Kyle P.O.V.

Something is definitely wrong. I had texted True last night, though I had been kinda drunk . . .

I know he made it home, or I think he made it home because since he didn't respond I think I passed out after I sent the message, that or had sex with Luke because we bother woke up naked and there was cum all over our blanket and covers. So yeah, something sexual happened, I'm just not sure what exactly.

I woke up with a hangover, but it was slight so I could obviously go to school and not be afraid of a teacher calling me out for smelling like alcohol, because after a shower and drenching myself in Strawberry shampoo and my very own body gel, I knew I smelt like I hadn't partied last night, though I had.

I shake my head as I sit in the kitchen, staring down at my phone, wishing I'd get a message to pop onto the login screen with the contact, True to pop up. But it didn't which worried me more and more by each second. When Alister walking into the kitchen, I didn't even notice, my brain was lost in thought and worrying for my best friend.

I only snapped back when Alister began to wave his large hands in front of my face, which startled me out of my thoughts and I looked at him surprised.

"Are you okay Kyle?" He asked with concern in his voice. Alister could pretend he wasn't used to me being here all the time but honestly, he'd grown used to me being here, he'd grown to like my company. He simply didn't see me as a threat. And thank god for that. I don't think I'd survive if Alister decided I was a threat, especially since he could shoot me at any time, he always has his gun on him.

"Yeah, yeah," I blinked a couple times before realizing that is an unfinished sentence and continued. "I'm fine really just lost in thought that's all," I say with a small smile that didn't really reach my eyes.

He didn't seem to believe me but he didn't push it, he probably realized I didn't feel like talking about it because I didn't. I needed to stop concerning myself about True, he'd probably be at school, he probably let his phone battery die on him or something.

Yeah, probably.

Maybe . . .

Maybe not . . . oh, god.

I don't know anymore, usually True wouldn't forget to charge his phone, but his phone was absolute shit. I mean honestly, I wouldn't buy that phone if I had a choice. I have an I-phone, Luke got it for me, but I don't remember which one, simply that it's new or something, I couldn't care less, it's just a phone, I think Luke got it for me because he wanted me to have a good phone, I don't know.

But that's simply Luke's way, he had to buy the best things, whether I wanted the most expensive thing or not, because every time I got an expensive thing from Luke, I was reminded that True's family is rich but does True get a drop of that money? No, never. It makes me feel bad inside.

Alister grabbed the coffee beaker, that I had made in my lost train of thought, that was something I always did, I made coffee, and Alister said I made the best coffee, and everyone else who tasted it said it was sweet and sugary, which he said made it even better. Never bitter and never too strong, just right. I never ever make black coffee, it simply never happened.

I couldn't even think about making black coffee, it would kill me on the inside.

Alister moaned at the coffee, making me jump and a red color to spread on my cheeks. God, Alister it's just coffee, it's not moaning worthy.

But Alister seemed to think it was. But Alister was very serious about his coffee, he only drank my coffee, saying, "I don't like Starbucks, that stuff is shit!" I laughed out loud when he first told me that, I had fallen to the ground which had absolutely scared Luke making him think I was hurt and his gun and came out, which caused the four guards to yank their guns out as well, it was a fun day!

Thankfully no one shot, because they had seen me on the floor laughing, not crying out in pain, nor did they see any blood on the ground around me.

I shake out of the thought before standing up, grabbing my shoes and walking back upstairs, to find Luke getting dressed in his clothes. I had seen every inch of Luke before, but regardless, I would always get pink, I don't know why! It's like every time I see him without a shirt makes me red, with a blush.

Luke looked up, a smirk appearing on his face, he knew I was embarrassed seeing him in his birthday-suit, well . . . almost in his birthday-suit, though I've seen his birthday many, many times, and he's seen mine.

"You staring at me?" He said pulling his shirt over his head, causing me to whine. He laughed out loud at my dismay of the loss of his perfectly toned skin, seriously greek god stuff right there. Seeing Luke, I couldn't even picture what Alister looked like in his birthday suit. It was probably pure muscle god right there, god I didn't want to think about that, I was perfectly happy with my Lukey. Yes, I call him Lukey, but never out loud, last time I did, I couldn't walk right for a week.

You can think that though, and interpret it any way you want.

Luke walked over to grab his backpack, while I slipped my shoes onto my feet, and as I slipped my shoes on, I felt a smack on my ass, which made me snap up and look at the person who did it, though I already knew it was Luke. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed me in a bruising kiss, which I instantly returned, and when he rubbed his tongue on my bottom lip, I gave him instant access, and his tongue roamed possessively, and his grip on me tightened. I moaned into his mouth when a knock on the door, made my closed eyes snap open and for me to jerk away from Luke, who whined like a child who had candy taken away from him. In the doorway stood Alister who was smirking at us widely.

Luke groaned when he saw his brother, who had ruined his fun.

"What?!" Luke asked rudely, snatching me back, wrapping an arm around my waist, trapping me at his hip.

"Hurry up," Alister started turning around. "Unless you want to be late to school . . . again." I heard the damn smirk in his voice, as he walked down the hallway and at the stairs he burst into laughter. Luke's face turned a rare red shade, an obvious mixture of anger and embarrassment. He hid his face in my neck before he started kissing up my next in little butterflies kisses up and down to my chin and my collarbone.

