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love you lots <3

moving on!

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The street lights were already glowing overhead by the time Travis reached the porch of his house. After struggling for at least twenty times, he managed to open the zip of his bag halfway, and pulled out the spare key. Biting his lip from the searing pain in his knee, he opened the door. But his legs gave out before he could move any further. With a hard thud, he fell flat on the wooden floor, his mouth opening in a silent scream.

The joint in his knee hurt so much. It felt as if it came off. And Scar knew it. That's why he gestured Zach to hit that place over and over again. He bit his lips hard enough to draw blood, and tried to stop crying.

Moving his body, he clambered up the stairs to his room, and gave his weight on his left leg and his hands to pull him up in the bed. His hands clenched around the sheets, as he felt the pain course through his body. For once, he is glad that mom wasn't home yet, and will not be back before four in the morning. And there's no way he's going to tell anything to her. She is already doing so much to keep this broken family going.

Travis turned to the other side, facing the window and sure enough, the lights of the window of the house just across his were still on. Well, Scar said that he's having his friend over after all. Yes, of all the people in that small town, Scar lives right beside him. And that thought alone stimulates a bile formation in his throat.

A sudden surge of anger courses through his body as he looked over to his house. He grabbed the closest bundle of papers near him and started writing.

Asshole.

Inhuman.

Fucktard.

Shit.

I hate you.

And many other words that flowed through his pen, mirroring the blizzard inside his mind. He crumpled the papers and with one last squeeze, threw one of the balls straight towards the glass window. The crumpled material hit the glass slide with a faint sound, but an audible one.

He threw another, then another. On the fifth one hitting the screen, a pair of eyes piped up through the glass, the same blue ones which stared into his eyes with a burning hatred. His eyes narrowed into slits, staring into the honey coloured ones, his blue eyes burning holes on his body.

He didn't respond, or show any kind of interest or made any effort to call anyone. He opened the slide, his face wearing a look which said, "Do it now if you dare." And dare he did, Travis threw at least another ten paper balls before harshly closing the slide of his window. 

He breaks down into tears again, a paper ball still in his closed fist, as he crushed the thin material between his fingers. He just hopes that by the time his mother reaches home, the marks on his face will be gone.

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Scar lets out a snigger watching the paper balls littered all around his room. His friends left not too long ago, but they sure did make a mess out his room before leaving. He gathers up the crumpled papers and opens one of them, flattening it to decipher what was written. The roughly scribbled 'Asshole' had him laughing loudly, as he glances at the word over and over again. He crushes it again, and tossed it into the trash can standing in one corner of his room.

He doesn't have quite that great liking to beat the mute boy, but it's just so fun. Well, he has never taken any initiative of hitting him himself, but it's so much fun to watch how he cries when his friends beat the hell out of him. He grins widely, remembering what his friends did to him today. And he wasn't even protesting, just opening and closing his mouth like a sick fish. Yes, he knew that Travis hurt his leg when he pushed him in the morning, and that's exactly why he told Zach to kick him on his right knee. The pained look on his face was priceless. Shit, people like him should just die, he thinks, giving a glance to the window across him.

After three hours, Scar plops down on his bed, panting, running a hand through his hair, swiping it back. "Finally," he whispers, looking at the now clean room. With a satisfied grin, he takes his phone from the table and unlocks it. The screen read "you've got 16 notifications." Scar clicks on it, and sixteen texts from his friends in their group saying something about a party pops up on his screen.

Aaron: guess what happened?

Zach: what?

Aaron: guess guess

Zach: just spill it you shit

Aaron: okay okay

Aaron: Sasha invited me to his partyyyyyy he said I can bring my friends

Zach: you're lying

Aaron: I'm not seriously

Zach: I don't trust you

Aaron: Fine, look here you fucktard
*attachment*

Zach: shit you weren't kidding

Aaron: uh huh

Sasha. A senior who throws legendary parties. Everyone knew him and everyone were desperate to be a part of one his parties. But Sasha invited only the ones he wanted. And no one else. There were everything. Drinks of god knows how many types, dancing floor, slutty girls spreading their legs for anyone, separate rooms if you wanna have fun, and the best thing is no one will leave alone, without getting drunk. They had the best euphoric feeling, and the worst hangovers. Scar will be lying if he said that he doesn't want to go to one of Sasha's parties. With anticipation, he read on.

Zach: hey Scar

Aaron: Scar

Zach: you coming?

Aaron: Scaaaaaar

Of course. There's no way he'll miss this chance. He started typing,

Scar: hell yes

Aaron: heyyy

Zach: Fine then, I'll pick you guys up on Friday.

Aaron: aaa thanks love you man no homo tho

Scar laughs at the choice of words. Of course, no one's a fag in his circle of friends. They all liked cute girls and big boobs.

Zach: fuck off

Scar closes his phone, thinking about the upcoming party. Oh he's going to have fun, definitely.

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I'm sorry for the short chapter ;-;
but I'll be quick in updating though, because as I mentioned before, this'll be a short story and I want to complete this before finals :'3

how's it?