, wishing I had someone to help me out. Eventually, I slid off of the bed and grabbed a sheet, which I wrapped around my arm so I could reach the bathroom without trailing blood.
I noticed a piece of paper by the door, so I knelt down and picked it up. I read Ray's handwriting, though I didn't know what to make of the information presented in it. I couldn't have cared less about Hilary and her stupid shit. I crumpled up the note and left it on the floor, continuing to the restroom.
I locked the door once I was inside the bathroom. I pulled off the sheet and began cleaning up my arm and blood-stained hand. I tried with great conviction to get Ray and Tala out of my head, but thoughts of them lingered. I felt tears in my eyes, but I managed to hold them back.
Finally, I was done scrubbing, and I cut off the blood discharge with tightly-wrapped gauze.
I stared at myself in the mirror, and I wondered what it was that I did that Ray left me.
A knock was heard on the door, but I didn't respond.
"Kai?" came Tyson's voice. I pulled my shirt sleeve down so that the gauze wouldn't show, and I wrapped up the sheet, holding it out of sight as I opened the door a little bit.
"Dinner's ready. You hungry?"
I hesitated before responding. "No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
Tyson shrugged. "If you say so. Come down if you're hungry." He strolled away.
'No…I can't eat even if I am hungry. Ray left me for a reason. Could it have been my appearance?'
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