"L-luke," I stutter out of my mouth. He hums, umhm. "We n-need to go to school." I hear his sigh as he unattaches his mouth from my next before one of his hands grasps my left ass cheek. The pink blush turned into a red one.

He smiled down at me, leaning towards my face and towards my ear and whispers, "When we get back home, that ass will be mine." I giggle at him, a suggestive smile appeared on my face, my eyebrow raised and dropped, and he groaned before we started walking towards the bedroom door to leave and finally head to school, its Tuesday, which means we're taking the car.

And the second we step outside the front door parked was Luke's Lamborghini Aventador, in its glorious black color. It was a sexy car we have had sex in it before, it was amazing. Oh, I mean have had sex many times in that car. I loved having sex in that car.

I climb in the passenger side of the car, and Luke got into the driver side.

He put his keys into the ignition and we were off to school.

The radio was blaring a pop station with hit music.

I nod my head to the music while Luke attempted to sing along, but I won't say it sounded good, but I love Luke so it was fine, regardless I was used to hearing him sing along with hit songs, and some older song.

"Not really sure how to feel about it, something in the way you move, makes me feel like I can't live without you, it takes me all the way, I want you to stay."

Rihanna blared into the radio, along with the guy who sung with her, but I simply can't remember his name but he sang well.

I look over to Luke, the music becoming simply something in the background.

"I love you," I say to him before turning back to the window and looking at the passing scenery, the passing houses that got smaller and smaller the further we drove.

Rihanna turned to Selena Gomez and I turned the radio off, not liking Selena Gomez's music at all.

We drove in silence until we arrived at the school, which was already active in life as people talk about how wonderful the dance was yesterday, and silently I had to agree with that statement, the dance was great to me.

I get out of the car along with Luke, people look at the car in want, they were jealous of Luke and me, because the car, the house we live in, the electronics we have, but they were more jealous of Luke. They were jealous of me for dating the richest kid in school. But hey, don't blame me, he liked me, I liked him, confession and bam! Me and him are dating.

They want to date him for the money and stuff that come from it, but I'd date Luke is he was poor or homeless because I love him for who he is, not how much money he has in his wallet.

We walk into the school, hand in hand, smiling at each other. Our love for each other obvious in our eyes. I walk with Luke to his locker, talking to him until I see True walk into the hallway, I knew something was off.

True's head was down to the ground and he simply shuffled through the wave of students. Most of the time he would come over to where I stood at Luke's locker and we'd go to ours, which are near each other, but today he continued to walk, not even looking up to see if I was at Luke's locker. When people made rude remarks he didn't flinch or even look to see who said it like he usually does.

Something was wrong.

I say goodbye to Luke, after a goodbye kiss, and hurry to attempt to catch True, who didn't even stop at his locker.

"True!" I yelled trying to catch up, but my best-friend just runs to fast for me catch up with him.

"True!" I yell in despair. I reach out and grip his shoulder stopping him from walking further away. He stops his feet from moving but doesn't turn around to look at who stopped him, which surprised me since at school he was jumpy all the time.

"True," I turn the shorter boy around to face me and see his eyes are still downcast. There was definitely something wrong, did his family do something? "What's wrong?" I ask concerned about my friend, he usually withheld all his emotions so well I wouldn't know what's wrong, this, whatever this was, wasn't a normal reaction from him.

"Nothing." He muttered so quietly I hardly heard it, but I did.

"True, I'm not stupid enough to believe nothing is wrong," I state. he finally looked up and met my eyes, and it shocked me. His usual vibrant grey eyes were dull and dead. His shine, a shine I had grown to love, had disappeared.

He shook his shoulder out of my grip and stepped back, not looking at me anymore. He turned around and walked away.

I stare shocked but quickly snapped out of it when the warning bell rang.

True P.O.V.

I walked away from Kyle, who looked shocked when I met his eyes. I didn't feel like explaining to my best friend that I was raped. I wasn't going to either.

I doubt he'd even think that's what's wrong because him being him wouldn't dare think that. He liked to be optimistic about stuff. He probably thought my family had simply hurt me, or my dad had beat me.

I wish that was what had happened other than what Union had done.

I walked away and headed to Mrs. Young since it's Tuesday, and when I did, I sat in the very back and put my head down.

Why was I letting his get to me?

Out of all the awful things done to me, why was this the one that hit the nail?? Because I lost something, something I'd never get back. My virginity. My v-card. Something I had wanted to save has been ripped away from me forever by the one person who hated me more than anyone else in the world. Union Graves. Thinking his name shot fear through my body, the memory of last night would pop up and fear and panic would take over.

I groaned quietly, I need to simply stop thinking about it. It would be the ruin of all my secrets, all my plans if I let this one thing get to me. I wouldn't let Union being my ruin.

I refused to let it get to me.

My teacher walks in, she had probably had hallway duty, the job to watch the hallway, though she failed to see me being bullied on most occasions, so she was failing already.

Mrs. Young started talking but I didn't hear a thing, my brain was off in its own little world, I was hardly aware of what I was doing anymore.

So I simply sat at my desk, my head down in my arms, my eyes closed, lost in thought.

But one single thought always managed to pop into my thoughts.

What could worse happen?

I didn't know, and I think that's what scared me the most.