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Jordan POV

"Hey, I thought you weren't drinking? Stop chugging the bottle, Fee!" I reprimanded Fiona who suddenly grabbed the bottle of tequila out of my hand and started gulping it until it was half-empty.

She then took the mouth of the bottle off her lips, now swaying slightly.

She giggled and said in a slurred voice, "Woah, I see.. One... Two... Three Jordans! Why is there so many of him?"

I sighed, annoyed at her. She was supposed to be the designated driver, while I was supposed to be the one to be wasted.

I shook my head at her, watching her mood suddenly drop. She said, pouting, "I don't want five Jordans, though. I want lots and lots of Sunshines!"

I looked at her with a confused look this time. Sunshines???

"What do you mean, Fee?" I asked her while opting to bring her drunk ass either upstairs or to a random couch in the living room.

"You don't know Sunshine?" I shook my head. "Engk! Wrong answer. Sunshine is your new bestie."

"I don't understand a thing that you're saying, Fee."

She gave me a lopsided and very drunk grin, "Sunshine has black hair and really pretty silver eyes. He also has these cutsie circle glasses that are cutsie woozie."

Wait up, hold up, back up.

Did she just define Rayver?!

"Fiona?" I said to call her attention, earning a dazed hum. "Do you... Do you have a crush on Rayver? As in, our Rayver Cruise?!"

To my shock, she put her hands up to my face, scrunching up my nose with her palms. Was she planning to shut me up?

"Shush!" Yes, yes she was. "You can't let Sunshine hear you. It is a number one mega top secret!"

I looked into her eyes —which were glaring at me—and saw that in her drunken haze, she had a glint in them that said that she was telling the truth.

Not that a confession would be very hard to believe.

I opened my mouth to say something, but then I saw that her eyes were drooping close. And fast. So as quick as I could, I dived to her, just in time that she passed out from the liquid she had inhaled.

I shook my head even though she couldn't see me.

Oh, my poor sister from another mother.

I don't know which I pity her even more. The fact that she passed out, or that the guy she liked was into someone else.

That someone being the very person that Rayver had left with a few minutes ago.

After a lot of mental debate against my choices, I carried Fiona outside to Miley's car that we used to get here.

I turned on the AC and laid her in the backseat of the car, which was a grey 2014 Dodge Durango.

After making sure that she would be comfortable, I headed back to the party, trying to locate Rayver.

As I was inside, I noticed that the people in the house were significantly lesser than before. I wonder where everyone is.

As if listening to my thought, I heard a loud noise that sounded a whole lot like laughter coming from the backyard, urging me to go there.

So I did.

I went out and saw that people were laughing and pointing at something, or someone. Others even had their phones out to record whatever was going on.

I rolled my eyes.

These people literally have no lives. Always picking on others that are lower than them.

I tried to look around the crowd, trying to spot any of my friends. Not that it worked even with my height.

Eventually, curiosity got ahold of me, so I pressed myself among the crowd, trying to get a better view of what was in the middle.

When I did see it, I hoped that I got there sooner.

There, in the middle of the pool was someone flailing their arms, trying to not drown. All the while everyone else was just laughing at the poor guy.

I squinted my eyes, looking at the guy. Why was his hair colour so familiar? I then noticed that he was wearing a navy blue shirt which was, again, oddly familiar.

Huh, his hair and clothes look the same to... To...

My eyes widened at the realization of the cause as to why whoever this was looked so goddamn familiar.

Without wasting another second, I jumped in, not caring the slightest that I had gotten myself wet as well.

Grabbing one of his still-flailing arms, I dragged his feet to the shallow part of the pool, ignoring the remaining snickers of the crowd around us.

Once we were out of the pool and sitting on the grass, I and Rayver were already panting heavily.

A pair of boot-covered feet stepped into our line of vision, as we were keeping our heads down.

We both looked up at the same time to see the face of the she-devil who was smirking victoriously like she had achieved her goal.

Which I don't doubt she did.

A scoff escaped Blair's lips, "You really think that I would go for someone like you?" She started eyeing Rayver up and down with a heavily-disgusted face, "Please. I mean, look at me, then look at you. Don't get your hopes up, nerd."

She spat out the last word as glared heavily at Rayver, and then sinned on her heels and strutted out of our line of sight.

I turned to look at Rayver. His hair that was usually naturally styled upwards had now gotten wet, causing it to cover most of his face.

Which meant that I had no idea how he looked, but I'm sure it wouldn't be something positive.

I then noticed that his broken glasses were nowhere to be seen.

I'm honestly still shocked that he had kept those even if only one of them was working well enough.

Looking around for them, my gaze fell on the bottom of the pool's clear water. It looked like those glasses could no longer be available, sadly.

Thankfully, the crowd had begun to mind their own business again and party, except for a few occasional glances and snickers on our way.

Not saying a word that I know wouldn't be able to help, I wordlessly helped Rayver stand up, our skins and clothes wet to the core.

Wait, that sounded wrong.

Ack, not the damn time!

With his arm over my shoulder, I started to look for a way out that wouldn't cause attention.

