|Falling for Octavia|

02 | Out Of The Closet

After school, I hurried around to find Tyler and Angel to tell them to drive home without me because I would probably be stuck in the room for the next half hour. But, to my surprise I couldn't find either of them so I just decided to give up and go to my detention.

West wing, third door. I shuffled down the corridor trying to find the room, I reached the door and stared at it in a confused way. It didn't look like a classroom more like a closet room or something. I shrugged my shoulders and my hand reached for the doorknob, twisting it with ease, scared to release it and spend the next hour in the room.

I pulled the door forward and my eyes popped out of my head when I inspected the scene that was playing out in front of me. Tyler had his hands around Angel, her shirt tugged up exposing her bra. Hickeys dotted around her stomach as he hands gripped into his hair. I didn't know what to do, run? Question them? Persecute them?

All I could do was cry, my eyes welled up with tears and my hand sloppily slapped around my mouth. Tyler swerved to me and he dropped Angel with ease. Angel regained her strength and stood up with a smirk behind Tyler, her hand balancing on her hip.

"Octavia!" He gasped as he hiked up his pants that were undone and previously being pulled down. My heart snapped as he said my name and realisation kicked in. My so called best friend was hooking up with the so called love if my life.

Tyler slowly started to come towards me but I held up a hand to reject him, "Don't." I whispered as tears freely fell down the cheeks of my face. Leaving holes in my heart and my soul fractured. Scratch that, my soul gone.

My feet picked up their pace as I ran frantically down the corridor, ditching my detention and the thought of school. My head crowded with thoughts and I couldn't contain the loud sobs that escaped my lips. My hair started to stick to my face and I held my heart in pain. It felt like nothing ever before, like I was having a heart attack.

My life was going fine until a few minutes ago, I was happy and smiling. Angel, someone who I cared for to the depths of the earth and back. Who I dated to call my sister and my other half. She cheated on me and when caught she had the audacity to give me smile that read. 'Yes I did that.'

Not that I realised it before but come to think of it now, Angel is stunning. Her eyes are like the deepest parts of the ocean and her ginger hair that wisps out in curls down her back surrounding her perfect face. Ivory pale skin and a slim body that sucks it in together. How could a guy not pounce at her on sight?

How was I going to breath again? A day without them was a year without air. I couldn't even bare the thought of living workout my best friend and my soul mate. To build up my life would be a mission. A mission impossible. I'm asking too many questions, trying to understand everything.

I looked around and realised that I was now five minutes away from my house, still running as fast as I could. My hands clutched over my face as I thought the unthinkable.

My body collided with something I slipped to the floor in pain and with the feeling of sadness. My emotional pain still hurting more than the slam of my body on the floor. I looked up and through the blurs of the salty water in my eyes I managed to make out a boy dressed in all black.

"Hey, are you ok?" He asked as he pulled my body up with ease. I nodded and started to walk away. When he softly grabbed my shoulders and pulled me back.

"What's wrong?" He started until I saw realisation hit his face. "Noctovio?" He questioned.

"It's Octavia." I whispered and he nodded as his eyes scanned my face which was probably covered with running mascara and tears. I struggled to meet his face as I looked down at the floor.

Eventually, my eyes met his face and I recognised who he was, Hunter Peters. The boy who had been expelled numerous times and bunked countless lessons. Who wasn't the typical 'bad boy' who just put on a leather jacket and pretended to be bad ass. Apparently he had stabbed his brother but his brother survived the wound which was crazy. The boy who was forced to stay behind school another year and was older and in a ruthless gang.

The boy who was asking me if I was ok.

"I know." He whispered back to me as he stared at me. Why did he keep doing that!?!

"I have to go." I chocked out as I remembered the reason why I crashed into him. The reason I could see that my future would be as bland as a white person chicken. I started to briskly walk away and this time I didn't receive a grab or pull back but instead distracted myself with the thought of Tyler.

I'm home soon and as soon as I get inside I hear my elder sister shout me a 'hello.' I live with her and have lived with her for four years, ever since my parents. Gah! Since my parents went up to God. She is four years my senior, I'm 18 and she is 22. I'm not sure how she managed to look after me from 18. Luckily she had just finished school (as I am going to in no more than three months) so she picked up a job in the local diner and worked herself to death. Words could not comprehend the love I have for her.

I drop my bag and coat to head towards the living room where I know she sits watching Vampire Diaries. I try to slow down my walking, scared of the reaction she will hit me with when I tell her.

"Ariyane," I mumble as her eyes flick towards me. She stands up instantly and walks over to me, embracing me in a tight hug and pulling me down towards the sofa. Her eyes flicker through my face trying to read my emotions and I stay silent.

"Toffee, what happened?" She asks as her hand rests on my face. Toffee was my nick name from her because when she was younger she couldn't pronounce Octavia so she needed up saying 'Tania' which somehow ended in toffee.

"Tyler," I started. My throat clogged up as I repeated his stupid name. "I saw him hooking up with Angel."

"Angel? As in your best friend and the only person you have ever trusted with anything?" Ariyane seethed angrily as she rested her head on her hands. All I could do was nod in return and sink deeper into her chest. All I really wanted was to sink so deep in her head that she couldn't get out again.

Nervously, I bit my lip waiting her response the situation. Hopefully she would believe me and have some hope for me to cling on to. How was I honestly going to patch myself up. The only thing that might mix my life right now is darkness, nothing. Just drowning in a hole in the ground.

"I have a plan." She started as she held my head, each hand on either side of her head. Her brown orbs staring intently into my own as she tried to persuade.

"What kind of plan would get me out of this?" I required. Anger bubbled up inside of me as I went through yet another stage of the process.

"I call it The Revenge Plan and sweetie it will pull you out of this darkness and trust me babe. You will survive." She nodded at me, trying to get me to odd back but I just stared down at the floor. All I really wanted was to eat a tub of Ben and Jerrys ice cream. Maybe gain ten pounds.

"What's the plan?" I ended up asking after a while, what was the point of trying to talk her out of it. You know what they say right. If you can't win, join 'em.

"Aha, bebe. Just wake up an hour and a half earlier than your usual hour." She scanned my face. "Two hours and a half will be plenty."