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It's the next day of school and everyone knew that Grant and Lexy dated, but now it's Junior and Lexy and a matter of seconds. Throughout Ms. Fairchild's whole class Junior and Lexy worked together and Grant alone.

"Grant? Hello, earth to Grant?" Devon says. "Hm, sorry?" Grant says. "You okay?" Jake asks taking a seat beside him with Devon. "Yeah, just don't feel well." Grant says. "Did you get any sleep last night?" Jake asks. "No. I cried all night." Grant sighs then says. "Can tell, you have horrible bags and your hair is messy." Devon says while working on the assignment.

School ends and Junior, Lexy, Devon, and Jake are talking about the Valentine's Dance. "So, Jake who are you going with?" Lexy asks. "I don't know, I was thinking Junior." Jake says sarcastically. "Yeah, same. I wanna go with Jake." Junior says with a laugh. "Haha, very funny." Devon says without a smile. "All jokes aside tho, I asked Devon and he said  yes." Jake says happily. "Well, I'm happily going with Junior." Lexy says.

"Oh it's Grant." Devon says and they all look over. He's been avoiding Lexy and Devon all day every time he could. "I feel bad." Junior says. "No shit?" Jake says sarcastically. "Shut up." Junior says.

✬𝒞ℴ𝓁𝓁𝒾𝓃𝓈 ℋℴ𝓊𝓈ℯ✬

"Hey baby, how are you?" Charlotte asks. "Fine." Grant says walking up to his room. "How was school?" She asks. "Fine mom!" Grant yells then slams his door.

"Shit," he whispers. He walks over to his bed and sits on it repeating the same words over and over while hitting his leg. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." Grant whispers. After a minute he stops when it's a knock at the door.

"Can we come in?" James ask with Charlotte. "Yeah." Grant says before opening his door. "How are you?" James asks, then takes a seat on the chair across him and Charlotte sitting on his bed beside Grant.

TRIGGER WARNING TW⚠️

"I'm fine. Why does everyone keep asking?" Grant slightly yells. "Baby, you don't look like it." Charlotte says. "You took the breakup hard. You got high and drunk and bags under your eyes." "If you need someone to talk to... we can arrange something." James says. "Someone to talk to.....? A therapist? I don't need a fucking therapist!" Grant yells to his parents then throws his lamp across the room, hitting his wall and breaking it. "Stop cursing, Henry's room isn't far!" Charlotte says. "That's all you care about! Henry, Henry, fucking Henry!" Grant yells. "Fuck you Charlotte and James and especially fuck Henry!" Grant yells, his mom has tears in her eyes and they leave Grant's room. "Shit, wait mom, I'm sorry." Grant says then his dad closes his door.

"Shit! What's wrong with me, I'm so fucking stupid! Lexy was right to dump me! I'm ugly and stupid and weird and useless and a waste of fucking space." Grant whispers. "I should end it all at some point." He lies on his bed and thinks about it. After a while Grant walks into his bathroom and sees a medium sized cut from one of the glass pieces on his face. Which gives him an idea, he looks around his drawers and finds a razor blade and does what exactly Jake used to do. 5 cuts on each wrist. Grant then changes to a long sleeve shirt and hides it under his bathroom drawer. He lies in bed and each our passes without him getting any sleep.

His 6:30 A.M. alarm goes off for him to wake up, but he's awake. He keeps staring at his ceiling and his alarm wakes up the whole house. "Damnit Grant!" Charlotte yells, storming to his room. "Your alarm is loud and everyone is awake 20 minutes before their own. "Sorry." Grant whispers turning his back towards his mom. "It's okay baby, you have school." Charlotte says. "I don't feel well." Grant says. "Usually the hangover is the morning after not 2 mornings." Charlotte says. "But okay. Feel better." Charlotte says kissing him, but Grant tries to dodge it.

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"Hey Jake. Where's Grant?" Devon says while getting a cheek kiss from Jake. "I don't know. I tried texting him, but he's leaving me on read." Jake responds with. "I hope he's okay, I mean he didn't look to well yesterday." Devon says. "Yeah, he didn't take the break up well." Jake says sadly. "What's wrong?" "I just hope he doesn't turn out like how I did." Jake whispers.

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