You're Difficult, and perfect [Kickthepj Love Story]

Chapter one

I was walking through the halls to my locker, where PJ was waiting for me. Today was our best-friend-iversary, we had been friends for 16 years. We met at my first birthday party, so today was my birthday. PJ is a year older than me, but that makes no difference, whatsoever.
I'm seventeen. Wow.
When I get to my locker, PJ is leaning against it. he had a small box.
"Hey!"
"Hi. What are we doing after school."
"Netflix and chill?"
He winked, and bit his lip. I felt myself blush. I'm not going to lie, I like PJ. I know he was joking, but I saw a slight pink tint on his cheeks, that got me thinking.
"What's in the box?"
"Ah. sweet Taylor, you shall see right before the midterm dance. By the way nice outfit, emo queen."

I should explain the 'queen' part of that statement. 57% of the school is made up of emos. They're all friendly with me, and PJ so, they nominated us for the king and queen of this dance.
So the nominees for queen are:
1st Taylor Mail. 56%
2nd Savannah Grey. 32%
3rd Jacey Moore. 12%

And king:
1st PJ Liguori. 57%
2nd Caleb Eaton. 23%
3rd Tyler Naylor. 20%

So we're going to win. The dance is tomorrow.
"You should talk. Look at your outfit!"

We're both going through our emo phase, But I'm concerned about PJ. I used to cut myself because my dad would hit me and call me things like 'slut', PJ found out and I'm not aloud to wear long sleeves around him. But lately, he's been doing things I did before I stopped cutting. I haven't seen his arms in 3 weeks, but today I have a mini plan.
"Can I borrow your jacket? I'm freezing."
"No! My jacket!"
"Please? I'll die!"
"Fineeee."
"Thank you."
PJ pulled off his jacket and handed it to me. The outer side of his arms were clear. I pulled on the jacket, it was warm. I felt safe, and comfortable in it. I looked down at his arms. There were cuts on his wrists, and part of his arms. I grabbed the back of his wrist lightly. I pulled it up for a 2 second inspection, then quickly pulled him into a tight embrace. I refused to let go. I looked up and stared Into his bright, beautiful, green eyes. A single tear rolled down his cheek. I'm sure alot more were falling down mine. He looked down at me and his thumb just under my lip the rest of his hand under my chin.
"...I'm sorry."
"It's okay... I understand..."
"Do you want to stay at my place tonight. I know your dad's gonna be with your mom."
I thought for a minute, my head buried in his chest. His arms were still tightly around me. I nodded my head.
"Walk me to my place first?"
"Of course."