Three Faced {skammy af} {boyxboy}

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3rd period

Skate pulls his hand away, confusion written on his face.

Sammy shakes at the thought of Nate's hand roaming his body.

Skate slips out of the room, going into the living room. Where Jack and Jack are watching a movie.

"What did I do to Sammy?" He ask as he plays with his hands.

"What?" Jack chokes on his spit.

"I thought you were you the whole day." Johnson pauses the movie.

"I don't know. I-I can't remember anything." Skate replies as he pulls at his hair.

"Shit." Jack looks over at the blonde who's eyes are wide.

"We left to go meet Nash and Cam awhile ago." The blue eyed boy says.

Skate lets out a groan in frustration.

"He won't even let me touch him. He's shaking and crying. And he's curled in a ball." Skate rambles on.

Skate's P.O.V

Sighing I put a fresh canvas onto the easel. Jack and Jack said they'd check on Sammy. So now here I am. I'm not really sure what I'm painting, but I dip the brush in a dark blue paint.

An hour passes by and I decide to look at what I was actually doing. I look at the painting. And it suddenly makes me want to cry.  There's the dark blue sky, and the moon is peaking through grey clouds. There's some trees and flowers and what not all over the grass and in the background. There's a guy sitting on his knees a tear running down his cheek. There's also another guy who looks like he's happily skipping away. And what kills me the most is the fact that the guy slipping away has silver almost white hair.

Sammy's P.O.V

Jack and Jack are sitting around me. It's been an hour, and I still haven't said anything to them. No, I'm not mad they weren't there to help me. They have their own lives, and own friends. No I'm mad at myself. I just laid there. I just laid there and took it. I didn't even try to fight back.

"Sammy. Please, tell us what's wrong." Jack and Jack repeat. That's all they said for the past hour and it was very annoying.

"Nate- he, he.  He raped me. Please. Please leave." I whisper, curling back into the corner.

After a few minutes, I hear them leave. I pull my self up, using the dresser as a support. I hiss in pain when I sit on the bed. Looking over at the dresser, Its the picture Skate took of the painting of me. I give a small smile, but it quickly turns into a frown. I needed to apologize to him. So I limp, out of my room. And look around the living room, then peek out into the back yard. Sure enough Skate is there with a paintbrush. I quietly walk behind him. He runs a hand over his face as he puts the brush down. I look over his shoulder. Seeing what he painted. It hurt me to think this is how I made him feel.

"I'm sorry." He whispers.

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hey guys.... : ) um... I don't even

know what to say right now.

IM SO SORRY. Did you like it.?

Did you hate it? Do you hate me?

Anywhore....

Otay

Bye my bad bitches. Stay bad.

mwahhhh

~kelsey