Hey nothing, honestly I'm kinda scared. I don't know if this is a good idea

Where are you at?

In front of his house

: Holy shit that bitch got BMW

Is that his own car?

If so he's hella rich kid man

but hella poor in terms of his personality and brain

Yeah he is tho

I'm gonna destroy his car for real

so he's not getting laid no more

he'll stress out and he'll end up chopping his weiner and feed the pig

What are you waiting for? Do it

Do you think I should carved the word or scribbled it with a sharpie?

Do it both so he'll get double fucked up

that's kinda messed up I'm not actually gonna destroy his car tho

Its nothing compares to what he did to you

JUST DO IT SRSLY

get out of the damn car now srsly

don't tell me what to do srsly

fine srsly

you go babe seriously

SHUT UP SRSLY

I hop out of my car and make my way up the porch. All the lights are off, with a silent prayer I hope they're all asleep. I dig the two equipment out of my pocket and battling with my mind whether to use the pocket knife or the set of sharpie.

I pick the sharpie as a final decision because for god's sake I'm not gonna destroy a precious thing, I mean this car cost triple times than my house.

I pick up the black colour marker and started writing. I swear my body shakes to death when I'm finished the first word.

"Sky?"

Oh shit, I'm going to jail. Please at least give me a chance to meet Luke Hemmings. Please tell my parents that I love them.

I saw Alex standing at the end of the driveway.

"What are you doing here?" I set the pen down on the hood. He's definitely telling Kyly about this, I'm screwed.

"I came to see Kyle, wanted to return something that belongs to him but I guess he's sleeping now it's kind of dark inside." he shrugs.

"What about you?" he raises an eyebrow. I shrug and his gaze caught the set of permanent marker.

After the moment, his mouth forms an 'o'. " Oh.. 'Douche bag'? Are you gonna write it all over his car?" Shit he's totally gonna tell Kyle about this.

"Er.. It was a friend's idea," I mumble. "Please don't tell-"

"I won't, I promise," he smiled like it was nothing wrong.

Okay that was weird.

"It seems fun can I help?" Really? I though he's your best friend.

"Sure," I respond awkwardly and he grabs the dark blue pen and starts writing on the other side.

"I guess you really liked him, huh?" He says while his eyes focusing on whatever he wrote.

"Yeah," I sigh. "Actually, not really,"

I stop for a while and stared at Alex who's still focusing his work.

"To be very honest, I've lost interest in him after what he did,"

"Now I feel like shit for wasting my whole time waiting for him to liked me back, till I couldn't differentiate between someone who truly likes me and someone who's just a pain in the ass," I spoke softly.

"I shouldn't be dating someone who I barely know ever again."

"You know what, Sky? You deserve someone who is better than Kyle," he smiles somehow I almost thought it was a genuine one. "I think you've got a line of guys out there waiting for you to give them a try."

"I'm still really ticked off at you, Follese,"

"Because of the mall incident?" he says and glancing at me for a while.

"Yeah, but it's more than that," I say.

"People around you and you're personality are so mean,"

"I mean other than right now, you've never exactly being nice to me ever since the start,"

"I haven't been anything to you Sky. I don't think I've ever bullied you."

Alex smiles and shakes his head.

"I know you never bullied me it's just... I don't know what to say just forget about it,"

"You're so innocent, Thomson. You always have been."

"I'm quite a badass actually." Alex doesn't say anything he just shakes his head and continue doing his work.

After about fifteen minutes we're finally done and the whole body of the BMW is fully painted with colorful words and seems like a new artwork to me. Alex and I take a step back from the car and just stare at it for a moment.

"Thanks for helping me," I finally spoke. "It makes me feel better not to do it alone."

"I agree with you a hundred percent on what he did was wrong, he deserves this," Alex suddenly puts his hand on my shoulder.

"You deserve better. You've been hurt too much," he adds.

"You don't know anything about me being hurt,"

"You may think I'm a horrible person, but I saw what happened when Ashton died. You fell apart and I know you're in a better place now, so to have somebody come in and try to hurt you is inexcusable."

When he mention about my brother I nearly break down into tears. Ever since my brother died, I've become too sensitive and my mood swings getting worst each day.

Then the rumors about my brother killed himself spread everywhere, I feel like everybody at school is watching me, some people out of sympathy, sure ready to wash over with a tissue at a moment's notice, but others like I've become something dangerous and I don't deserve to exist in their eyes. Like I have the potential of bad gene in my blood, like my sad life is something that could be transmitted through casual contact. Like a disease.

Yeah, well, screw them.

Deep inside me I don't believe the rumors that he committed suicide I know my brother too well he'd never easily gave up in his life and he was always a happy boy. He's the rays of sunshine in our family the ones who always gives us happiness but everything was taken away after one Halloween night where Ashton went to a party and we were reported a news where the police found his lifeless body lying off the cliff on the next day.

"I miss him so much," I sigh.

"He didn't killed himself, I know it's just a rumors and it's not true because he will never do that." I can feel my eyes watering, but I just breathe and try to stop myself from crying.

"I know, Sky. I didn't believe it either and I know there's something wrong with his death. It could be someone wants him to die."

"I thought the same but nobody cares to believe me," Alex runs his hand up and down my back as I wipe the tears away from my eyes. I never pictured Alex to be somebody who was a really good listener.

After a few minutes of sniffles and Alex rubbing my back, I straighten my back and check the time – 10:15pm

"It's late I have to get home," I put my phone back in my pocket.

"Yeah, me too." He said.

"Bye Alex,"

"Bye Skylar,"

I walked back to my car and set all the stuff down on the passenger seat. How is it possible Alex Follese helped me and being really nice it's impossible to be real.

I nearly lost my shit when Alex was here

guess what?

he's JUST BEING EXTREMELY NICE AND HE HELPED ME

he said he'd agreed with me, I'm confused

tf is going on????

Alex being nice??

Slow down shocker

I've only been SAYING THAT SINCE THE BEGINNING

: I told you he's cool and I'm glad he helped you out.

I feel so much better :)