"Miss Katherine."
Oh no.
"What a surprise to see you here."
Stop. Don't. Just go away.please.go away. He shouldn't have to hear this.
"And you, Steven! You as well! Quite the surprise, indeed!"
I never understood why he felt the need to do this. Made him feel powerful. Made him feel on top, I don't fucking know.
"So Kate, you're hanging around with this spastic bundle of nerves here, eh? Got a fetish for blood, I take it?"
I glanced over at Steve and saw him seething. That son of a bitch.
"David. Please. Go away. Stop. It doesn't matter. It's over. Stop."
I'm such an idiot.
"So, Mr. Steven Rosechild, would you like to know exactly what this little number you're hanging out with is after? Has Miss Kate told you about all the times she blew her math teacher when she was getting a failing grade? Or how about when she fucked the entire football team on the bus without the driver noticing? What do you think she's going to do with you, Steven? How many chances are you getting?"

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He didn't say much.but his words didn't hang in the air for very long.
"And you, Kate? Do you really think that this self-absorbed depressive freak-case is getting you anywhere? What happened to you? I wasn't fucking good enough, but this fuck is?"
I have no idea why we were both so speechless.
He laughed coldly. "Or maybe you two just deserve each other." He walked away.

When he left, neither of us wanted to look at each other. We both went straight home.
Why did it hurt so much? Why couldn't I get up and say something? Why couldn't I defend Steven? Why couldn't I even open my stupid fucking mouth?
Why did it hurt so much when it was all so true.Why did Steven have to hear that stupid boy's words.why did I let him do it.why couldn't I stand up for myself? Or for him?
I didn't want to know. I didn't want to think. I didn't want any of this to be real. I ran to the bathroom.

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I ran all the way home.

I wish I had said something.I wish I had punched that loser in the fucking mouth.maybe even just feebly said he was wrong.anything.anything would have been better than what I did.anything.

And now Kate was probably blaming herself.probably putting herself in front of the toilet bowl again.and I had made her eat a big lunch today too.God.

I am such a bastard.

I hated all of this.so much.I couldn't think.I couldn't handle it.I didn't want this pain.

Two minutes later blood was slithering out of my stomach.a different pain.a better pain.an easier pain.

I did it in the stomach so Kate wouldn't see.