"Alex, dude, you don't look too good."

The blond boy just shrugged off the comment. You'd been missing for a week. Last he saw of you was when you left school with Adam. That bastard must've done something! It had been the only thing he could think about. His heart ached to see you. To make sure that you were okay!...to make sure that you were still alive.

"Alex, please report to the principal's office," the intercom buzzed.

He stood from his desk, and dragged himself out of the classroom. He already knew what it was about. They'd been taking in students for questioning. He pushed open the door, two policemen sitting on the other side.

"Alex Harrison?" One of them asked.

"Mhm," he hummed, sitting in the chair in front of them.

"So, as you know, two of your fellow classmates have gone missing. We've heard from many other kids that you were close friends with both of them."

"That's right officer."

"Okay, now, we'd like to ask some questions. When was the last time you saw them both?"

"Well, I saw them both leaving school a week ago-"

"Okay, and-"

"Adam had cheated on (y/n), so she broke up with him. He was pissed about it. She told me how he said he was going to hurt her if she told anyone. I know it was that ass who did something to her! He followed her home that day! I would've went with her, but I had to babysit my brother right after school. It's all my fault," Alex said, starting to break down.

One of the officers walked over to him, rubbing his shoulder.

"None of this is your fault son," the man said.

Alex clung to the officer, crying into his shirt.

"I could've saved her!" He exclaimed.

"Now only God knows where she is!"

There was a solemn silence after he spoke. He felt terrible. He should've told his mom he couldn't babysit after school. You'd still be here if it weren't for him.

"Well, Alex, we'd like to thank you. This is some new information we haven't heard yet. It'll help us on our lead. Please, don't be so harsh on yourself. None of this was your fault," first police officer said.

Alex just nodded before being dismissed. He walked out of the office, and went straight to the bathroom. He locked himself in one of the stalls, sitting on the ground, resting his back against the door.

Stupid stupid stupid piece of shit! This is all your fucking fault!

. . .

You sighed, squirming away from Lucas.

He had managed to coax you into his bedroom. You told him you'd sleep on the floor. He tried to make you get in the bed, but you refused. So after thirty minutes of peaceful sleep you felt a warm body press up against you. You sighed in defeat, knowing it was no use.

Which brings you to now.

"Lucas," you groaned, nudging him with your elbow.

"Get off me."

"S-sorry," you heard him say quietly.

He scooted away from you. Not by much, but good enough for you. Your eyes stared at the alarm clock on his dresser.

You sighed, sitting up. You were starving. You stood up from the floor, stopping once you caught a whiff of yourself.

"Holy shit," you muttered, feeling absolutely vile.

"W-what's the matter?"

"Do you have any spare clothes?" You asked.

Lucas was quiet for a moment before standing up as well. He walked over to his dresser, pulling out a large green t-shirt.

"H-here."

You grabbed it from him. You knew he had to have some of your clothing somewhere.

"Lucas," you said, catching his attention.

"I want some of my own clothes."

"I-I don't h-have any."

You raised your brows at him.

"I can tell you're lying."

"H-honest!" He exclaimed, eyes growing wide.

You just shook your head. There was no winning against him.

"I still need underwear."

His face grew bright red. You found an odd amusement in his uncomfortableness.

"Well...hurry."

He nodded, filing through his top drawer. He pulled out a pair of boxers that seemed just a bit too big. Oh well, it'll have to do.

"And pants?" You questioned.

He pretended not to hear you. You shut your eyes. This bitch was really gonna play like this, hmm?

"Lucas I need pants."

He just looked at you before looking down.

"I-I don't have a-any t-that'll fit y-you."

"That doesn't matter. I can make them work," you sighed.

You were trying to be patient. The last thing you wanted right now was to get on his nerves.

"Fine, never mind. I don't need any," you sighed, walking out of the room.

You walked down the hall, entering the bathroom. You began to shut the door behind you, but a hand stopped you from doing so.

"Y-you can't shut I-it a-all the way."

"I already told you I'm not gonna do anything. I promise," you sighed, leaning against the counter.

"H-how do I-I know?" He asked, a bit agitated.

You took a deep breath. How were you going to convince him you were being honest. To be fair, you had broken his trust...a lot, but your family's lives were in the line. You weren't going to risk it.

"Lucas, just trust me. Please."

He stayed quiet.

"If you let me close the door, I'll give you a ki-"

He closed the door. You didn't even have to finish your sentence.

"This bastard is insane," you whispered to yourself, setting the clothes on the counter by the sink.

You turned on the water, and began to strip down.

"Lucas, I swear to god, if you're peeking I'm gonna fucking kill myself," you said, slipping off your bra.

The light click of the door closing again caused you to cringe in disgust.

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Ah shit ...this book is gonna be long as fuck....

I have this whole book planned out already, and it's looooooooooooooooooooooooooong.