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Chapter 25

Jace's pov
I walked into the school doors. It's been two weeks. I saw Sam with his group of friends, Shane, Keira, and Amy talking to each other, and all the other people in the school with their friends. I, did not want to hang out with people... Well I did but I decided not to. I walked up stairs to my locker with my headphones on.

"Jace!" I heard Shane yelled behind me

I ignored him and kept walking. I really just wanted to be alone. If I had no friends or anybody I was close to, nobody will be able to hurt me. If nobody can hurt me then I don't have to worry about anyone leaving me. As I approached my locker I saw all the lovely fucking words carved into it. Faggot! Worthless. Kill yourself. Gay fag. Racesa, her, she, FEMALE. There was a lot more but I was to lazy to read it. I grabbed my things and went to class.

"Fag!" Someone yelled from the back of the room

I ignored them and continued to my seat.

~Time skip to lunch!~

I walked over to a table away from everyone else with my tray. The same place I always sit. It had most of the same words written on it that are on my locker. Then Shane walked over.

"Hey, what's wrong."

"Nothing." I told him coldly

"Something's wrong." He said

"I'm fine." I said starting to get annoyed

"Jace. Something's wrong." He said

"Nothing is wrong, okay!" I said raising my voice a little

"Fine, don't tell me." He said pissed off

I sat there more so playing with my food more than eating it. At some point Amy and Keira came over and sat down as well. I wasn't listening. I felt so exhausted. I needed to cut. I took my tray over and ran back to dig through my bag. Nothing. I started to panick checking all the pockets. Nothing. Shit. I dug into the bottom again and still found no blade.

"God damn it!" I said out loud without relising it

"What?" Amy asked

"Jace what's wrong?" Shane asked

I didn't answer them. You worthless fuck. How do you not have a god damn blade in your fucking bag!? Weak ass peice of shit! I could feel a panick attack coming. I tried to stand up, only to fall back down again. Then Shane went to get the guidance counselor. I was trying to focus on my breathing. I started scratching at my arm. Next thing I'm at home. My old home. With Mike. I shook my head trying to get away. There he was. Not just his voice. It was him. It's been so long since I've seen him. Like actually seen him up close. I was shaken out of my thoughts by Sean's voice.

"Jace? Look at me bud." Sean said looking concerned

I looked at him feeling tears well in my eyes.

"You blacked out for a few minutes. What did you see?" He asked

"Mike. I actually saw him. Not just heard his voice. I saw him." I said shaking

"Okay, okay. Take a deep breath. He's not here. It's just me." Sean said

"Where's Mark?" I asked

"Working. Liam will be over later. Do you wanna head home?" Sean asked

"Y-yah." I said

And with that we left. I was very overwhelmed and just couldn't wait to get home. We walked in the front door and I went to my bed room. I layed down on my bed and started watching YouTube on my phone. Soon I fell asleep.

{Lez time of ze skip}

I was walking through the school doors when I automatically saw this new guy, sitting all by himself in the corner. He looked pretty damn bored. He's hot though. Way outta my league. But maybe we could be friends? I thought walking towards him.

"Hey man, I'm Jace." I said feeling confident (no we did not meet this way. We didn't even learn each other's names until almost an hour after talking lmfao)

"Hey, I'm Ethan." He said smiling

"So, where yah from?" I asked

"Canada. You from around here?" He asked

"Nah, I'm adopted. I'm from Nova Scotia originally." I said

"Same man. You're Jack and Marks kid, right?" He asked

"That's me." I told him

"Sick man. How've you been, after the whole.....?" Ethan asked trailing off

"After the whole suicide attempt. Fine I guess." I told him

"Cool. What class are you in?" He asked

"9F." I said

"Hey man, me too!" He said excited

"Do you have your locker and shit yet?" I asked

"Yah, got it this morning. Wanna head up?" He asked

"Yah sure." I said smiling

We got up and walked up stairs. When we got to my locker I swear Ethan was going to cry.

"What the hell?" He asked

"Yah. You might not wanna be seen around me to much." I said feeling like crap

"No, this isn't going to stop me." He said looking at my locker

I got my stuff and walked into class. Ethan sat next to me even though I told him not to. Then Tristan and his gang came over.

"Well hello fag." Tristan spat. "And who's this, a new fag in the school?"

"I have a girlfriend." Ethan said

"Shut up. You're a friend of this fag so you're a good damn fag!" Tristan yelled. "I didn't see you by the lockers today fag."

"Okay?" I asked tired of his shit

"Why are you such a dick?" Ethan asked before I had a chance to stop him

Tristan slapped him. Fucking bastard.

"Don't you fockin touch him ye bastard!" I yelled

"What, did you just call me?!" Tristan yelled

"I called ye a good damn bastard!" I yelled

Tristan slapped me. Mother fockin bastard. I jumped up and punched him in the arm. He looked terrified but hit me again. I grabbed the back of his shirt, slammed his face into the table, and pulled his arm up behind his back.

"Don't ye fockin ever do t'at again ye good damn fock!" I yelled as the teacher walked in

I let go of his arm and looked at the tears in his eyes. The whole class looked at me, dumbfounded. The teacher took one look at the situation and ignored the fact that it even happened other than telling me "Good job".

"Are you okay Eth?" I asked concerned

"Yah, I'm fine. Where did you learn to fight like that?" He asked

"I'm not really sure." I said grabbing some paper towel to clean up the blood. "I just do it I guess."