the book report

20

"W-We can't just sit here.." I said in a shaky voice, breaking the silence.

Everyone looked up at me, all except Sidney.

I furrowed my eyebrows then let them go natural again.

"W- I am not gonna let another innocent person die tonight. We got ourselves into this mess, and we're gonna fix it." I said, louder then I expected.

"No." Sidney said in a quiet, raspy voice.

She stood up.

"I'm the one who dragged you into this, this mess. So I'll fix it." Sidney started walking towards the door to unlock it.

Harley walked over.

"W-What are you doing.." Harley asked, trying to stay calm.

"I'm gonna fight this motherfucker and let you guys live." Sidney said, not turning back.

Harley pulled Sidney around then whispered something in her ear. I saw her grip her hand tightly, but it didn't seem to hurt her.

Sidney gulped and walked away.

"I'll be back.." she said right before turning the corner.

25 minutes had passed and Sidney still didn't come out the room.

"I'm gonna check on her." I said softly, then going down the hall passed the corner.

{SIDNEY'S POV}

TW: SU!CIDAL ACTION, GAY SLURS

I sat on the bed in the room I walked in.

I looked at the mirror, seeing my red hair falling on my shoulders and face.

The right side of my face had droplets of blood, my left ankle was burning, I could feel blood dripping down the side of my foot, and the sides of my neck were smothered in blood from Jacob's hands.

Thinking of Jacob made me think of Cole. What if I ran before him? What if I was strong enough to pull him back? What if he didn't think about the idea? What if I didn't charge Jacob? What if.. What if ..
I got up and looked in the mirror.

My shaky hands dug in my pockets to find a pocket knife.

I walked up to the mirror slowly and brought the knife up to my right wrist.

I gulped down a lump in my throat.

I deserved this. If i had just been fast enough, then I could have beaten Cole to Jacob.

I slit my wrist with the knife slowly. My dark red blood started dripping from my wrist, leaving droplets of blood on the carpet.

I started crying again, not cause it hurt but because it was my fault.

I continued slitting my wrist, leaving blood all over my right forearm.

Before I could move to my left wrist, I heard someone come in.

It was Joan.

I quickly threw the knife on the ground and covered my right hand by putting it behind my back.

"Sidney.. what were you doing?"

"N-nothing."

She walked closer to me, then grabbed my right arm to see the blood and the slits on my forearm.

She looked down to see the bloody knife and the droplets of blood on the carpet.

She looked up at me, wondering what to say.

I pulled my arm away and sat on the bed.

Joan glanced at me then sat down next to me at the edge of the bed.

We sat in silence for a few minutes until Joan spoke.

"Why?" She asked softly.

"I-I don't know.."

I glanced over at her, seeing her with the soft face she always has.

She grabbed my hand.

"You can trust me.." she said softly.

I swallowed the lump in my throat.

"I fucking hate my life.." I said softly.

"Everyone seems so perfect at school.. with their fucking boyfriends and shit.. and their parents always taking them out on special occasions and rewarding you, actually paying attention to you..

but my parents, my parents are fucking pussy's.. they could give two shits about me, my dad drinks way to much, touching my fucking privates and I can't escape. And my mom, she's.. she's god knows where probably hooking up with some slut.

Everyone at school knows nothing about me. Every popular person has a boyfriend of girlfriend and they get scolded and admired, actually getting respect. But me, I'm not like them.

I-I like girls, okay. I like how their bodies move and how soft their lips are and how big their eyes are, and I like admiring their tits, okay?! I'm a fucking d*ke, and if everyone knows then I'll be the 'faggot emotionless bitch' everyone sees.."

I started crying, putting my knees to my chest and burying my head in them. I was such a bitch.

Instead of calling me out, Joan leaned in and hugged me.

"I like tit's too.." she said softly.

I looked up as she let go of the hug.

I put my legs down and sighed shakily.

"Really?"
"Yeah.." she replied softly.

"I lo- I loved Jacob obviously, but I also had another crush. She wouldn't know of course."

"Who is she?" I asked softly.

"She has red hair, light blue eyes, almost clear. She has the most adorable smile. She has soft pink lips and a small nose. Her tits are hard to ignore, and her legs are the most amazing things I've seen. And she did a book report with me the last few weeks of school."

I gasped softly. She had a crush on.. me.

Joan moved closer.

I loved Harley, and that wasn't a joke. But half of me wanted to be with Joan as well.

She leaned in and kissed me, her hands gripping my waist.

I couldn't help but let my eyes widen. She tasted so good I was surprised.

I don't count this as cheating, just as a dare. I didn't want to upset Joan, espicially when her friend just died 2 hours ago. She pulled back, but after a minute, she gulped.

"Joan.. you don't understand.. I'm dating Harley.."

Joan's tense eyes softened. She felt guilty.

"Fuck I'm so sorry.."

"Hey, that doesn't mean I didn't like it." I said softly, then moved closer to her to where I was technically on top of her. I reached my hand out to grasp her right breast. I smiled slightly when I felt it. It was just the right size.

"This isn't cheating, is it?" Joan asked softly.

"I think it is.." I said, then pulled my hand away.

I got up slowly, and so did Joan.

"Joan, although I'm dating the girl of my dreams, I won't lie that your really fucking hot as well." I said softly, then pulling her in for a quick kiss.

Joan widened her eyes, then loosened them.

She smiled slightly.

She looked back at my right forearm. It was still covered in blood.

"We should clean you up." She said softly.

I nodded, grabbed my pocket knife, then followed her to the bathroom.

A/N
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