Pope's Pov
I arrived at the Chateau, Kiara was there surprisingly. I was so exited, but nervous, I was planning on asking Kiara to be my official Girlfriend today! I knew she'd say yes, I know she feels the same way I do. I ran up to Kiara, kissing her on the cheek, I then knelt down on one knee, holding out a flower. "Kiara Carrera, I have loved you since the very day we met. I have loved you for years, and now, you finally feel the same way. I love you so much, I would do anything for you, I would climb one million mountains for you! I would die for you! I would cut my hand off for you! Kie, I love you, and I know you feel the same way, Kiara, will you be my Girlfriend?" I asked, smiling.
I was nervous, she stood there, she didn't look happy, she looked more shocked and terrified then happy, I was getting anxious, I don't know if she could tell, but I was dripping, my sweat was dripping from me, like a faucet, uncontrollably.
Kiara's Pov
Oh shit, no, no, no! Holy shit! No! This can NOT be happening right now! I was just about to go save JJ, but no! This shit face has to come here! I mean, I love him, as a friend, but not romantically, NEVER romantically. "Uh- Sure." I whispered, FUCK ME! I just made things one HUNDRED time's worse! No! Oh no . . . I have to end it soon, like real soon.
"Yay! Okay, I got to go." Pope said, hugging me tightly, I was disgusted, "Bye, Babe." He said, smiling, getting back into his car, I waved slowly, half smiling nervously. 'Babe' No . . . Pope cannot say that, not to me. It felt so wrong, it disgusted me, I wanted to bitch slap him in the face right now, I was hella mad.
JJ's Pov
I got off of my bike, pulling out my phone to check for any notifications before I got beaten up by my Dad. 'Me and Kiara are official! She's my Girlfriend!' The text said, I could feel my heart shattering, the girl I've waited for, the girl I've loved, the girl I wanted all these years, gone. And I lost her to my best friend.
I went inside, not having a care in the world, I said my Dad sleeping on the couch, but next to him, on the table, there was an unopened case of beer on the table, I took it, I lost my only will to live, I opened it slowly, then pulled out a bottle, I stared at it, before throwing it on the floor, waking up my Dad.
I stared at my Dad, he looked pissed. Good, beat me, bitch. Hit me, I dare you. I thought, I hated him, but I hated life itself more. He stood, looked at me, then the beer case in my hand, then the smashed glass on the floor. "Boy! That's my beer! My money! How dare you!" He said, punching me in the face, I fell to the floor, smiling.
He noticed my smile, then looked at me in shock. "Why are you smiling, Boy!" He screamed even louder, kicking me in my stomach. "H-Hit me, bitch." I said, using the rest of my energy to say those words. "BOY! I will kill you!" He screamed, kicking me again, he picked up a screw driver off of the table, he then stabbed it in my stomach, I screamed in pain, he'd never stabbed me before.
He stabbed me three times, before pushing me into the room, locking the door.
