Monstercat High (Fanfic of a Fanfic)

Chapter 28

(Crystal'sPOV)
A huge weight was lifted off my shoulders when Tek started kissing back. I pull away. Tek holds the back of his neck, his face bright red. We both chuckle, breaking the awkward silence. "I guess.. the cat's out of the bag, huh?" I chuckle lightly. "How long?" I ask. "Since you first came." I smile and blush. I never knew he felt that way... I scoot closer to him and he puts his arm around me. I lay my head on his shoulder. "I hope I'm not friendzoned." He smiles down at me. I smile back. "Not at all, Teky.."

(Rebel'sPOV)
I wake up to a knock at the door. I yawn and jump off the top bunk, zipping up my hoodie. I rub my eyes and pad to the door. "Hi Rebel." "Oh hey, Monster- Principle Monstercat." He smiles at my slip up. "I'm sorry to bother so early, but I came to inform you about a class change." "Oh it's fine. Um.. what class am I getting changed?" I ask curiously. "Trance will be changed to Glitch-hop." He hands me a piece of paper. "Glitch-hop will now be your first period. I would assume that Tristam will guide you." He shoots me a smirk and I blush. "I-I'll ask him.." I smile. "Thank you." He nods. "Not a problem. Good luck with Throwback Thursday." He smiles and walks off. I shut the door. "Damn it!" I open the paper and see my schedule.

First period: Glitch-hop

Second period: Future Bass

Third period: Recording

Fourth period: Art(digital/traditional)

Fifth period: Lunch

Sixth period: Free

Seventh period: Chill out

I sigh. I was about to set the note down and get ready, but something caught my eye. A small, handwritten note at the bottom of the paper.

Don't look directly at the crowd. Lose yourself in your music like you usually do. Block out the world. It'll be just you and your music.

Good luck- Monstercat

I smile, fold up the note, grab some clothes, and head to the bathroom.

I unwrap my wrist and clean off the dried blood, wincing every once in a while. I look at the cuts. They were healing, slowly but surely. I hear a knock at the door. "Tristam said to come to his dorm." Laura informs me from outside the door. "Tell him I'm in the shower! I won't be long!" I shout back.

I pull on my tank top and and thrown on some deoderant and my hoodie. I open the door and pull my socks and shoes on quickly. "Someone's in a rush!" Hope laughs. "Hey, if Braken wanted to meet you at his dorm, you'd rush too." I wink at her and she sticks her tongue out at me. I laugh a bit, pull on my hood, bracelets and head to Tristam's dorm.

I knock on the door. Tristam opens it after a few seconds. He pulls me into a hug. "Woah what-" "Did you do anything?" I pull up my sleeves. "I'm fine, hon. I swear." I pull him into a hug. "You don't need to worry anymore." "What'd you do with the razor?" "Still in the bathroom. I'm flushing it when I get the chance." I murmur. "Damn I was so worried." He breathes into my hair. I decide to change the subject. "I'm in Glitch-hop with you." "Really? That's great!" The bell rings. "Looks like you get to meet Falcon right now. Wait." I stop and look back at him. He waves for me to come forward. As I do so, he pulls a necklace out from behind him. "No you didn't.." It was the same exact one he had on. It had a black cord and a charm of his new logo. He smiles. "Just a little something more your style." I touch the charm on the necklace he gave me for my birthday. He pulls my hood off, takes that one off, and puts the new one on. I smile and hug him. "I love it! Thank you so much." He kisses me and smiles. "No problem baby... Let's get going."

...

How can he write so fast?! I think as I scribble down notes as fast as I can. I glance at Tristam helplessly. He smiles and taps his pen on his paper. He points to his full page, and my hardly started one. I smile and nod as the bell rings.

...

[Varien'sPOV]
I pull out my phone and text Rebel. She was late to rehearsal. Again. Jerking my attention from my phone, she bursts through the doors. "Sorry! I lost track of time." She calls out, out of breath. "You seem to do that often." I say into the mic. "Come on." She jogs to the stage and I pull her up. She studies me. "New nose ring?" "Yeah... thanks for noticing.. I guess?" She smiles and shrugs, setting up her equipment. "You seem tense." I murmur, tending to my things. "W-Why do you say that?" She murmurs, not taking her eyes off the turntable. "You just... don't seem like the normal Rebel that struts around giggling and screaming all day." "Hey," She laughs a bit. "I don't strut, I pace. And I'm kinda nervous.." I smile. "The first time is always nerve racking. It'll get better." She shakes her head. "I have stage fright and social anxiety.. it's pretty bad..." I frown, not buying it. Rebel, of all people, has social anxiety and stage fright? Nope. "I don't believe you, honestly. I mean, come on." She chuckles under her breath. "You'll see tonight."

(Rebel'sPOV)
I grab my glasses and head out to the balcony. I throw myself onto the railing and sit in silence, trying to contain myself. After a few minutes, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look up and, to my surprise, see Razihel looking down at me, a sympathetic look in his eyes. I pull out my ear buds and hop off the railing. "Hey, I.. I heard what happened." I frown and look down, expecting to be yelled at. But instead, he pulls me into a hug. A real one. One where you actually feel... safe.. and protected. He pulls away. "I.. I know you think that no one understands and that you're all alone but... I know what it's like. Trust me..." His gaze meets the floor. His normal, strong, broad posture had shrunk, and he actually looked vulnerable. "Raz, what-...?" I trail off. I was shocked to the point of staring. He pulls up his jean jacket sleeves and holds out his wrist. I see many small, but long, white scars. "Raz..." I trail off again, my hand over my mouth. "You have to promise me you won't tell anyone." He pauses, and his piercing, pleading, bright blue eyes meet mine. "Please.." I nod, too shocked to say a thing. He sighs softly, and I couldn't take the nervousness and fear pulsing off of him anymore. I hug him tightly. I just wanted him to be ok and happy again. And be the normal Razihel that we all know and love. "We all love you, Razihel. I'm not going to say 'I'm sorry'.. because I hate when people say that to me.But... You can get through it... because we're all here for you... and we'll never leave..." I pause and listen to his shaky, raspy breathing. Had I really made him cry...? A single sob wracks his frame. I hug him tighter. "Shh.. it's ok Raz.." I feel him grip the back of my hoodie. I rub his back softly. What happened to this boy?

[A/N
IM THINKING ABOUT MAKING A RAZIHELS PAST OMG YAY OR NAY?!]