"Where the fuck were you bitch? I was worried." He screamed in my face, ending the sentence in a hushed whisper.

"I'm sorry, I just needed to get out of there. It was suffocating." I replied. He looked at me with sympathetic eyes and wrapped his strong arms around me.

"Hey, don't worry about it." Weston continued, hugging me. After we finished, I walked to my homeroom class. The door was wide open, I was greeted by a ginger haired woman, small brown freckles were scattered across her pale skin. She greeted me with a smile, exposing her pearly white teeth. She didn't know who I was due to my absence, I introduced myself and took a seat next to a tall Indian girl.

Homeroom passed by really fast, most of the class was spent on students completing unfinished work for other classes. I doodled on a blank piece of paper, bored out of my mind. Second and third periods were tedious.

By lunch time, I was sitting with Weston, Matteo, Myles, and Alexander. Weston told me they had a friend that recently came off of suspension and was coming back during lunch. I knew exactly which friend he was talking about.

Before I came back to the house, Max and I found out we went to the same school. We decided whenever he came back, we would play a prank on our friends. I'm not going to lie, I didn't fully forgive him for his years of torture. Can you blame me? Everyday at school he would torment me, his words embedded in my brain.

"Babe?" I heard a voice.

All part of the plan.

"Oh my goodness, Maximus is that you?" I acted, he came over to me and squeezed my torso with his arms. It took everything in me not to wince. I hugged him back even tighter.

"Maximus, really?" He whispered in my ear.

"Would you rather me use 'Maxi Pad', Maximus?" I sweetly whispered back. He immediately shook his head, begging me to stick to the horse from 'Tangled'. He kissed my cheek, I wanted to gag right there.

"What."

"The."

"Fuck."

"Sombra, how do you know this dickhead?" Weston pointed accusingly at Max.

"He's my boyfriend." I stated, beaming a proud smile at Max. This statement immediately caught the attention of Myles who has not taken his eyes off of his phone since he got to the table.

"What?" Weston glared.

"Spill the tea." Alexander squealed. We all stared at him in silence as he became very interested in the color of his shoes.

"When did 'this' happen?" Myles said putting quotes around 'this'. I looked at Max and he motioned for me to answer the question.

"4 months." I shrugged. Max paled, West's glare intensified.

"You're telling me you cheated on my sister." Weston gritted.

"What... pfft. No, of course not." Max muttered sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck.

Weston was about to lunge at him but Myles beat him to it who I didn't even realize stood up from his seat. I obnoxiously laughed, everyone threw me confused glances. Eventually, Max joined in on the laughter. His cheek was bright red, it must have been a hard ass punch because it was already turning a light shade of purple.

"Oh my- oh my gosh. That- that was hilarious." I struggled out through laughs. At this point, I was cackling on the ground, squirming.

"What is going on?" Matteo spoke for the first time.

"You think I'd date this imbecile, I thought you had more faith in me." I childishly pouted, still recovering from my laughing fit. I scrambled off the ground, dusting any dirt off my clothes.

I had forgotten that we were in the cafeteria. People watched with amused, confused, and envious looks. I took a look at my stepbrothers and they were all glaring at Max.

Weston lightly smacked my chest, letting out a relieved laugh.

"Ray, you scared the shit out of me. This idiot fucked Layla last week." West laughed.

"Are you okay, Ray?" Weston softly asked next to me. The pencil shaking in my hand as I try to make a line on the paper. I'm in an advanced art class but I haven't tried a serious drawing since Weston moved.

I had been trying to make a mark on this paper for the last two minutes but my hand wouldn't connect to the paper.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied. He gave me 'the look' and sighed.

"I can see right through you, what's wrong?" I didn't answer, he gripped the bottom of the pencil and guided my hand on the paper.

"Thanks, East."

"No problem, Sombra." He smiled at me. I quickly got the hang of it and made random designs on the page.

"Hey, I couldn't give you this the other day," he pulls out a small album. "Happy belated birthday." He smiled at me.

I slowly opened the black book, revealing all the pictures I have ever taken with Weston. I looked up with gratitude and he was already smiling at me.

"Thanks, West." I hugged him tightly.

"No problemo." He hugged me tighter.

"Attention class," Ms. Heather, the art teacher called. "I want you to represent something that means a lot to you on your paper. You can use pencil, colored pencil, paint, pastel, anything that shows your creative ability. Turn these in next Tuesday." The bell rang and the class slowly dispersed leaving only Blake, Weston and I. Blake was glaring at me from across the classroom while packing his stuff and Weston was still drawing with a red colored pencil.

Walking out of the classroom, I stumbled into the lockers, the scars on my back taking the impact. I glared at the force that pushed me into the locker. There stood a tall girl, a blue rubber band holding her brown, wavy hair above her head. A white t-shirt and blue basketball shorts that came slightly above her knees covered her athletic body.

