Chrystal's P.O.V

"Okay boys. How about we all head home and get our outfits ready. Change and head back here in about an hour. And please don't let your parents catch you." A guy says. I head out. I have no idea where I'm supposed to go.

One of the guys looks over at me. "Nathan, how about you just come over to my house. You still don't look all that good. You're about my size in cloths right?" he asks.

"Uh, yeah I guess." I have no idea what any of these guys names are. This sucks.

We walk down the road, hiding when a car drives by. Soon, we're at his house and in his room.

"Just pick out whatever you think is cool bro." He says and begins to take his shirt off. Are boys comfortable with changing cloths in front of each other? They must because he doesn't seem phased or anything. I look away. He has abs. I search through his drawers for something cool.

These jeans with holes in them looks cool. He puts on a white sleeveless shirt. What shirt should I wear? He puts on a plaid button-up shirt with different colors of blue, but leaves the front unbutton and rolls up the sleeves. Maybe just this plain black on. He unbutton his pants. How about this black and grey striped one. OH GOD HIS PANTS ARE OFF!!! Keep your cool Chrystal, keep your cool. Uh-uh striped shirt. Long-sleeved. Sounds good. Oh thank God he put on some pants. Shorts actually. Grey cargo shorts.

I quickly change into the pants I chose with all the holes in them. Oh God this is weird. I hesitantly take off my shirt. This feels so fucking weird! I take off the shirt and put on the black and grey striped long-sleeved shirt. That's a mouthful.

He tosses me something and a catch it quickly. I look at it. It's a condom. How many girls has Nathan had sex with? I shove it down into the back pocket and try to forget about it.

"You look good dude. We'll gussy up more at Cody's house." Name #1 figured out.

"Okay, that's cool." I reply.

"We better head back." The boy says.

Another awkward walk back of dodging cars. By the time we get back another hour has passed by. It's now 11:30.

I wonder if Nathan will show up at the party?

Nathan's P.O.V

What am I going to do. I realize I can't just stay in this bathroom forever. Someone is going to notice. Okay, it's in the middle of class. I should be able to sneak out of school.

Surprisingly, I get out easily. It was almost a breeze. I had one close call though, with a teacher, but that's it.

I almost panic when I realized I have to go to HER house, but luckily I remembered the way by staring out the bus window. I awkwardly head to her home, making sure no one sees me. I hesitantly open the door. No one's home. I head to her room and think of a plan. I have to go to that party. She could get really drunk and....... oh God who know's what'll happen. She's in a guy's body after all.

I shake the idea out of my mind. It's only 11 o'clock. maybe I'll sneak some food while I wait. I'm starving. Literally. I walk downstairs and go to the kitchen. I make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, careful to not use much stuff incase for some reason her mom sees the food gone and goes off on me/or her if we switch back by then.

I devour the sandwich. What a fucking great day. I switched into a potential loser's body, figured out she self-harm's, realized I might be one of the reason's she does, felt completely hopeless, and now I have to go to a party that I'm not invited to. If only she had a phone. Hmmm.

I go into what looks like her mother's room. I look around until I see a phone, lying awkwardly on a top shelf. Why would it be there? Just what I suspected. She got her phone taken away. How am I going to get it though? She's so short!

I climb onto the top of the sturdy dresser and reach. Still too short. I stand on my tip toes, almost got it. I touch it so it starts falling. I catch it, luckily, but almost fall off the dresser in the process. I run back to Chrystal's room. No lock, lucky me. I think for a second. Okay, there's no lock on mine. I look through the phone just to make sure it's her's.

After a quick look through her pictures I figure out it's her's. I also realized until last night night she hadn't hurt herself for about a month. What have a done?

I sit on her bed and hug her knees. So many things to be worried about. I stand up and clutch the phone tightly. One things for sure.....

I'm going to the party, and I'm going to look badass.