Chrystal's P.O.V

   We arrive at what I think is the boy's house. I sit on the couch and hope that this slight buzz I have wears off soon. I must have a low alcohol tolerance or something.

   "Alright boys, you know the drill. Text everyone. This party is going to be sick!" The boy in whom's house we are in says.

   The boys all hoot and start to walk in different directions, probably to go start getting everything ready.

   Why does it have to be Friday?

   Two boys come over and move the coffee table in front of the couch I'm sitting on. The move it and push it so it's against the wall. I look around and take in my surroundings. Pretty big house.

   One looks over at me.

   "Nathan, you don't look too good. Why don't you get up and walk a bit."

   That's probably a good idea. I nod, and begin to walk around. I make it into the kitchen and find... one of the boys cleaning up. Like, with cleaner and everything. These guys must want everything to be perfect for this party. I peak into the downstairs bathroom, and see another boy doing the same thing.

   There's a couple other rooms that have either been cleaned already, or are in the process of being cleaned. I head upstairs.

   The upstairs bathroom is being cleaned as well. There's three guest rooms. All with the bedding already taken off and folded neatly in the corner. I'm curious. I walk into one and look in the top drawer of a bedside table. To my disgust, it has condoms.

   I'm just going to assume that's what's in the rest of them.

   Okay, I think I can think a little clearer now. I head back downstairs. I'm shocked to find it's already 10. School started at 8. I wonder how Nathan is doing.

Nathan's P.O.V

   I'm lying against the wall in the bathroom. This can't be happening. Oh shit! This is the weekend Cody's folks are out of town. The party! They probably already dragged her to Cody's house, we all agreed to ditch school today. I'm going to have to go to that party, whether I'm invited or not.

   I glance at the paper. First period she has Art. I'm no good at art. Maybe I'll just chill in here until school is over. Nothing much I can do without ruining her grades in the process.

   Being all alone, I have time to think. So, Chrystal's abused at home? I never really thought she might have a hard life. Is that why she cuts? Could there be other reasons?

   Could....... could I be one of the reasons she, cuts.

   My breakfast turns in my stomach and I lean over the toilet and vomit. Well, there goes probably the only thing she's eaten in days. I feel my stomach growl and curl up into the corner.I don't care how dirty this floor my be. It sure looks cleaner than the boy's bathroom.

   I have to eat something. Maybe I'll come out at lunch. What am I going to do? I can't just sit here all day.

   The bell rings. There goes first period. I glance down at the paper again. Science. Oh yeah, the one that I have with Chrystal.......

   I remember what I did to her. I feel like such a dick. Just get through today, you and Chrystal can figure this out during the weekend. You can't help her if you're stuck in her body.