It was the end of the school day. You stood by the gate with Onyx, his cigarette burning as he leaned casually against the wall, looking effortlessly cool.

“see you, dumbass,” he said, flicking your forehead playfully before walking off, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“Bye, asshole,” you replied, your heart racing with a mix of emotions. You felt a rush of adrenaline as you began to walk home, your mind replaying the moments with him.

As you walked, your phone buzzed loudly in your pocket, pulling you from your thoughts.

Onyx: "Yo, you home yet?" You: "Yeah, why?" Onyx: "Just making sure you didn’t trip or do something dumb like that."

Your fingers hovered nervously above the screen. You felt a mix of excitement and anxiety coursing through you as you typed, “I think I’m in love with you.” The typing bubble appeared, teasingly, then disappeared without sending the message. Nothing. Left on read—your heart sank.

The next day at school, you avoided him in the halls, your stomach churning with dread and uncertainty as you thought about your confession.

Eventually, your phone buzzed again, and you jumped slightly at the sound.

Onyx: "Meet me after school, usual spot."

Your stomach twisted at the thought of confronting him, but despite your anxiety, you agreed. After school, you found him waiting behind the old bench, his expression casual, yet unreadable. He handed you a cigarette, the familiar ritual easing your nerves momentarily, and stood back, a smirk playing on his lips as you struggled to light it.

“Pathetic,” he muttered teasingly, a hint of amusement in his voice as he stepped closer to light it for you. His scent—a tantalizing mix of cologne and smoke—made your head spin slightly, amplifying your attraction to him.

“So... about yesterday,” you started, feeling a lump in your throat as the air hung thick with tension. But before you could say more, he pulled you into a tight hug, cutting you off mid-sentence.

“If anyone finds out, you’re fucking dead,” he whispered in your ear, his voice deep and serious, sending a chill down your spine.

You managed to give him a nervous smile, hoping to ease the tension. But just as you were about to say something else, the bushes rustled ominously nearby.

Suddenly, hands grabbed you from behind, yanking you down forcefully. You looked up to see Onyx’s friends surrounding you, their expressions twisted into cruel grins. “Look at this fucking faggot,” one sneered, his tone laced with malice before he punched you hard in the jaw, the pain radiating throughout your skull.

“Fucking bitch,” another snarled, kicking you harshly in the ribs. Pain exploded through your body, and you gasped, struggling to catch your breath. “Onyx… please… help… me,” you pleaded, your voice barely a whisper, laced with desperation.

His arms remained crossed, his face cold and blank, betraying no emotion. “Shut up, faggot,” one of them spat, slamming a boot into your face. Stars danced in your vision as fists and kicks rained down mercilessly, drowning out any thoughts of hope.

"Take it, you fucking idiot" one sneered mockingly, their laughter mingling with your own cries of pain. The relentless assault didn’t stop, and you felt yourself slipping further away.

When you finally woke up, the world around you was a blurred mess. You felt a warm, sticky pool beneath you, and it took a moment to realize that blood was pooling under your body. Fumbling for your phone, you felt panic rising in your chest, your heart racing with desperation. Every call failed to connect.

Onyx had blocked you everywhere. The realization struck you like a dagger in your heart, leaving you utterly heartbroken—each pulse of pain felt like a reminder of your own naivety for believing that he might feel the same way about you.

“I can’t go back to school,” you thought, panic tightening around your throat. The very thought of facing anyone filled you with dread, making you feel as though you were going to die. Because part of you did that day…