Seeing the gate beside the house that I saw earlier on that would probably lead outside, I led us both to it, lucky that it was unlocked.

Still not a single word said, we arrived at the car, me putting him at the passenger seat and turning the heat up.

Unfortunately, this caused Fiona to stir in her sleep. Not that I worried, though. That girl can sleep through a zombie apocalypse.

I then closed the door and ran back inside in hopes to find my favourite lesbian couple to be easily seen.

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Good news, and bad news.

The good news is that it didn't take long to find them.

The bad news is that I found them in a bathroom.

And before all those dirty minds get activated, they weren't doing anything... Sexual. Dirty, but not about intercourse.

Oh, no. I'd rather see them banging each other than see Miley puking her guts out to the toilet.

That's not all; Natasha meanwhile was also throwing up, but she was in the sink.

I cringed at the sight. "Okay, first, ew. Second, come on, girls. Time to head home."

I didn't wait back just to see them protest against me. The sooner I drop them at their places, the better.

As we got to the car, I retold the happenings while they were busy. I am just wishing that they understood what I'm saying through their drunken states.

When they climbed into the furthest seats in the back, I checked up on Fiona. Still passed out.

Next was Rayver.

"Hey, man. You good?" I asked him, raising my eyebrows.

He nodded but was still in a daze, and his head was cast down, making it still hard for me to see him better. Well, to see his expression better.

I decided that it would be much better if I dropped him off at his place first. Seems like he could use calmness.

I asked him his address and he gave it to me. After that, I drove out of the party and to his house.

Now that I think of it, why haven't I ever been to his place?

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My jaw dropped.

This is his house?!

This is not a house. This is a fucking mansion!

I stopped the car right in front of the door and turned my head to face Rayver. "Dude, do you... Want me to take you in? Your glasses..." I ask hesitantly.

He shook his head in response and muttered a 'thanks' before getting out. I watched him as he went in, his head hung low and water slowly dripping down his clothes.

I shook my head in pity for my friend. No one deserves to be embarrassed like that.

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THIRD PERSON POV

{A/N: I don't know why some authors make trigger warnings, but, I'm doing it too.

Trigger Warning! Mentions of self-harm.}

His wet shoes squeaked against the marble tiles, water slowly dropping wherever his feet took him, making a trail.

Any other day he would be panicking, but now he wasn't. He couldn't.

You would think that the voices would have shut up by now, but no. They were louder than ever.

One voice was unfortunately louder than the other.

Once he got to his room, which he subconsciously did considering his glasses were gone, he stood there, just listening to that one voice.

The other voice was trying to get to him, but due to this night's events, he could only entertain one of them.

Not bothering to change or even take his shoes off, he walked into his ensuite bathroom and searched inside the cabinets under the sink for something.

And at last, he found it.

A blade.

Since free was wearing a shirt, access to his wrists would be easier.

Do it. Cut yourself. Actually, even better if you end your life. You're worthless anyway. No one would miss you.

He stared and scrutinized the sharp blade.

No. Don't do it. Look around you, there are people who CARE for you!

He carefully put a finger above the sharp edge of the blade, testing its sharpness.

And who, exactly, would care for YOU?? No one! That's who. Nobody would even notice when something is wrong about you. Heck, they'd celebrate, even! Yay, a lousy being has been terminated.

He slowly lowered the blade and put it atop the skin on his wrist.

No! Stop! Don't do this! You are better than that! You have people who care for you, need you, and want you there!

Come on! Just do it already! Just one swipe and then, there! A slice! Exactly what you deserve, you worthless being.

Just as he was about to do it, something the second voice said stopped him in his tracks.

You have someone who LOVES you!

And just like that, the dam broke.

He threw the blade far to the corner of the bathroom, sobbing and yelling loudly. He was beating his chest because of how much it hurt crying.

Ever since he was ten, his tears had magically stopped flowing. Not once had he shed a tear.

So why did one word, one word, cause his heart to open up again?

He sobbed and cried his life.

He cried because he was left as a child.

He cried because he was teased and bullied.

He cried because he didn't get to see his father as he grew up.

He cried because while he was in a poor orphanage, his family was living a lavish lifestyle.

He cried because he was humiliated by the girl he liked.

He cried because his sister hated him.

Also, not only because of those he cried.

He cried because he missed the old lady that raised him.

He cried because he finally found his family.

He cried because he finally had some friends.

He cried because he has people who love him.

And he cried.

He cried because he was happy. He was happy that he didn't succumb to the voice. The voice that told him to cut.

Just that there meant that he was strong. Strong enough to resist the temptation.

And he didn't know it then, but someday, someone will love him so, so much that they would give their life for him.

Because he is someone worthy of love.

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{A/N: Hey Cagna!

I'm not crying. You're crying!

So, how was this chapter? Hope ya'll liked it.

I just wanna say this, it's SO hard making a guy's point of view. Like, WHYYYY. I DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW MEN THINK!

Hopefully, it's up to your tastes.

Nect chapter is in Reg's POV.

See ya'll later shmater!

From Me To You,
Z}