Now its my turn.

Shane's POV

She had a story too? This is about to get interesting. I was still whimpering about telling her about me, but I knew that the look in her face when we got beat up looked like a "here we go again" look.

"It started at a young age. My friends parents had already been divorced and she seemed to get along with it just fine. But I thought my parents would be like Romeo and Juliet. Together forever. But at around 8 years old, my parents would get into little arguments. As years went by, the arguments turned into fights. On nights when my dad would leave, I could smell smoke coming from my parents bedroom. The next morning he would be on the couch. He would say that mommy and I just had a disagreement. But I knew more than they thought. Then, at around age 13, My dad and mom became constant alcoholics. Then every week, one of them would take their anger out on my brother and I. He would try to stand up to them, but that made his punishment worse. Once my brother turned 18, he moved out and came here to live in LA. Leaving me home with them. So the beating became worse. Cutting was a good way out of reality for 2 or 3 hours. My brother would call every night to check up on me. Not one night did he not text me or message me through Myspace." (Look at how far back this is taking place. FUCKING MYSPACE!!) " A few months ago, the neighbors , who were also my friends Chelsea and Cadence, called the police because I had called in the middle of a fight, asking if I could spend the night. They did me one better. After a while, I heard sirens and cars pulling into our driveway. I heard a knock on my window, Chelsea calmed me in her open arms. The police asked me questions like how long has this been going on or how bad the beatings were. My parents were arrested a few days later for child abuse. The police asked me if I wanted to live in a foster home up their or to move into the same town as my brother. I chose to move here and now I'm happier than ever."

Poor Taylor, this is terrible. We both have had a really bad childhood. "Well I mean, we both have gone through abuse, we have a lot to talk about."

"Yeah. Wait what time is it?" She pulled out her little slide phone an checked the time. "11:45. Isn't 4th period going on right now?"

"Yeah but do we REALLY have to go?"

"Wow Shane ya lazy ass."

"Please can't we just sit here and wait out the period? We can say we went out for lunch and didn't get back for a while."

"Okay fine. Want some chips?" She handed me a small handful of pringles and I gladly took them since I didn't finish my lunch.

Taylor's POV

I handed Shane a small stack of pringles and he took them. I still saw his probably really cold lunch and it looked like it was barely touched, sitting on a now empty table. He ate them pretty fast, like I said, barely any lunch looked to be gone. For what felt like forever only it was actually three minutes, we sat their only able to hear the sound of us breathing and the crunch of the chips. We finished our lunch and walked around the campus of my new school and he gave me a tour. He looked at my schedule and we found out we have now four out if seven classes together. Cool I will have someone to hang out with and not feel alone. But even though we are only considered "Hang out buddies", I really wanted us to hang out more, become even friends, BEST friends probably. But that will take time. For now, we can be just, friends.

"Taylor?"

I guess he was talking to me. "Huh? What? Sorry, I was thinking."

"I said do you maybe wanna hang out later?"

"Oh yeah sure! Sounds cool. Here, give me your phone number." We traded digits and imput them both into our phones. We even took profile pictures. We heard the bell ring and we got up from our spot under the tree.

"Hey why did those kids start beating you up anyways?" We were walking towards our next class.

"I don't know to tell you the truth. Honestly, I was sitting their, eating my sandwich and they said they were looking for 'fresh bait.' But like I told you, it wasn't the first time."

"It shouldn't have been. Not for you at least."Shane was being so sweet. Only cause he knew exactly what I was going through. If you think about it, we sort of went though it together. "You know what?" I looked at him in question. "I feel like a brick has been lifted off my shoulder telling you about my childhood and how, oh, I don't know, fucked up it was."

"Same! It feels amazing, like a dark cloud is just, gone. You know?"

"Exactly." We walked into our science class and took our seats next to each other. We figured we should since we were really starting to connect as friends. The day passed by super fast. Turns out our last class together is Physical Education. And let me just say, that was hella funny to watch Shane doing jumping jacks in his way to bug for him shorts. They kept falling and he was jumping with one arm and the other was holding up his pants. He eventually got me back and pulled out my ponytail I had put in for P.E while we were running and my hair went everywhere. I couldn't see and I fell. He got a good laugh out of that. It was finally 2:45 and it was sadly time to go.