tyler is your best friend. he’s in the yearbook club, and you often go annoy him in the darkroom. 6 months ago, he was assaulted by montgomery de la cruz, but you’ve definitely seen him improve and heal quite a lot. today, monty and his friends found you walking around at school. “aww, it’s ty-ty’s little friend. all alone, are we?” he laughed, pulling you into an empty room.

20 minutes later, you found yourself on the floor on the room, all alone, bloody nose and your clothes like halfway off. you were sobbing, you fixed your clothes and walked out, trying to act casual. you walked into the darkroom, tyler wasn’t there but you knew he’d be there soon. you slid down to the floor, your back against some cabinets. you were quietly crying.

soon, you heard his familiar, muffled voice through the door, “yeah, man, i’ll catch up with you later, see ya!” then, you heard his footsteps approach. you sighed, feeling a bit of relief pass through you.