clay was your best friend, now he’s your boyfriend. one night, you couldn’t sleep, and you were walking around randomly through neighborhoods. you walked up to bryce walker’s house, noticing there was a party going on. you knew you should’ve turned around. but you went in anyway. you got into the hot tub with him and his friends, and soon enough, they’d all get out, except bryce. “i should go.” you’d told him.

time skip

he’d just finished doing something terrible, he’d just pulled out, got up, and walked away. tears were running down your cheeks, your mascara was smeared a lot, your hair and body were dripping, but you didn’t care enough to dry off, you just put your clothes back on, got up, and walked out slowly. you didn’t go home, instead going to clay’s, not realizing how late it was. it was 3am. you felt empty, like you were already dead. you only focused on going to see the person you felt the most safe with. you knocked on his door, not noticing the water dripping from your hair and clothes.