Zach-

After that cliffhanger, I decided to text Celia about it.

( Z- Zach; C- Celia)

Z= hey! wanted to know if you could come to my apartment for a few minutes! I just need someone to talk to. :P

Zach types, trying to 'sound' normal.

C= we can over text right?

Zach frowns.

Z= oh, um, I kinda just want it to be face-to-face...

C= ok, she'll be over.

Did she just type in third person?

Z= you okay? you just typed in the third person.

After that she didn't reply.

A few minutes later, there was a knock on Zach's door. He logged off TS with Will and went to answer.

Celia was standing there, in a sweater, jeans and sneakers. She was also holding an ice pack to her cheek.

"Hey! Uh, come in! And... can I ask why there's an ice pack on your cheek?" Zach says, getting straight to the point.

"Oh! I... I, um went to the dentist and he kinda messed up on whatever he was doing." Celia lied. She didn't like lying but she couldn't tell him what happens!

"Mkay. Well, yesterday H told me something and I wanted to talk about it with you..." Zach says, as the two sit down on the couch.

"W-what did Liam say?" "W-Well... that Rusher abuses you. And I wanted to tell you that you should... break up with him. He shouldn't be hurting you and you shouldn't let him, Celia." Zach says.

Celia froze. 'H-he told him my secret.' she thought. Tears sprung at the corners of Celia's eyes. Everything was so overwhelming.

"I-I'm sorry!" She says, and starts to cry. "O-Sh. You don't have to cry." Zach says and hugs her. He's definitely never been in a situation like this.

"Why are you saying sorry to me?" He asks, rubbing Celia's back. "Be-because of e-everything. I-I can't take it anymore!" Celia took off the sweater and showed Zach her bruises and cuts. "T-the bruises were from Brayden. The cuts are f-from me." She says, and cries more.

Zach hugs her again and tries to calm her down. "I'll help you with these..." Zach says quietly as if a loud noise would make her shatter into a million pieces.

He took out a first-aid kit from his closet and went back into the living room. He examined them and a faint but noticeable blush came across Zach's face. All Celia was left in was her bra and other clothes.

He touched some of the bruises and Celia flinched. "P-Please don't hurt me..." she whispered. She looked so broken. It hurt Zach so much. How could one of his friends do this to someone?

'I guess this is the side of Rusher fans just don't want to see. Ever.' Zach thinks as he tends to Celia's injuries.

"Celia. Please don't self-harm. There are way too many people who care about you." He says, and sets the first-aid kit on the coffee table.

"W-who Zach? Liam?" Celia asks, as she slips her sweater on. "I care about you Celia. And I know we met three days ago but... I don't want to see you hurt okay?" Zach says.

"Z-Zach you just don't understand. Everyone says that. Then they leave. They disappear off the face of the earth and forget about me. But I never forget about them..."

"Well, I guess I'll just have to make sure you know I'll never leave you." Zach answers. "H-How?"

He presses his lips to hers and suddenly, sparks fly around Zach. 'So this is what it would feel like to kiss someone...' He thinks.

Celia pushed him away. "Zach. I... I can't. I'm not good for you, okay? I'll break up with Brayden. I've made up my mind, but it's not so I can be with you."

Zach nodded slightly. "Your perfect Celia. Why do you think about yourself this way?"

"Because no one cares how I think about myself! I have no one to care about me! I never will!" She shouts and looks down at the floor.

"Celia..." "I'm going to go. Goodbye Zach." She says and gets up. Zach reached for her arm.

"Zach. Please." She begs, and he could see the hurt in her eyes.

Zach sighed. "Just wait for a second okay? I want to tell you something."

"Hurry, please?"

"I... I love you. And I know you'll just say i'll leave you but I can never do that. It hurts me so much that all of this has happened to you. Especially by my best friend. And if I had anything to do with it, I'd consult Rusher and tell him every single cuss word I could think of. And, as much as know now that you don't want to be with me, I won't forget about you. Ever." I say, but she's already gone.

guys, i don't hate Rusher.

He was the v first person who popped into my head when writing the story.

sorry to people who do like him

seriously i'm sorry