Scar's Perspective-

"You sure you're, okay?" His mother asked as Scar walked to his room.

"Yep." Scar said, still dazed by what he had done.

He closed the door and collapsed on his bed.

I can't believe I just fucking did that.

Scar grabbed a pillow, put it over his mouth, and screamed.

OH FUCKING GOD HE PROBABLY HATES ME NOW! Scar started panicking and paced around his room.

I lost one of my BEST FRIENDS because I couldn't hold in my feelings.

He bit his lip as he continued to pace his room.

But... I mean he didn't mind me holding his hand earlier.

Scar shook his head.

No that was because he needed balance. He didn't do it because he likes me. He hates me now. I can't talk to him now. I can't let him see me. He hates me. We'll never talk again.

Just then, his phone started ringing.

Please don't be Grian, please don't be Grian, please don't be-

Scar saw the name of the person who was calling him and panicked.

WHY THE HECK IS GRIAN CALLING ME?!

The phone rung three times and Grian left a voice message.

"Uh- hey Scar. I just wanted to say- "

Scar walked out of his room and closed the door.

He didn't want to hear Grian ending their friendship.

He couldn't take it.

"Hey Jellie." Scar smiled as he bent down to pick up his cat.

His cat purred.

"I wish I could be a cat." Scar told Jellie, "You have it so easy. Nothing to worry about. You just get to eat and sleep all day."

That Night-

Scar was texting Jimmy late at night.

He then yawned.

Shit I think there's school tomorrow.

Scar sighed as he watched Jimmy text him back.

'Scar don't worry, Grian likes you.'

Scar rolled his eyes.

Jimmy had been saying that for the past twenty minutes.

'Shut up.' Scar texted back. 'I know he doesn't. He hates me now.'

Jimmy's response was immediate.

'Grian's texting me right now about how flustered he is and how to talk to you.'

Scar sighed as he closed his phone.

Jellie jumped up on the bed next to Scar and he smiled.

He then fell asleep while his phone was buzzing from Jimmy's texts.

-

Scar heard a knock on the door.

"Scar sweetie, get up." He heard his mother say.

"No." Scar groaned, "I'm not feeling well."

"Were you not wearing enough layers when we went ice skating the other day?" She asked, opening the door and sitting on his bed.

"You feel fine." She mumbled, feeling his forehead.

She got up and left.

Two minutes later she was back and stuck a thermometer in his ear.

It beeped and she pulled it out.

"Your temperature's fine too." She said, checking what the thermometer read.

Scar shrugged.

"Come on sweetie, you have to go to school." She said, making her son sit up.

Scar didn't smile.

"Are you okay?" His mother asked, looking nervous.

Scar nodded, "Just tired."

His mother didn't look convinced but said, "Alright, get ready for school then."

She then left with Jellie.

Scar got up and got dressed.

He looked in the mirror and saw that he looked like a mess.

He shrugged and walked out into the kitchen.

"Scar, did you really think I'd let you go to school looking like that?" His mother joked as she put down Jellie's food.

Scar shrugged.

His mother had a worried look and sat down across from Scar.

"What's wrong, sweetie? You're never this quiet."

"Just tired." Scar said simply as he got some food.

"No, it's more than that."

Scar slammed the cabinet shut.

He was too mad/worried about Grian.

"SCAR! What is your problem?!" His mother gasped.

Scar death stared his mom, "OH, I DON'T KNOW! Didn't you see it yesterday?! Didn't you notice your son kissed his best friend?!"
His mother looked taken aback.

"Scar, calm down!" She exclaimed.

"I TRIED! BUT DO YOU THINK IT'S EASY TO GET OVER THE FACT YOU LOST YOUR BEST FRIEND BECAUSE YOU COULDN'T FUCKING HOLD IN YOUR FEELINGS FOR HIM?!" Scar shouted.

"SCAR! THERE WILL BE NO CURSING UNDER MY ROOF!" His mother shouted, looking worried about what her son was saying.

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOSE YOUR BEST FRIEND BECAUSE OF A STUPID ASS DECISION YOU MADE!!"

Scar then ran back into his room and slammed his door shut.

He started crying on his pillow and his mother didn't bring him to school that day.