We got to Mat's house.

"Are your parents home?" I asked.

"They're working. Now get inside." He said and motioned for me to enter. We entered his house. It was way better than mine. I looked at my hoodie and noticed a huge blood stain on my sleeve.

"Maybe we should go to my place so I can change." I said. He shook his head.

"You can change into my clothes." He said and we entered his bedroom. He opened his closet. "Take what you want." I went into his closet and picked out a grey hoodie and dark blue sweatpants.

"Could I change?" I asked.

"Yes, but first let me wrap your cuts." He said and exited the room and came back with something he wrapped my cuts on my hand with. Then he exited again and I changed.

"You can come in now." I said and he entered. He motioned for me to sit on the bed.

"Now tell me what happened to your face." Mat said.

"It's not only my face. It's my whole chest too." I said. His jaw dropped. "But I don't know if I can trust you."

"You've trusted me enough to show me all of this and you've trusted me to take you home. Just tell me." He said. I sighed.

"But please don't tell Saf about anything. Please." I said. He nodded. "Well, Mike and his gang beat me up. They said that it's because I made friends. They kept asking if I need Safiya to come save me and kelt calling me weakling. And then I took the razor blade I have with me everyday since last school year. And then when Safiya came I didn't wanna talk to her because I didn't want her to worry and I didn't want her to go and "save me". And the truth is..." I trailed off. I couldn't get the last words out of me.

"So did you already cot yourself before?" He asked. I nodded. I was so embarassed. "Why was I such a jerk? I should've talked to you. I am only talking to you because Safiya told me to. I just feel so bad." He said. He must feel so guilty. And I don't want him to feel guilty for me.

"I need to tell you this. I-I have feel-f..." I tried saying it, but I just couldn't get it out. "I have feelings for Safiya." I said very quickly.

"You like Saf?" He asked. "That's so cute. You too fit great together." He added.

"Oh really? I thought you're gonna become the overprotective best friend and tell me I'll never be good enough for her." I said. He laughed.

"You're a pretty okay guy. Apart from the shitty things you've been doing to yourself and what Mike did to you." He said. He soon noticed that what what he said was a mistake.

"Don't sweat about it. I won't take it personally." I said and he exhaled in relief.