"Hey, my name is Christian." She fake smiled at me, showcasing her teal braces and white rubber bands.

"Hey, I don't care." I gave her a similar smile. She kept smiling at me, her brown eyes piercing through me.

"So, what's your deal with the Browns'?" Her smile dropped quickly, exposing her true intentions of talking to me.

"None of your business." I shrugged, walking away. I felt a push to my side, my body crashing against the lockers again. I grunted in pain, louring at the girl in front. I was about to lunge at the bitch but she fell to the floor before I even touched her. She started crying in pain, holding her right knee. I turned to see a middle aged man storming his way over to us.

"Principal's office, now." He boomed, he pointed between both of us. Christian shot me a smug grin before limping behind the man. I followed behind until a black sphere caught my attention. A camera. Bingo!

I smirked at her, she furrowed her thick eyebrows in confusion but quickly hid it with a grin.

I sat down in the chair facing the principal.

"What were you two doing out of class?" I looked at the label on his desk, Hugh Jass. I stifled a laugh, looking back and forth between the principle and his name. He tried to look angry at me but it was obvious he was entertained. Christian huffed like a wolf, her musty breath spreading throughout the office.

"I was in the hallway, minding my own business when this bi- I mean witch pushed me." She scowled at me.

"Is that so?" He sarcastically questioned.

"YES." She screeched, her high pitched voice almost blowing my eardrums out.

"What is your part of the story?" He asked me.

"I was in the hallway minding my own business," I mocked her. "When she pushed me into the lockers, questioned me about my relations to the Brown brothers, and proceeded to fall to the floor, clutching her perfectly fine knee." He glanced between us.

"This is your last chance to tell the truth, both of you."

I shrugged and she smugly grinned.

"I guess I'll just have to check the cameras..." He trailed off. Christian visibly paled at this information.

He turned his computer screen around, showing the altercation in the hallway. I cackled at her falling on the floor, the principal struggled to hold his laugh in. Christain's face flushed in embarrassment, she focused her attention to the floor.

"Okay fine, I pushed her." She muttered.

"Oh really, I hadn't noticed. Lunch detention for a week, head to sixth period." She whined like a fucking baby, stomping out of the office.

"Thanks boss man." I say in a deep voice, holding my hand out for a handshake. He started laughing at me and left me hanging, I gave myself the handshake.

"You are something else kid. Here" He still laughed at me, handing me a pink slip of paper. "Go ahead to sixth period before it ends."

"Bye, Hugh." He playfully glared at me on my way out but waved.

As soon as I step out of the room, the bell echoes throughout the hallway. Welp.

"Hey, Rayland." Matteo walked to me.

"Oh hey, Matteo. What can I do for you?"

"Blake was looking for you in sixth period." I furrowed my eyebrows as he walked away.

A harsh grip on my wrist pulled me towards the school exit.

"What the fuck, Jayden?" I yanked my arm out of grip.

"You are in an assload of trouble when we get home." He smirked.

"What are you talking about?" I glared at him.

The ride from school was dead silent. Apparently, they had to drive me home if they didn't want to get in more trouble. When I walked in the room, I was greeted by three angry faces.

"Why did I get a call from Blake saying you weren't in sixth period?" Snitch.

"I don't know, why did you get a call from Blake?" I retorted. The three glared at me and the younger boys took this opportunity to sneak upstairs.

"Rayland." Paul warned.

"Iwasintheprincipal'soffice." I mumbled.

"Huh?" They question.

"I was in the principal's office." I said a little louder.

"Why?"

"Because this girl pushed me into the lockers."

"Are you okay?" Paul asked, concern lacing his voice. It's been a while since someone asked me if I was okay.

"Yeah, I'm good." I smiled.

"You're just going to believe her?" Linda yelled.

"Is there a reason not to believe her?" Paul challenged. Linda cowered and muttered a pathetic 'no'.

"Exactly, until she gives me a reason not to believe her, I will keep trusting her." I smiled and gave a smug look to Linda who scowled at me. Micheal had his head down in shame.

I dug in my black backpack and passed Paul the pink slip Hugh gave me.

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Sitting in my room, I was experimenting with my phone. A small body burst through my door and jumped on top of my bed.

"Hey, bud. How was school today?" He tensed at the question and lied straight through his teeth.

"It was good. Wait, let me show you what I got on my test." He quickly changed the subject. As he tried to run out of the room, I noticed a slight limp in his run. When he tried to put more pressure on his leg, he almost collapsed. I caught him before he made contact with the floor.

"Woah, are you okay?" He looked at me with tears in his eyes, that's when I saw it.

Somebody's gonna die today.

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