I am excited about this one.

Why? 

It's about Scott.;)

YAAAAAYYY

This chapter will be somewhat graphic and triggering so read with caution.

I'm warning you.

When Scott was in seventh grade, he just wanted to be a cool kid.

He was nerdy, tall, lanky, and awkward, not necessarily what everyone considered a cool kid. He wore glasses and sweaters that were too big for him, which made him look adorable in his mom and sisters' perspectives, but nobody else thought that Scott Richard Hoying in big sweaters was cute.

They thought it was dorky, bully-worthy if you will.

Scott was tormented everyday because of what he wore and did and dreaded going to school everyday to the point were he faked illnesses so he wouldn't get picked on. This continued on for a month until Kirstie Maldonado got involved.

A.K.A the most popular girl in school.

Kirstie is everyone's dream girl. Every girl in that school questioned their sexual orientations while every boy asked her out and gave her flowers and cute presents whenever they saw her. She is cheer captain of the junior squad and the lead vocalist of her choir club.

Who wouldn't like her?

Scott was surprised when the small brunette walked up to him, shyly glancing up at her when she talked in her usually high and loud voice. He remembered her words exactly:

"Hey, Skyler. Do you not want to be a loser anymore and be friends with me? We'll be the best of friends."

Of course, Scott had to correct Kirstie about his name for over a month until she finally got it right and he was honored to be her friend. After that, he pretty much went through a makeover.

One similar to Mia from Princess Diaries.

His glasses were replaced with contacts, his sweaters with cool t-shirts, his shaggy hair with spiky hair, and his once shy persona turned into one of someone who was confident and didn't care about anything that wasnot important to him. He did everything Kirstie told him to do.

Especially when it came to drugs.

Kirstie introduced him to majijuana right away and he was hooked instantly, making sure to go to her house to get what he wanted. As the months wore on, he was introduced to heroine and cocaine and he loved them so much.

Nothing compared to the happiness he had when he did drugs. He loved it so much.

Until he heard the first voice.

It began to talk when Scott was in math.

He was just working on integers and whatever when it spoke, making him jump in his seat.

"Kiiiirrrssssttttiiieee haaaaatttteeesss yooooou."

Scott tried his best to ignore it, he really did.

But it came back stronger every time. He wanted to break down into tears whenever he heard it. He did more drugs to ignore it, but it brought its friends. He named them all.

The voice that was childish was named Kylie.

The elderly voice Pam.

The manly voice Paul.

And the first voice?

Kirstie.

The voice just sounded like her and it taunted Scott all the time. It wasn't until the summer before eighth grade when Connie and Rick found out that their son wasn't okay. They found out in the most terrifying way ever.

They found their poor baby boy with self-inflicted scratches over his eyes, the blood mixed with the salty tears streaming down his face as screamed at whatever was in front of him.

Nothing was there.

Connie called the ambulance right away and what seemed like forever, Scott was in a hospital bed and while he slept, his parents received the news that they never want to hear.

"Scott has been diagnosed with schizophrenia because of the drugs he has used this past year. He will have episodes were he does something the voices tell him to do but has the ability to stop himself before he actually does it; however, if someone encourages him to do what the voices tell him to do, he will do it and after the episode is over, he will forget all about it."

Afterwards, Rick and Connie put Scott through therapy in hopes that his mental illness will improve in someway so he wouldn't suffer anymore and we're heartbroken when they learned he wasn't making progress.

Why?

Because he kept on doing drugs.

So when he met Mitch in eighth grade, he promised himself that he would never let the little boy suffer the same way he did.

However, Kirstie had different plans.

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"Scott, look who I met! A little seventh grader just like you!"

Scott looked up, smiling at the brunet standing next to Kirstie. The brunet smiled at Scott shyly, waving quickly before looking at the ground again. Kirstie rolled her eyes before looking back at Scott, smiling mischievously.

"This loser's name is Mitch Olusola! He doesn't even know what first base is! Which seventh grader doesn't know first base?!"

"I didn't know what it meant until you told me. Why does it matter?"

"It doesn't, with you anyway. Anyone else is a loser," Kirstie finalized, looking back at Mitch. The seventh grader was frowning, trying to figure out what in the world first basing was. "The bases are what lead to have sex with your lover."

"Oh," Mitch murmured, his cheeks burning red from the visualization. Scott couldn't help but smile at the innocence Mitch withheld. "Um, okay. I still don't know any of the bases still."

"Everyone knows the bases! You're such a prude."

"I'm sorry." 

Scott frowned, wanting nothing more than to hug the boy in front of him when Kirstie pulled out a needle with a strange liquid in it. Scott was about to say something when an episode began, putting him into a realm of forgetableness.

"Now, in order to be friends with us, you must do drugs so you could be cool and awesome. Failure to do so will end in a type of hazing, if you would like to call it that. What do you say?"

Scott glared at mitch, all the feelings from before disappearing even though he had no way to control it. Mitch swallowed the lump in business throat, shaking his head immediately as he pushed the needle away.

"I'm sorry. I can't do drugs. My dads said so."

"Hazing number one: leave a piece of toilet paper in the back of your jeans. Don't touch it at all."

Mitch obeyed and felt utterly humiliated as students made fun of him for the white material in the back of his pants, asking him multiple times if he had to use the restroom to get rid of the paper. Scott stayed a bit after school and couldn't help but feel sorry for Mitch as the seventh grader ran into the bathroom with years on running down his cheeks, wondering why there was a piece of toilet paper tucked in his jeans.

Why did he leave it there?

This continued on throughout the entirety of their 'friendship'. From water being spilt onto the front of his jeans to being pantsed in the middle of the cafeteria, Mitch was humiliated in the worst ways ever.

And Kirstie lived for it while Scott was heartbroken over it.

Why was this stuff happening to Mitch?

Kirstie told Scott it was because Mitch had bad luck and the poor blond believed it. Scott just wanted to hold Mitch every time he cried at the embarrassment he faced.

Especially when they were in high school.

Mitch had panic attacks everyday I'm choir and nobody had the choice but to stop singing when they heard Mitch breathe heavily. The attacks always started out with Mitch standing up, his body shaking as he walked to the back of the classroom and in no time at all, the poor freshman will begin to cry loudly and heavily as he fell to his knees and wrap his arms around his stomach.

That is when the attack begins for real.

He'll begin to breathe heavily even scream a bit as his lungs begged for air. Miss. Winters would call the campus supervisors while Mario tried his best to calm down his distressed and panicked friend.

Everyone else would just watch and feel sorry for Mitch while Kirstie and Scott smirked at each other, not feeling sorry for Mitch once as he suffered through his attacks.

Yet Scott would wonder why Mitch was scared of him every time he approached him, wanting nothing more than to hug the boy he considered a best friend.

He didn't want Mitch to be scared of him yet the brunet is timid and afraid whenever he is a foot away from him.

What did he do to deserve this?

A/N: Sorry that it's short! Everyone's flashback chapters will be shorter than Mitch's. Anyways, I hope that you all enjoyed this chapter and remember that I love you all.:)

-Maddie🐶💕🎤