Completely metaphoric name for the title. 'nough said. Also: SENPAI CHOSE ME! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAS! Also: I'm already writing smut and I'm not even at the extremely sad part yet.
You felt tears starting to streak down your freckled cheeks, biting your lip lightly, god this hurt so much. The bell rang, you should be in English by now, but you don't care. Your hand shook as you moved it and the object down your arm. You heard something fall from the hallway, making you jump. You felt a sudden pain and you looked down at your arm. Shit. You bit your lip as you started to shake, continuing what you were doing. You felt the room start to get colder, and you blinked a bit to try and get rid of it. You hiccuped lightly, moving your hand slightly to move your fringe out of your face.
You slid down onto the floor, moving yourself so your arms weren't showing under the door. You heard a knock on the bathroom stall door and you froze. You looked over at the ground under the door, a pair of black converse with some regular jeans. Could be a kid, could be your teacher, you don't know.
"Mr. Vantas, why are you not in class?" Shit, it's D- Mr. Strider. Not Dave. Mr. Strider, yeah, that's who it is. "Because." You heard a sigh before his foot started tapping. "Mr. Vantas, I suggest you get out of that stall and get to class." You stood up, sliding your sleeves down. Your arms grew in pain from getting up so fast. You opened the stall and shoved your backpack out, picking it up and slightly staggering past him. You felt his hand on your shoulder.
"Mr. Vantas is there something wrong?" You shook your head, feeling something roll down your arm, fuck fuck fuck please no. "Alright, cause I was just wondering. Why were you in there anyways?" You stayed silent, biting the inside of your cheek. "...Mr. Vantas are you alright? You're looking a bit pale." You nodded, walking towards the door of the bathroom, when you heard a small "drip".
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
You didn't dare turn around, or look down, you know what it was. Yeah, you're fucking dead. "Mr. Vantas?" You gulped lightly. "Y-Yeah?" "Are you bleeding?" You stayed silent. "Mr. Vantas, please answer the question. Are you bleeding?" You kept the silence to yourself, soon feeling your left arm being slightly raised. You turned your head away, feeling the tears start to come back. You heard a concerning sigh. "Mr. Vantas, hand me your backpack." You did so and then you felt a hand on your back. "Come with me to my car, you know where it is." You nodded, walking ahead and slipping your hood on.
"Mr. Vantas, hoods off in school." You flipped him off, walking a bit faster out of the building. You got to his car and sighed, slightly out of breath. You heard his footsteps walking as he unlocked the car. "Please, don't get your bloody hand on my car." "I won't." You slid in, sitting there quietly. He looked at you slightly, and you quickly looked away. He sighed, starting the car and going in reverse, driving out of the school parking lot.
Short chapter, I know, but HEY LOOK: AN UPDATE!