Cool, hi. So this chapter start out, NOT in Bianca's POV, it's a third person POV that mainly focuses on Owen and how he's feeling, so yeah. This chapter is kind of short, and I'm sorry it's been a while since my last update, but I actually liked writing this chapter, so I hope you enjoy :D.

He knew Bianca had been ignoring him all day. He was actually going to ask her for a ride to school in the morning, but she had refused to answer any of his texts or calls. He ended up having to carpool with the Baker's. He had Bianca to thank for that super fun car ride with two homophobes and his gay brother in the car with him.

Bianca had avoided him in English, sitting in a seat where there were people on both sides and nowhere for him to sit near. But, at lunch, he had decided he'd search for her and corner her if that's what he had to do to get her to talk to him. He was worried about her, he needed to tell her to stop, he needed to know if anyone else knew about what she was doing to herself and why she was doing it in the first place. He needed to know how to help before this escalated to something worse, something she couldn't recover from, something that would tear him apart.

He knew where she sat at lunch; he would check the table where she, Imogen, and Eli sat every day, before he went anywhere else to look for her. Unfortunately though, when he approached the table, only Imogen and Eli were sitting there, talking animatedly.

"You know, first name, 'Bo,' middle name 'Ty,' so his name could be like 'Bow Tie!" Imogen told Eli happily as I walked up to the table.

"No, I am not naming my son after neck wear," Eli said laughingly, holding back a smile at her ridiculous suggestion.

Son? Owen thought, clearing his throat, "Uhh, sorry to interrupt, um…baby talk? But…" He began to say, causing Eli to shoot daggers in his direction and Imogen to look down at the paper she had been mindlessly scribbling on.

They dropped the previous conversation and focused themselves on me, "What did you want, Milligan?" Eli asked pointedly.

"I was looking for Bianca," Owen replied in a less harsh tone than Eli.

"She doesn't want to see you," Imogen said, looking up at Owen seriously.

Owen sighed; this was going to much harder than he originally thought. He took a seat at the end of the table so he could look at the both of them while he spoke, "Do you know why she doesn't want to see me?" He asked the two of them.

"Probably because you were a joke to her?" Imogen said, crossing her arms stubbornly.

Owen scoffed, "Is that what she told you?"

Imogen opened her mouth to speak but Eli stopped her, placing his hand on top of hers from across the table. "If that's not the reason, Milligan, then what is?" Eli asked incredulously, looking at him as though he wouldn't believe anything Owen said anyway.

Owen sighed again and thought for a moment, "Do you guys know what Bianca does?" He asked, not really sure if he should say much, he didn't want her to be getting in trouble with her friends for keeping secrets.

Eli rolled his eyes, "What, like drugs? That the best story you can come up with?" He looked at Owen angrily, practically slamming the hand that wasn't holding Imogen's down on the table. "Just leave Bianca alone, she's been through enough."

"So, I guess you don't know, sorry I wasted your time," Owen said, getting up to leave.

"Wait, Owen," Imogen spoke up, a scared expression reaching her face, "She's not… hurting herself again, is she?"

"Hurting herself?" Eli asked.

"Again?" Owen asked at the same time as Eli.

Imogen sighed sadly and looked at Owen, ignoring both questions. "So she is," she said softly, her voice cracking with grief, "I'm a terrible friend, I have to go find her." She stood up and dismissed herself from the two boys, leaving the scene quickly.

~x~ Bianca ~x~

I sat in the bathroom stall, clenching the razor in my hand. I had seen it; Owen had been talking to Imogen and Eli at our table, where nobody ever bothered us. Owen couldn't keep his big mouth shut, could he? God, I hated him. They were going to make me stop, make me talk to people about what I was doing to myself; I knew they would. And, it was all his fault.

I silently cried as I slid the razor across my arm, once, twice, three times. I was a mess, a terrible mess and I couldn't be fixed. I hated this; I hated me as much as I hated him.

I heard the door to the girls bathroom open, startling me and causing me to sob loudly and drop my razor on the dirty bathroom floor. Footsteps quickly made their way to my stall and someone started knocking frantically on the door. "Bianca, what are you doing?" Imogen asked on the other side of the thin stall door.

No need to hide, she knew, she'd seen me like this before, I opened the door, blood dripping from my arm, eyes and cheeks swollen from crying, and fresh tear drops still rolling down my cheeks. Imogen took one look at me and pulled me carefully into a hug. I stood there, numb, not sure if I had the strength to hug back or the motivation to move from my spot in the bathroom stall.

"Bianca, I am so, so sorry," Imogen said, pulling away from the hug and catching a loose tear that was rolling down my cheek, "I had no idea and I should have. I'm a terrible friend." She took my hand and pulled me to a sink, turning on the faucet and shoving my arm under the warm water.

I clenched my fist and shook my head. "You're the best friend ever, Imogen. I don't deserve it."

"Bianca, you're going to stop this," Imogen said, taking some paper towels and pressing them to my wet arm, "You're going to stop for me because I hate seeing you like this."

I ripped my arm away from her grip, "I can't, Imogen!" I yelled, pulling my sleeve down and turning to leave the girls bathroom.

Imogen took my other arm and stopped me, "Bianca, please." Her voice cracked and I could hear the sadness in it, "I need you, I need you in one piece, I need you to be okay."

