You couldn't comprehend the reason why you were in this situation. What did you do to deserve this? Why were you still crying over it? That life was over and you knew it. So why couldn't you stop thinking about it? About the way people used, hated, and mistreated you?

Probably because they did.

Another thing you couldn't comprehend, was when you stepped out of the bathroom and your heart jolted miserably at the site of Nate standing directly in front of you outside of the girls bathroom. You narrow your eyes. "So you follow people to the bathroom often?" you ask, trying your hardest to sound casual as you attempt to walk past him. He doesn't let you. He grabs your shoulders and stares at you, narrowing his eyes. "What happened in there?" he asks softly. You roll your eyes and sigh. "Nothing." you mutter. He gives you a look that says 'Don't try to pull that shit on me. It was something and we both know it.'

You avoid his gaze. "Why do you even care?" you snap. He narrows his eyes at you in somewhat, slight anger. He grabs your shoulders tighter and guides you back into the bathroom. Your eyes widen at him. "You do realize that this is the girls bathroom?" you hiss desperately. He shakes his head, obviously letting you know he doesn't care. "What's wrong Mitchie?" he asks again. You finally give up struggling, realizing that he is much, much stronger than you. He has you up against a wall by now, eying you with concern. Something you don't usually get.

You two talk for a while, but you never, never tell him what was wrong. You have known him for a day. As if you were going to tell him your sad and pathetic life story? Yeah. Right.

You both walked back to class after a while.

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It has been months since you and Nate had become friends. Surprisingly, you two haven't gotten sick of each other. It didn't bother you in the slightest bit that you had to see each other every second of the day. He even walked you home, staying over most of the time with you to watch a movie. What made you curious, was the fact that every time it was time for him to go home, he seemed as if he didn't want to. Not to stay with you, of course not. But as if there was something wrong with his home.

Or his family.

You never asked him though. It would be a bit hypocritical after all, considering you never told him your story either.

As the months passed, so did the play for Romeo and Juliet. Of course, (Against your hopes) you kissed Nate. Barely. Just a small peck. But you mentally shot yourself when you got home that night, due to the feelings that surged through your body when you did. You didn't want that. You couldn't handle it.

Not again.

You also found out that he had a crush on you. He was man enough to tell you himself. And of course, due to your boundaries and new rules for yourself, you told him you didn't feel the same way.

You lied.

And surprisingly, he didn't object. He didn't try to persuade you into dating him or even giving him the smallest chance. He just told you...to tell you. Which slightly made you respect him for not being like every other guy that you have met.

But what he didn't know was how much of a liar you were. As if you didn't like him.

You sighed at the thought.

You were in your bed at the moment, watching a movie with Nate. You both laughed slightly at it as it played. About half an hour later, the movie came to an end. You glanced out the window, realizing that dawn was breaking slowly. "What time do you have to be home?" you ask, almost regretfully. He grimaces. "Well, it is Saturday. So I don't think it really matters when I go..." he became quiet. "I can leave if you want though." he offers, making you shake your head. "No!" you interrupt him. "That's OK. If you want to stay you can...if you want." you mumble, sighing at how pathetic you sound. He smiles slightly, making your stupid heart jump. "Nah. You're right. I should probably go. Gotta be home before my parents are..I guess." he stands up slowly, giving you a small grimace that he tried to shake off as a smile. You sigh, smiling, and grab his hand. "Stay." you say simply. He bites his lip and ponders in his mind for a moment before sitting besides you on the bed. You smile at him and return your eyes to the screen, eying the end credits rolling upwards.

"Now what?" he grunts slightly, leaning back against your bed. You didn't even realize that you still had a hold of his hand until he layed back, pulling you down with him. You laugh breathlessly and lay against his chest. It wasn't an unusual act for you two to do. You were practically best friends. You acted as if you had known each other for your entire lives. He knew about half of your life story by now.

But that was it.

"Tell me what you're thinking about.." he said quietly as a soft song filled the room from the end credits of the movie. You grimace and shrug nonchalantly. "Nothing really." you lie.

"Liar." he whispers. Just like a best friend, he knows you well. Too well, almost. You swallow harshly and shift positions so that you can look at him. "Why do you always think I am lying?" you tease, trying to lighten the mood. "Why do you always insist on lying?" he counters back. Your face drops and you go back to resting your head on his chest. "Then you do that." he mutters, making you narrow your eyes. "What?" you hiss, slightly. He looks at you skeptically. "You avoid the question." he says as if it was the most obvious answer ever.

