SHAWN'S POV
"Aaliyah can we talk?" I ask unsure. "Yeah. What's up?" She asks jumping on top of the island.
"It's about one of my friends and I kinda need a girls opinion." I say and she places her bowl back on the island. "Is it about Santana, who is actually your girlfriend not friend." She says and I shrug. I didn't want to tell her it was about Santana but she already knows it is. It's like she can read my mind.
"Lets talk in your room when you're done eating." I suggest and she agrees. I walk upstairs to check up on Santana.
She looked so broken even when she's sleep, I don't know why she doesn't want me to tell her parents. She could switch schools or do homeschooling and she would be safe. I sat on the edge of my bed and watched her troubled eyes as she rest, I couldn't help but wonder if I was the one she was dreaming of. I sighed before standing up, I tucked some of her hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead.
"Stay strong." I whispered in her ear.
There was a quiet knock on the door, I turned around to see Aaliyah with wide eyes. "What happened to her?" She gasps looking at Santana's bruised face. "Aaliyah..." I say trailing off. "Shawn what happened?" She asked concerned. Santana and Aaliyah were close friends until Santana stopped coming over because she was afraid of me.
"Lets go talk in your room." I say and she agrees. I left the door to my room cracked just in case she wakes up.
"What happened to Santana?" She asked and I sighed. "The guys beat her up." I say and Aaliyah looks at me with disbelief. "You let them beat her up?" She asked. "No I got the principal and she didn't believe me and by the time I got the assistant principal it was too late." I say and Aaliyah takes a seat on her bed next to me.
"Aaliyah, she cuts because of what me and my friends did to her and I feel so bad. I want to take everything back but I can't, I don't want to see her like that." I say with tears rushing down my face. "I don't know what to do." I say wiping the tears off of my face.
"Tell the guys to stop." Aaliyah says, sometimes I forget that she's 11 and all you have to do in middle school is tell a teacher and all the problems are gone. But maybe I can tell the guys to back off.
Part of me feels as if it might work but the other part of me feels as if the guys won't care and continue bullying her anyways. The guys are my friends and I can't have them hate me. I just don't know what to do.
"I want to tell Santana's parents about what's happening but she doesn't want me to. What should I do?" I ask and she shrugs. "Talk to Santana about it first, convince her to tell her parents, don't just go up to them and tell them that would probably get her mad." She says and I nod. I heard movement from across the hall "I think Santana is awake." I say and walk back to my room to see Santana sitting up in my bed crying.
"What's wrong?" I ask pulling her into a hug. "Everyone at school is on twitter spreading rumors about me and calling me names." She cried showing me her phone. I went through Twitter and saw a video that Nash posted on twitter.
It was a bunch of horrible pictures of Santana that was being played on the projector in the cafeteria. How did they even get permission to borrow the projector? Soon a question popped up on the wall that the video was being played on.
What do you hate about Santana Morris?
Soon short clips of people from School popped up saying what they hated about Santana making fun if her and embarrassing her. Santana was looking over my shoulder when my face popped up on the screen. I instantly turned the video off, Santana took her phone and found the video skipping to the part where we stopped at.
I noticed the video was lowkey taken the day Santana was in my closet. Santana looked more than hurt. "You actually meant what you said." She said and I shook my head no. "Santana, that was the night you were in my closet. I swear I didn't even know the guys were recording me." She looked at me with hurt in her eyes. "Please don't be mad at me chipmunk." I say hoping she'll believe me. "Okay." She sighs. She continues watching the video and I heard Nash's voice. "She's a huge slut. She slept around with older guys while dating someone when she was in middle school."
"I heard she sucked multiple dicks and had a threesome in the same day."
"I heard she's pregnant."
"Doesn't she have an STD or something?" I heard a girl say. It was probably Nash's girlfriend Nevaeda.
Nevaeda was short with blonde hair and hazel eyes, she loved to dance and sing. She plays volleyball and does gymnastics. To be completely honest she was pretty but Santana was beautiful.
The video ended with a bunch of embarrassing pictures of her from when she was younger to now.
(Ik the video was clearly longer than 30 seconds but use your imagination and pretend twitter videos can be longer than 30 seconds)
Once the video ended Santana buried her head in her knees and cried.
"Santana please don't cry." I say hugging her. I didn't know how to stop her from crying, tickling use to work all the time but she's clearly not in the mood for that.
"Santana we need to tell your parents." I sigh and she looks up at me. "No Shawn." She says wiping her eyes. "I do not like seeing you like this." I say and she stands up. "Shawn I know all you want to do is help but I can handle this." She says and grabs her things. "Santana don't go. Please." I begged for her to stay.
"Lets go to the beach or something, you can stay over and we'll skip school tomorrow and go to the mall." I say hoping she'll agree. She thought about it for a few seconds before agreeing. I walked over to her and kissed her cheek. "I think I'm in love with you." The words slip out if my mouth. "I-I think I love you too." She says while stuttering.
She wasn't use to feeling loved so this whole I love you thing was new not only to her but to me. I know we've only been dating for a few days but I've never had feelings this strong for anyone. I haven't cared about anyone as much as I care for Santana, that's why I want to get her help so badly because I want her to be happy most of the time, I don't want her to be sad all of her life.
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I am really sorry about this chapter it honestly sucks but I was in a rush to write it.
But thank you so much for 1k reads ❤
