[ Narrator ]

Boris danced with his girlfriend, ignoring everyone else in the room. Y/n laughed as he leaned in to kiss her, missing her lips. Boris pulled away and felt the Vicodin taking effect. He laughed and leaned down to Y/n's ear.

"Bathroom." She nodded and kissed his forehead.

Boris walked upstairs to the only bathroom he knew would be free.

What Boris was oblivious to was the group of girls planning to "seduce him."

There were no rumors about Boris at school other than he was dating Y/n, which proved to be true, and that he was really hot, which was also true. He got up to the bathroom and opened the door, only to run into three girls touching up their makeup.

"Shit, sorry." He laughed, rubbing face.

Boris felt a strong pressure on his head and blinked a few times. He didn't care if they were in there, he needed to puke. Boris opened the door again and quickly threw himself over the toilet. The girls watched as their "future boyfriend" threw up in the toilet next to them. One of them walked over and played with his hair.

The noticed a bruise on the back of his neck that made her eyes widen. Boris's seemingly perfect persona was crumbling around him and he wasn't even aware. He finished puking and sat up, swatting her hand away. "You should sit." The girl offered, closing the toilet lid. One of the others closed the bathroom door and Boris sat down. 

Lila, the one who had been touching his hair, pulled his hoodie over his head. Underneath was a cute tee that made them all go "awe."

Boris was pretty out of it, he hardly remembered who he was.

Lila pulled his shirt off and they all gasped. Boris wasn't... Boris. He had cuts all over his wrists and bruises all over his abdomen.

Boris remembered last night, how he ran until he collapsed in the street. He remembered how Y/n picked him up... Y/n. Boris opened his eyes and looked around. "What the... What the fuck?" He tried to stand up but collapsed back onto the toilet. "It's okay Boris, we're going to help you." He shook his head and tried to push them off. "Who did this to you?" One of the others asked.

Boris was scared, he could hardly breathe.

Y/n walked upstairs and opened the bathroom door. She was horrified to see two girls holding Boris in place while to other took photos. Y/n grabbed the phone and turned the sink on, dropping the phone in. "What the fuck?! You psycho abuser!" Lila shouted. Y/n shut the door and swatted the other two off of Boris.

He hugged her and cried into her shoulder. The three girls suddenly realized the severity of what they had done.

They weren't going to apologize though. Especially not to Y/n.

Y/n handed Boris his clothes and stood up. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you do that to him?" Y/n asked. She was beyond angry. "Did you leave all those marks on him?" Lila asked. Y/n scoffed and stared at them. "No, I didn't. Boris got into a fight the other day."

Boris got up and shoved the girls out of his way. His trip had quickly turned from a good one to a bad one and he didn't like it. He walked downstairs and out the front door. Y/n ran after him but quickly saw he was trying to get lost. She caught up with him and grabbed his hand. Boris shook his head and pushed her off of him.

He wiped his nose on his sleeve and Y/n stared at him. "It's me." She whispered. "They- They saw!" He shouted, pointing back at the house. Y/n nodded and he grabbed her in a hug. "No one will believe them." She whispered. "What if they go to the school counselor?" Boris sobbed. Y/n had never thought about that. That could mean a lot of bad things for both of them.

"Alright, it'll be alright. We'll figure it out. Pinky promise... Let's go home." Boris nodded and Y/n walked him home.

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