Fast Times At Clairemont High [Vic Fuentes]

[nineteen]

Y/ns pov. TW
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"Does this mean things can go back to normal?" He asked upset. How could I deny it. I had been a bitch and abandoned him for no good reason.
"Yeah... I'm just sorry." I apologised in hopes he would understand.
"It's fine, the past is in the past, let's start again yeah?" He asked
"Deal" I responded and chuckled.

Slowly he stared down dissapointedly at his bandaged arms. He frowned.
"Please tell me you weren't Actually going to do it..." I asked praying for a no.
"I..." He looked unsure "I wasn't." He said.
"Ok I'm glad. Never do that again." I said sternly... Deep down I knew he was lying. I knew that he had thought about it. I knew he was capable of doing things. Bad things.

I even knew about him doing these things to himself, month or so back I even spotted his razor on his nightstand. And I did nothing. I felt responsible. Immensely responsible. I had caused this, I left him alone with nobody for no reason. He was probably confused and clearly very distraught. But now I can be here to look after him.

"What do we do now?" He asked
"I guess I'll take you to the medical room, or something..." I asked
"Are you shitting me, all they will do is give me an icepack and call it a day... Plus I don't want to go back to the mental hospital." He said cowardly.
"Back? Oh well it doesn't matter" I brushed it off
"It's important we get you cleaned up though, your wounds might become infected as they are pretty deep..." I suggested.
"I guess" he frowned.

He was right though the school would either expell him or send him to a mental hospital. He wouldn't do well either way.
"Ok we can't have them know you hurt yourself. We can get yourself cleaned up if you get sent home, which we can arrange." I suggested.
"But for now... put on the school hoodie and say that you spilt red juice on the floor or something stupid like that." I laughed

"Ok but that is NOT gonna work... I guess I'll have to try though hah." He played along. I pulled him gently out of the room, there was a teacher waiting outside she looked bored and grumpy. Well, a student just tried to kill himself I didn't think the emotion of boredom plastered on her face was very fitting.

"Oh you're done now?" She looked tired and stood up from her current posture, of leaning on a wall.
"Well. Yeah" we didn't leave the toilet only to say we weren't done trying to get him to leave.
"Vic I'm going to have to take you to the medical room." She said boldly.
"Ugh. Why?" He laughed.
"Oh..." She said puzzled.
"I though you had..." She cut her self off.
"You thought I did what?" He asked
"Nevermind... You know I'm just going to send you home, because you're clearly not stable right now" Vic agreed and I walked him down to the medical room. The storage teacher made her way back to her lesson.

"Uhm Vic?" I asked
"Yeah?"
"This probably isn't the time. But I'm not sure what we can do now... My mum doesn't want me to ever talk to you again. I don't have your number anymore but, we can fix that... It's just that I'm not sure how to get away with it." I said sadly.

"Right... So a lot of things have changed ever since we last spoke. As a band we have been asked to go on a tour around... Asia and Europe. So of course this is more important than school work I get off of school for a moth or two. As this is my career now..." He said
"Omg that's great!!" I said enthusiastically.
"I was thinking... Maybeeeee. You wanna come with me?" He asked worriedly.

"You're joking right..." I snickered
"No... I'm- I'm not hahah..."he replied.
"Oh my god... Yeah I'd love too!" I shouted a bit too loud  down the silent corridors.
"Hushhhh" he said "keep it down we are gonna disturb everyone."
"Oh yeah shit...Vic id really love too. But how on EARTH do I get away with that." I asked.
"That's a very good question. We can arrange it with the school IF you have a main roll in touring right?" He asked.
"Yeah... But I don't" there was the problem. But by the time I said that we had made it to the end of the building and I dropped him off and promised to meet him in the work after school.

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In English class, the only thing that my friends could seem to talk about was the incident with Vic. God knows how the words spread that fast. But somehow it did.

"Did you guys hear how that kid Vic tried to kill himself in the bathrooms today??" Some random girl snickered.
"Wait who is Vic?" Some boy said
"Ya know that really lonely kid in the other English class..."
"Shut up isn't y/n friends with him?" He asked
"No they fell out or something..."she replied with.
I rolled my eyes in pure idiocy of these people. It made me angry, knowing they were talking bad about him. It made me mad that I used to do the same...

"You know what I heard?" A boy from behind me leaned across me to get in on the conversation. I wish they would just shut up it was none of their business.
"I heard there was a whole medical team that had to rush in and save him as he was only moment away from death." He continued.
"Oh no that's not what happened, I heard that he tried hanging himself" another girl chimed in.
"That's not what happened." I muttered.
"Huh?" On of them asked.
I raised my voice.
"That's not what happened?!" I began to yell.
"Um.. how would you know what really happened." One of them asked ignorantly.
"It's not any of your business. Just leave him alone?!" I shouted.

"Woah woah.. calm down girl." The boy on my right said.
"Don't know why he didn't just go through with it." One of the boys said and they all began to laugh.

I had enough. I'm tired of people treating him wrong. I realise that I was a main part in this, but I could change things at least. Dramatically, I stood up and pushed my desk onto the floor. I grabbed the boy on my right who said that by his shirt collar and yelled at him.

"Don't you dare EVER fucking say that about Vic you're a fucked up piece of trash. You have NO IDEA what he's gone through. You don't know the story." I pushed him down on the ground. I was just so upset and angry that I couldn't contain myself.
"You know what... FUCK YOU." I screamed at him. He looked shocked lying on the floor. Quickly I scooped up my bag in my hands and made my way out of the class room.
"Hey y/n come BACK NOW" I heard my English teacher screech as she came running after me. The whole class was dead silent. And I slammed the door of the classroom shut.

Flustered, I locked the door of the classroom from the outside which have me a few minutes to run away from my teacher. She looked confused and ran back to get her keys. I didn't want to think about what was happening in the class room so I sprinted down the hallways and out of the building. I ran through the carpark. My body fuelled by adrenaline. I was petrified but I had to get out.

Sprinting along the pavement. I looked back at the school, it was silent, nobody was following me. I prayed they didn't notice. I had no choice but to just purely walk home. It was the last lesson of the day so, my parents wouldn't be too confused if I came home a few minutes early.

I was super upset and puzzled so I walked across the street to the local chip shop and ordered some chips. It was only £2.40 and they are really quick at making chips so that was my go to shop.
"Salt and vinegar?" The young girl asked.
"Yes please" I responded. I was worried they might ask me why I was out of school early, but then I realised they probably didn't give a shit.
I handed them my cash and walked out the door, clutching the bag of chips wrapped in my hand.

I walked a bit further down the road and sat in an empty bench to eat my chips. I sat looking out onto a car park.
"I literally live off these chips... How am I not dead yet?" I muttered to myself. Quickly, I realised I was unknowingly distracting myself from the real dilemma here. My mind was jumbled up so I took a moment to note down in my mind what I need to sort out.

"Ok right y/n. First of all we have to stop running away from school... When something bad happens you don't just run away?" I said out loud to myself and quickly became conscious of the people around me.

I thought to myself.
I also need to just tell my mum I'm old enough to do what I want and that I will hang out with Vic if I want to.

By the time I had finished worrying and eating my chips it was around 3.20 so I decided to just walk straight home...