First class consisted of me checking the clock, colouring in any shapes I could find in my textbook with my black ink pen, and worrying about Camila.

What if he comes to school? He sits beside her almost every class. Has he tried to contact her since or did she block his number?

The bell rang and I looked for Camila in the hallways, but she wasn't anywhere to be seen. I ended up giving in, and just heading to my class, holding my phone under my desk to text her.

*everything ok?*

*get off your phone before it gets confiscated.*

*i'll take that as a yes.*

I shut off my phone, stuffing it back into my pocket while the final few people rolled into class. Katie took her seat next to me, giving me a small smile to say hi before opening her book.

That's when it clicked.

"You knew, didn't you?"

"What?"

"What Matt and Joey had going on. You knew. That's why you tried to help me."

"Theo-"

"Why didn't you tell us?"

"I couldn't." Her whispering voice cracked, "They-"

"I thought we were friends, Katie. If not us then you and Camila. I thought you two were friends; co-captains. How could you sit back, knowing what he was trying to do to her?"

"I tried to stop it the second I found out- but they were threatening me - if I told them they'd tell my shit and I couldn't- Theo, I am so, fucking sorry, but I just couldn't-"

"Save it."

"Theo-"

"He tried to rape her, Katie. What part of that do you not understand?"

She froze and I swear I saw the colour drain from her face. "I didn't know about that- I swear to you I thought it was just a kiss-"

I pressed my fingers both sides of the bridge of my nose. "Please, just shut up. You still knew it was a bet, and you didn't tell us."

She closed her mouth, looking like she was about to cry as she turned back to listen to the teacher.

"Is she okay?"

"Yeah, I don't know how, but she is."

"I swear I had no idea- if I did I would've told you-"

"I'm not the person who you should be apologising to."

The bell rang and Katie rushed out of class with her head down. I checked my timetable to see where Camila is now, and made my way out of the classroom to my locker.

I was about to open it but first I glanced around me, and my eyes locked onto a certain brunette, casually walking towards me with his hands in his pockets. "You've got to be fucking with me-"

His head shot up but he didn't even try to run away. I dropped my bag and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, pushing him against the lockers, making them rattle with a bang. A couple of people walking past reacted, but I didn't take my eyes of him. "You've got some nerve being here right now-"

"I come in peace." He smiled slightly, raising a hand beside his head to surrender.

"Just needed to return something."

His other hand left his pocket, coming beside his head. He slowly opened the palm of his hand, letting a black lace hang from his fingers.

Camila's thong.

I snatched the fabric from him, stuffing it in my fist before bringing it back to collide with his face. "You fucking piece of shit!"

I let go of his shirt, allowing him to fall to the floor. "Go near her again and I'll fucking kill you."

He wiped his bloody nose on the back of his hand while he climbed back to his feet. "I barely touched her, man- she took those off willingly."

I never intended on starting a fight, but my anger took control and my fist came to hit him again. It's like he wanted to get beat up. I heard a couple 'oohs' and noticed the crowd surrounding us, but once he began to hit me back I knew I couldn't stop.

"Look man, I'm sorry I stole your bitch-"

He raised his hands in surrender but my hand grabbed a fistful of his shirt again while my other hit his face, and I wouldn't be surprised if I broke his nose.

"She's no one's 'bitch'."

His hand met my cheek, making me stumble back but come at him harder.

"You think I didn't know you two were fucking?"

"If you open your mouth-"

"Like she did?"

I saw nothing but red, and all I could think about is what he did to Camila. My fist collided with his face, over and over, until he fell to the floor again. I couldn't even feel the pain until I noticed blood trickling down my cheek.

"Hey! The fuck?"

I felt two hands on my arm, pulling me back and away from Matt, who lay with a bloody nose and sore looking eye. "Hey! Hey! Break it up!"

I stumbled back before being pushed against the locker by Jake. He pressed a hand firmly to my chest, signalling for me to stay where I am.

He glanced between both of us, and my bloody hand. I clearly looked like the bad guy of the situation.

"Not cool, Theodore."

Jake just called me Theodore. That's when I knew, I was fucked.

He gave Matt a hand, helping him to his feet, looking frantically between us.

"Fuck you." I spat, giving Matt my middle finger before picking up my bag and walking away.

I made my way towards the bathrooms, wiping the blood off my face while I sauntered down the hallway. "Theo?"

Camila and Katie came walking towards me, side by side, completely oblivious to what just happened.

She rushed over to me, gripping my face to look at the wound in my cheek. Fuck Matthew for wearing rings. "What happened?!"

She looked down the hall behind me at the aftermath, and must have put two and two together. "What were you thinking?" Her words rang through my ears, and I finally came back to reality. "You could get suspended!"

My clenched hand moved to her chest, opening to show the black fabric. She caught it before it dropped to the floor, quickly understanding.

"I'll leave you two..." Katie barely finished her sentence before walking away, so I did too, in the opposite direction.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"To class." I groaned.

"No you're not." I could hear her feet patting off the floor to catch up with me. "We're ditching. Give me your keys."

"Since when does Camila ditch?"

"Keys."

"I'd rather walk than let you drive."

"Theo-"

"Fine." I reached into my back pocket, dangling them in front of her. She attempted to snatch them but I raised them higher, teasingly.

She didn't find this as amusing as I did, and poked under my arm, making me flinch and lower my hand, allowing her to grab them.

She looked like an angry mom, and I was the child that just threw a tantrum. We tossed our bags in the back of my car and she hopped in the drivers seat, taking a second to study the car before even putting the keys in the ignition.

"You sure you want to drive?"

"How hard can it be?" She gave me a not-very-convincing smile, and started the car. "Right... where does your mom live?"

*

We both stressed each other out, as I tried to give her directions and teach her how to drive at the same time. She even let out a few squeals and groans when I tried to grab the wheel.

"You should've let me drive."

"Hey, we made it in one piece, and your car doesn't have a single scratch. I see that as a win."

I stuck my key in the front door, opening it and shouting, "Hello?"

After no reply we closed the door behind us, dropping our bags and shoes at the door.

"Woah, it's nice."

"I know, right? I didn't really expect it either. Do you want a drink?"

"No- we need to clean you up first."

"I'll just get a shower."

"No you won't. Where's your cloths?"

"Under the sink." I laughed at her motherly state.

She went into the bathroom and I washed my hands in the kitchen sink, scrubbing the dry blood off my nail beds.

Camila came back with cloths and a small first aid kit. "You were being serious..."

"Of course I'm being serious."

"Okay then." I sighed, "where should we sit?"