Chapter 11
Vic Fuentes POV
Class is going by slowly, too slowly. Even slower than homeroom. Another lecture, of course. "Your class is boring as hell and no one cares..." I mumble under my breath, with, thankfully no response. I don't want another lecture. I lose complete focus on whatever the teacher is rambling about. I'm more interested in what Jack and Alex are doing anyway. It's looks like they're arguing. Alex looks sad but awfully determined. Who knows what they're arguing about? I slump over my desk, hand against my cheek. The bell finally rings and I dash out of the room. Finally, class is over. Mike meets up with me in the hallway, as we do every day. "Hey.." I sigh and run a hand through my hair. Mike gives me a confused glare and grabs a hold of my arm, pointing to my scars. "What the hell are these man?" Fuck. I know he knows what they are, and how they got there. There's no way out of this. I get out of his grip and let my arm hang down. "Vic.." He didn't even have to finish what he was saying. It was all in his expression. How could the one person he looked up to do this to himself? "Don't worry about it..." He won't have to worry anymore.
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