The Science And Theory Of Beating The Fuck Out Of Yourself

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Jo's POV

Dad made me another doctor's appointment a few weeks after we got in that fight. He said he was worried about me and didn't want me to hurt myself or something. I felt so stupid. I can't believe I was actually going to do that, like what the fuck? Now it's super awkward because Vic told the guys and now I can't be alone in my room unless the door is wide open. Dad's being all hovery and even worse? He made me go back to school.

And the school knows too.

I'm supposed to talk to my guidance councilor once a week about my "problems" or whatever. So that's what I was doing. Or what I should have been doing.

I was lying behind the bleachers in the gym, waiting for this period to be over. I never went to guidance, I don't even know where it is so I decided that was a good enough excuse not to go.

There was no gym class so I was all alone. That is, until the door creaked and I heard footsteps. I sat up but stayed quiet. They got closer and I briefly panicked, thinking that it might be someone coming to push the bleachers in and I would be crushed between the wall and the seats. The steps echoed around the room and I couldn't really tell what direction they were coming from.

"Thought I'd see you here, Fuentes." I heard. I snapped my head around and saw Jason standing at the other end of the bleachers as he weaved through the bars to get to me. I sighed in relief, knowing it was just him.

"Jesus, you scared me!" I groaned, slapping his chest. He chuckled and leaned against the wall.

"Why'd you skip?" He asked. I shrugged.

"Wasn't feeling guidance all that much." I said simply. Those guidance meetings were always during study hall so I tended to spend last period here. "What about you?"

"I had a math test I didn't study for." Jason responded. I chuckled.

"You never study." I said. Jason nodded.

"Yet somehow I'm passing all of my classes!"

"Only because you sleep with all your teachers!" We laughed because it was true. Jason could be somewhat of a whore, but it was okay. He was pretty cool I guess, of course Dad hated him.

"We should do something." Jason said after a few minutes of silence. There were only a few more minutes left in the day so I started thinking about what we could do.

"Like what?" I asked. He smirked and reached Ito his backpack. It was almost completely empty, but I heard something clanking around. Jason pulled his hand out holding a can of red spray paint.

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I had to head home to get some of my tagging gear before I went out with Jason. My bag was stuffed under my bed with the stuff that Dad hadn't confiscated.

I lead Jason inside and dumped all the books that never got used out of the bag I used for school, then stuffed it full of spray cans and all the other stuff we would need. Dad and the guys weren't home yet--I think they met up with BVB to plan the next tour or something--so I wouldn't have to sneak out.

"Damn you've got a lot of shit." Jason said as I finished packing it all up. I shrugged and nodded.

"Yeah, if my dad knew he'd kill me." I responded. Jason just laughed.