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A/N: Another chapter here… Getting closer to the good stuff… I hope…

NOTE:

00000 time pass

Warning:

OFC—Stacey Mackey

Cutting/Self-harming!Jeremy

Abelist slur (c*azy)

Disclaimer: Nope… then I wouldn't be wondering what's going to happen in the next episode.

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Chapter 3: Between a Swing and a Razor Blade

Jeremy was lying in bed, curled up in a ball, feeling sorry for himself. Things weren't looking good for him, not at all. Stacey could really shut him up good. She'd threatened him with the one thing he most didn't want coming out—god, coming out—so what else was he supposed to do but do as she said? He couldn't handle anyone finding out that he him.

He was bisexual, sure, but Stacey wouldn't present it like that, she'd say he was gay, for Tyler Lockwood no less, and everyone would eat it up, would make his life hell for it. And Tyler, he would— he didn't even know what Tyler would do about it, probably kick the shit out of him, definitely. Because Tyler was gay, and Jeremy doubted he wanted that over his head.

This was just too much for him!

"Stupid!" he grumbled to himself, hitting his head with his fist angrily.

Why did he have to fall for Tyler Lockwood, anyway? Out of all the people in the world he could fall for, he just had to fall for the one guy that used to give him hell, his reluctant friend.

"Idiot!" he grumbled, hitting his head again.

He couldn't take it, all these thoughts swirling in his head, making him feel ill and angry. Being curled up in a ball wasn't doing anything good for him; instead it was making him feel even worse. So Jeremy got out of bed and walked to the bathroom—which thankfully wasn't occupied—and locked the door behind him. He headed to the medicine cabinet and took out one of Elena's—or maybe it was Jenna's, not that he cared—razors, looking at it, hands shaking slight.

Jeremy let out a long, deep breathe before looking down at the sink. He turned the cold water on and put his arm under it. He paused, looking at his pale wrists and the water cascading over them.

Was he really going to do this? Was he really going to hurt himself like this?

Yes. He was really going to do this, he needed to do this.

The teen looked at himself in the mirror. Sad, tired eyes looked back at him. They were filled with tears he refused to let fall. He wasn't going to cry, not because of fucking Stacey Mackey. She could kiss his ass!

Jeremy looked back down at his wrist. He took two quick breaths and then ran the razor through his skin, hissing slightly at the sharp pain.

But then he began to smile.

The pain was an instant relief. It felt like a weight was being lifted off his shoulders and flowing out of him through the stream of blood.

He did another line, then another and another and another and in the end he had five neat lines. And then he did it again on his other arm, following the same process, slicing and slicing and slicing until five, thin lines followed one after the other. By the end of it, he was smiling like a fool.

He let the cold water run over his arms, washing away the blood, till the cuts finally stopped bleeding. He washed the sink quickly, discarded the razor and then he went back to his room. He had a couple of bandages in there that he'd taken a long while ago but had never used. He wrapped his arms with the bandages then put on a long sleeved top and a hoodie. He pulled on a pair of jeans and his shoes, getting ready to leave the house.

Next stop was to get himself some Gilbert-Glory.

He went downstairs and saw Elena cuddled up with Stefan on the couch watching some stupid rom-com. He walked past them as quietly as possible and was almost out the door when Elena called out to him. He was sure Stefan had said something, because he was a fucking bastard that didn't know how to mind his own business. Jeremy sighed and turned.

"What, Elena?" he asked irritated.

"Where are you going?" she asked, arms crossed over her chest.

"Out!"

"Out where?"

"Just out, Elena, okay?"

"No, Jeremy. Not okay. What's wrong with you? What did Stacey Mackey say to you that got you like this?" Was it that obvious who the cause of all this teen angst was?

"What makes you think Stacey did this?"

"You only started acting like this three days ago, after you spoke to Stacey."

"Well, it's not her, okay."

"Talk to me, Jere. What is it?"

"It's nothing, Elena. Just leave me alone okay?"

She sighed, hands up in surrender. "Fine, I'll leave you then."

"Fine." He didn't wait to hear more; he just turned and left the house. When he got outside, he pulled the hood on over his face and shoved his hands into the pockets and started walking towards town.

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Jeremy walked into the Mystery Grill and just his luck there were Tyler, Stacey and a few other people who were friends with the pair. Jeremy looked down, hoping no one spotted him, and walked to a table as far away from the group as he could possibly get, right at a corner where no one usually sat.

"Hey, Jere," Matt said, smiling at the younger boy kindly.

"Hey, Matt," Jeremy said, smiling back though his was forced on.

"Can I get you anything?"

"Um, I'll just have a chicken burger with cheese and fries with a Coke."

"Okay, cool." Matt walked off to get Jeremy's order leaving Jeremy to wallow in self-pity for a while. Twenty minutes later Matt was back with Jeremy's order. "Here you go."

"Thanks, Matt."

Matt nodded then walked off. Jeremy ate his food slowly, savouring the taste of it, and when he was done, drank his soda just as slow as he'd eaten his food. When but the lettuce and tomato were left on his plate, he sat there, just thinking.

Tomorrow he was going to start his business back up. He'd have to make sure that Elena didn't find out or else she'd freak and he'd be screwed. His merchandise was already stashed at his spot and now all that was left was for him was to tell Roger he had the goods and he'd be back in business. Jeremy smiled a little to himself: he was going to be fine.

Someone sat across from Jeremy with a sigh. Jeremy looked up and saw it was Tyler. He frowned in confusion then the confusion turned to annoyance which quickly turned to anger. He huffed and sat back on the couch, glaring at Tyler who was smirking at him.

"What do you want from me, Lockwood?" he snarled. The smirk left Tyler's face and instead he frowned.

"What's wrong with you, Jeremy? Why are you acting like this?"

"Why do you care? Just leave me alone, Lockwood. Go back to your girlfriend and leave me the hell alone."

"Jere— —"

"Piss off, Tyler!" Jeremy got up and stormed out the place before there could be any more trouble. Tyler got up and followed him out. He grabbed Jeremy's arm and forced the younger boy to turn and look at him.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Gilbert? Why the fuck are you acting like this?" the other teen demanded.

"Because I can! Who are you anyway, my mother? Leave me the fuck alone, Lockwood."

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Jeremy?"

"You're what's wrong with me! Why won't you leave me the hell alone?"

"Fine! I'll leave."

"That's all I want." And that's when Jeremy realised that Tyler had been holding his hand. He gasped, pulling his hand away like he'd placed it on a hot stove. He glared at Tyler, spotted Stacey in the corner of his eye and did the one thing that popped into his mind, reacting on instinct more than anything.

"The hell, Gilbert?" Tyler demanded, a hand at his jaw, glaring at Jeremy. "Why the fuck did you punch me?"

"Leave me the fuck alone, asshole!" And with that, Jeremy stormed off into the night, angry and frustrated, heart beating a mile a minute, because shit, shit, fucking shit!

"What was that about?" Stacey asked, suppressing the smile that was threatening to be let loose. Jeremy was complying, good.

"I have no fucking idea," Tyler said with a shake of his head. "That kid is crazy."

"I know, right?"

Tyler shook his head in confusion, still looking out the way Jeremy had disappeared.

"Come on, the others are waiting inside."

"Sure." Tyler let himself be shepherded back into the Mystic Grill by Stacey, who was already talking about something—he wasn't really listening. What the hell is wrong with you Gilbert?

…TBC…

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