"Well, you never tell me about your problems with your family. So..." you trail off, shrugging. It is quiet for a moment and you think to yourself that you won the little argument.

"Really want to know about my family?" he asks, almost dangerously. You furrow your eyebrows a little and don't reply, unsure if it was a rhetorical question or not. He sighs heavily, causing you to move with his chest. "There isn't much I can really tell you. My mom is always going out and getting drunk. She always comes home drunk. I don't really talk to my brothers much...anymore anyway. The only time we ever talk is when we decide who gets to escort my mom upstairs to her room...and my dad..." he trails off, shrugging and scoffing humorlessly. "Well, he isn't the happiest or most peaceful person around."

You narrow your eyes, shocked out of your mind that he is sharing this with you. You start to get uncomfortable, realizing how broken he seems. You shift positions so that you are now sitting beside him before standing up and leaning against the wall by your bed.

"Nate...Nate I'm sorry." you breathe out shakily. "You didn't-I mean, I didn't mean for you to have to tell me all that." you sigh. You sit down beside him on the bed again as he stays lied down. "Uh..." you whisper, unsure of why you are actually about to tell him what happened. But you do anyway.

"At my last school, I was...it's just...everybody hated me. I was a dork." Nate narrows his eyes at you but you continue anyway. "I was ugly, and-and completely overweight. People just...didn't like me. At all. I was the girl that people would shove out of their way in the halls as if I didn't exist. Well, a bunch of people conned their friend into asking me out for a joke. I didn't know at the time.." your voice gets quieter and you sigh. "So I said yes. Well, we went out for a while and he...he convinced me to..." you feel your eyes tear up.

"What?" he whispers perilously. You grind your teeth slightly. "He convinced me to have sex with him. And the day after.." you laugh humorlessly. "He dumped me. And I gave something to him that I can never, never get back." you feel your lips and nose scrunch up slightly as you try your best not to cry. Not in front of Nate at least. He suddenly sits up, unexpectedly pulling you into his arms.

"Shh..." he murmured. "Hey. It's OK. I'm here. It's over now, Mitch. I swear." he soothes you softly, running his fingers through your hair, making small goosebumps rise on your neck and arms. "We're just a couple of fucked up people." You nod at his comment and bury your face in his neck and inhale his scent.

His sweet scent.

As if you would ever say that aloud.

You mesmerized the way his skin instantly warmed yours and relieved you. He somehow made you calmer. He made the tears stop slightly as well. The second you got the urge to kiss his neck softly-just in a friendly gesture- you stopped yourself and pulled away from him. You knew that he liked you and you weren't going to lead him on like that.

Even if you liked him back.

There was no way you could trust another guy again. Not yet.

Even though Nate was different than that of any guy. He was your best friend. He was everything to your right now.

And that's what scares you most.

He smiled softly at you and kissed your forehead, making you shudder discreetly.

"I should go." he whispers. You nod silently and gently run your fingers through his curls. "Can you come over tomorrow?" you ask quietly, hopefully. He smiles in response and merely nods. "I'll walk you down the stairs." you offer. He smiles and links his arm with yours until you two get to the stairs. You walk him down and to the door. "See you later." he mumbles. You smile and nod, shutting the door behind him.

"You do realize how many people are going to think you are a loose girl, don't you?" you hear a criticizing voice say behind you. You grind your teeth roughly and turn to face your mother. Your stupid, insecure leech of a mother. "Sorry mom." you sneer, facing her completely. "But I am not the type of girl who cares about what people think." you hiss, turning for the stairs.

"So maybe you are a loose girl." you hear her say just before you reach the top step. You take two steps back down to face her. "Like mother like daughter." you glare. You see her jaw drop a fraction of an inch in anger before you climb back up the steps and into your room. You slam the door loudly in frustration as tears stream down your face.

You aren't a loose girl. It wasn't your choice to lose your virginity. He told you the only way he could ever be with you would be if you had sex with him. And that bitch-that stupid, stupid bitch thinks you are a slut just because you had sex once. She uses it against you every chance she can get!

And as pathetic as it seems, even though things are -somewhat- better, it hurts you every time she does.

You sigh loudly to yourself, shutting your TV off and curling up into a ball on your bed.

Why me? is the last thought you remember having before you drifted to sleep.

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