"Imogen, I—" The bathroom door swung open and I turned around to scare whoever-the-fuck-it-was away. But, when I turned around, standing before me was none other than Marisol Lewis and Katie Matlin. Two bitched that I was not in the mood to go around with.

"Aww, Mare, look, she's crying. Must've finally realized that nobody will ever like a slut like her. What'd you do, go after Goldsworthy and even he didn't want you? Figures," Katie bitched, looking at me with a devilish grin.

"It's about time she realized how completely nasty she is," Marisol smiled, crossing her arms and popping her hip to the side.

"Bee, I think it's time you wipe those drama queen tears and accept reality," Katie said, taking a step towards me.

Imogen stepped in front of me and pushed Katie back, "Just get the Hell out of here."

Katie tensed to push her right back, but I grabbed Imogen arm, pulling he rout of the way. "Imogen, stop, you can't fight in your condition," I said, standing in Katie's way of Imogen.

Imogen's hands flew instinctively to her stomach, "Right, sorry…"

"Condition?" Marisol asked, holding Katie back from attacking me, then looking at Imogen, her eyes widening, "OH MY GOD, the freak is pregnant!" Her and Katie looked back and forth at each other then burst out into giggles.

"She is not, and you're going to feel pretty bad about calling her that when she's dead," I lied coldly, pulling Imogen out of the bathroom and leaving the two girls completely dumbfounded.

"Bianca, hold on," Imogen stopped me outside of the bathroom door, turning me to face her. "Here," she said, taking the sleeve of her shirt and wiping underneath my eyes for me kindly.

"Is everything okay?" Eli said, gently, instantly at our sides. I looked at him and shrugged, seeing Owen standing behind him with his arms crossed. He was looking at me worriedly, making me roll my eyes, he didn't actually care.

"We're fine, Eli, but Bianca and I are going to skip the rest of the day. Girl time, okay?" Imogen told him, linking her arm to mine and looking from me to her boyfriend. Eli nodded and leaned in, kissing her on the forehead.

"Whatever you have to do," He said softly, stepping away from the two of us and offering me a smile that seemed to say 'I'm sorry.' Somewhere along the way, I think I made a friend out of Eli Goldsworthy; I smiled back and started walking away with Imogen, pushing past Owen without a single word.

We walked out of the school and to my car. "Where are we going?" I asked, looking at Imogen before I got into the driver's seat.

"Youuuur house," Imogen sang, getting in and buckling her seatbelt.

I groaned, "Whhyyy?"

"Because."

~x~

"Bianca, all of them, give them to me," Imogen said, sitting on my bed and holding out her hand.

She wanted my razors. She wanted to take away my only escape from all the people and things in my life that despised me, all the people and things in my life that I despised right back. I didn't want to, I really didn't want to, but I knew Imogen would be persistent. She was Imogen, she wouldn't stop until I did what she said. I sighed and lifted up my pillow, taking the razor from underneath and setting it in the palm of her hand.

"All of them, Bianca," She said again, still holding out her hand.

I groaned and opened my top, left hand dresser drawer, "Imogen, please don't do this to me." I found the few razors that I placed at the bottom of the drawer and scooped them out, placing them in her hand.

She looked up at me and raised her eyebrows, "Is that all of them?" I nodded, biting my lip. Besides the one on the school's bathroom floor that had previously been in my glove compartment. "Bianca, this is for your own good, I just want to help, please don't hate me for it, but I need you here with me, and I want you to be okay, okay?"

I nodded and held back tears. She was right that it needed to stop, but I just wasn't sure that I could. I hated myself for it. I hated Owen so much for ratting me out; I hoped I'd never have to see his face again.

"Good, be right back!" Imogen jumped up and walked out of the room, taking the razors with her.

I fell back onto my bed and looked up at the ceiling as I waited for her to return. Suddenly, my phone started going off in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked at the caller ID, holding back the urge to throw my cell phone at the wall when I saw who it was trying to contact me.

Owen.

I reluctantly clicked the answer button and put the phone to my ear, "I don't want to talk to you," I told him coldly.

"Please, Bianca, I just wanted to help," Owen said pleadingly on the other line.

"Well, you didn't, thanks," I said, convinced that was he did was only to hurt me, no matter what he said about wanting to help.

I heard him sigh, defeated, "What about our project?"

"I'll finish it," I replied with finality and hung up the phone just as Imogen walked in.

"Who was that?" she asked, lying down on the bed beside me.

"Owen," I told her with a shrug, tossing the phone on the other side of the bed.

"Bianca, I think he really cares about you," Imogen said hesitantly.

"I don't."

Imogen shrugged and we lay there silently for a few minutes before she started lightly giggling. I turned over and looked at her, "What's so funny?"

"Marisol and Katie probably think I'm dying, thanks to you," She giggled, causing me to crack a smile and start laughing with her.

"You're welcome," I told her through the laughter.

I wasn't sure where to end it, so I thought a giggle fit between two best friends would be good. Lol, anyway, there wasn't much Bowen in this chapter, but pretty much all of the next chapter is going to be some crazy stuff happened to them (That will also be the last chapter). So I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I would really like it if you reviewed? That would make me super happy!