Naomi walked up the front steps of the Casils' house. She rang the doorbell twice before Trinity's father, Todd, opened it.

"Hello, Mr. Casil," Naomi said with a smile. "Is Trinity here?"

"Oh, hi Naomi," Todd replied. "Trinity's up in her room. She walked in and wouldn't talk to me. I'm afraid something happened."

"That's okay," Naomi said, stepping in and taking off her shoes. "I'll talk to her." She ran up the steps to Trinity's room, throwing her coat in the hallway as if she lived there.

She opened the door, "Trinity? What's up?"

Trinity lay there, completely buried under her bed sheets, sulking.

"Trin, what happened?" Naomi asked, pulling the sheets down to reveal a depressed Trinity.

Trinity grabbed a small pillow and screamed into it. Naomi rolled her eyes.

"Maybe I should just give up on boys," Trinity said into the pillow.

"Why's that? Did you ask Damen out? What happened?"

She paused, not knowing what to say, but the words came out easier than she expected. "He's…gay," she replied.

"Oh, come on," said Naomi. "You can't just determine that a guy is gay because he turned you down. That's low, Trinity-"

"No, he's really gay!" Trinity said taking the pillow off her face, hoping her dad didn't hear her downstairs.

Naomi stopped talking, looking around the room as if there were something to say about it. Her attention went to Trinity's bruised knuckle.

"How'd that happen?" she asked.

"I punched a brick wall," Trinity replied, turning over in the bed.

Naomi, let out a sigh and grabbed Trinity's arm.

"Stooooop," Trinity moaned.

"Just shut up and come on."

We stood in front of Xavier's house. I didn't feel so good about this.

"Go on," Naomi said to me.

"But Naomi-"

"Shut up," she replied. "Now, I know I hate the guy. Let's face it, I despise him. But that doesn't mean I have to make my best friend get over him. Trinity, if you really like him, then you go in there and tell him." She winked. "And give him a good kick in the ass for me."

I still just stood there, not know what to say or do, until Naomi pushed me up the steps. I rang the doorbell, which was answered by Damen.

"Oh, Trinity," he said. "Um, if you want to talk, I-"

"She's not here for you, rainbow boy!" Naomi shouted behind me. "She's here for Xavier!"

Damen's face turned bright red at her 'rainbow boy' comment. I shot her a glare and she backed off. Damen let me in.

I took off my coat just as I heard a voice. "Hey, it's Trinity!" I slowly turned and saw Damon walking over. He slung an arm over my shoulder. "I knew you'd come around."

"She's here for Xavier," Damen said. Then he mumbled a soft "Manwhore," under his breath.

I hurried upstairs to where Xavier's room was. I got to the door and stopped, remembering what he said about never speaking to him again. I changed my mind and started walking back, then stopped again. 'I have to see him,' I thought. 'I mean, I'm already here.' I started back towards the room and opened the door. No one was there. I closed it behind me and sighed. I opened another door, which apparently was the bathroom. And there, in the tub wearing nothing but boxer shorts was Xavier.

"Oh, Xavier…" I said. I was about to apologize for walking in on him and leave, until I saw what was going on. There was a deep gash in his wrist and a razor in the other hand. Xavier's blood was swirling down the drain in a weird pinkish colour, which was the same colour as his eyes. He had been crying. I remembered earlier today when I saw him getting dragged away from the school by his father, followed by Damen and Damon. I wondered why.

But his eyes, so hurt and hollow. Like no one cared. Like no one would even think of giving him the time of day, but that wasn't true. I cared. Xavier means more to me in the world than anything else, and I wanted to do something about it. I wanted to give him friends, I wanted to bring his mother back, I wanted to hug him and kiss him and bandage the wounds and make his life so much better. But I knew I couldn't do squat.

I found myself slipping into the tub next to him and squeezing him tight. And I never, ever wanted to let go. And I didn't care if I was getting wet, and I didn't care if his hug was staining my clothes with blood. He cried on my shoulder and that's all I ever wanted to happen.

I searched for the words in my head to say. "If it makes you feel better," I said softly, "we can start talking again."

"You can tell me how vile I already know I am," he gaps between sobs.

And we sat there and he cried, and we were wet and bloody and full of life, but none at all. And I whispered the comforting words that came to my head, but I knew that none of them could change his life and make it better. Xavier's a lost soul and I want him back down on earth with me. I want to enjoy life while I can with him. And I'm so angry about it I could break the wall and burst into tears because I know that nothing will change and things won't get better.

Life was going to get worse.

I stepped inside my house.

"Trinity!" my dad exclaims. "Where have you been?"

I shrugged. "Places."

My dad always got annoyed when I gave him vague details of my life.

"Why are you wet?" he asked.

"I was in the snow. Snow melts."

My dad's eyes went wide as I started heading upstairs to take a bath.

"W-why is there blood on the back of your jacket?"

I stopped in the middle of the stairway. I didn't want to tell my dad the truth. Then again, what lie can I think up right here and now explaining blood on my jacket? I couldn't. I ran up the stairs.

"Trinity!" my dad called after me. "What happened?"

That's just it, what did happen?

I stopped seeing Xavier at school.

He told me he got expelled.

I didn't feel like sitting next to anyone on the bus. But Damon made his way right next to me anyway.

"Hey, whatever you did to Xavier, keep it up," he said. "He rarely yells at me anymore." He laughed, but I remained solemn. "What's up with you, Casil?"

I turned toward the window and watched the houses go by as we stopped on every street to pick up a new kid each time.

"Did Xavier say something that made you sad?" he shot me one of his family's signature pouty-faces. "It's okay." He put an arm over my shoulder. "Uncle Damon is here-OW!" He turned when his brother whacked him upside the head.

"Do you wanna get expelled too?" he asked.

"Hey, I'm not the one who likes men," he teased.

I had enough of this kid. I gave him a good, hard slap that knocked him right off his seat.

"What the hell, bitch?" he shouted.

"Fuck off, Damon!" I yelled. "I'm tiered of you picking on everyone, including your own brother. What kind of person are you?"

"I'm not the one who goes around slapping people!"

Naomi stood up. If there was a fight she wasn't apart of, she had to fix that. "You'll keep your fucking mouth shut or you'll get more than a slap, manwhore!" She made a fist.

"You three!" said the bus driver. "Off the bus! Your walking!"

"What?" we all said in unison.

I got four weeks of detention and I have to walk to school for the next two months.

They called up my dad who had to have a talk with the principal about the bus incident.

On the bright side, I got to skip math.

Yay! It's done.

I just made that bus scene up on the spot, so I'm sorry if I got the characters a little OOC.

Dirge, sorry I didn't give you much to work with. I'm at a loss of what will happen next between Xavier and Trinity. And I don't want to "wrap up" the story quite yet. I think you know what I'm talking about.

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