|No Mercy| Miguel Diaz

Chapter Two teenage dirtbag

West valley high, was a place for two types of people. The kids who wanted to kill themselves, an the ones who made them wanna do it even more. Least this was Colby experience, as he sat in the passenger seat. Of his and sams shared car. There parents had given it to them when they'd turned 16. Listening to yasmine and moon, some how there voices had the capably to be heard. Through his head phones, moon he hadn't minded. He's gotten high at her parties Sam dragged him to all summer. She was alright for a girl who barely knew what anyone was ever saying. He wasn't sure if it was the weed or she was slow. But he didn't really care all that much.

Yasmine however was a spawn from fucking hell. Had been there entire life's, he wasn't quite sure how he'd managed to date her. It hadn't lasted long not once her reputation started dropping. It was hard she'd been so different behind closed doors. Hurt just like him, but she's chose her reputation over. Someone who understood her and that was fine with him.

"Your brother looks like he wants to kill himself. I would to if people knew I slit my wrists." Yas says looking at Sam through the rear view mirror.

"Oh my god yas you can't say that he's literally right there." Moon says as they pulled into the high school. Sam face only shifted slightly from her smile. "Yas that's not cool he's my brother."

"It's a joke Sam, not a dick don't take it so hard god. Your literally sure a bore I don't know why I'm your friend." The blonde says Colby watched his sister face immediately change.

"I was kidding yas he can't hear you anyway." Sam says, Colby wanted to smack her he didn't know when she'd become needy to be popular. But he hated, feeling the care stopped he pulled out his head phones un doing his seat belt looking back at yas. "I might slit my wrists but at least I don't stick my fingers to the back of my throat. To feel something other then self fucking hatred." He snaps throwing open the car door throwing on his bag.

He could feel Sam staring at him like he was gonna snap in to. But he wouldn't not here and not in front of her. He couldn't, she wasn't the girl who cried when she saw him bandaged up in his hospital room. Who told there parents he wasn't okay, or held his hand and read to him for hours. She wasn't the girl who shared all her secrets with him. He wondered if she ever would be. As he let the door slam to the car, walking off towards the familiar sliver car.

He could hear sam calling him he pretended he hated it was a lot easier then talking to her. He watched at the blonde boy got out of the car followed by his sister. The passenger window unwinding, "Colby it's so good to see you how's your dad?" Ally asks him, feeling as he plastered a smile to his face as he looked at her.

"He's really good mrs Mills, I'm sure he'd love to hear from you." He says politely as ash tugged on his jacket pulling him away from the woman. As Aven carefully looped her arm against his. Stuck between the two he smiles at aven. "How are you on this fine day, Johnny get into trouble again?" He asks

He can see the bruises on ash's knuckles he kinda hopes. It wasn't the type of trouble that ended ash in a black and blue torso. He would never talk about, seeing ash smirk nodding towards kyler. "Me and dad decided to bond over beating some douche kids." He says waving at kyler who rolled his eyes avoiding ash as he walked the other way.

"I don't understand his love of beating people's he's fucking homicidal." Aven says looking at her brother who shoved her slightly. "You know who makes me homicidal our mother."

"She's not that bad ash, you just don't know her like I do." The girl says making ash scoff, Colby knowing he was about to watch them fight. He knew they always fought over ally, ally had stayed for aven always. Where as Johnny hadn't, but it was the other way for ash. They never saw it eye to eye, they reminded him of him and Sam.