Action and Reaction Chapter 1

Westyard High

Max Wellington is seventeen years old with messy brown hair resembling a bird's nest. He wears a blue hoodie and a pair of light blue jeans. With his brown eyes attached to look at the floor he walked through the schools hallways he walked with a brown bag on his back and his hands in his pockets.

Stopping by his locker he entered the combination and opened the blue door. He moved the bag from his back and into the locker, looking around before opening it. With no one around paying attention to him he opened the bag and picked out a red notebook. But he also took out a black four decimeter long object and placed in on the top shelf. He hid it under a towel from view.

Picking up the notebook and closed the locker and walked to his first class of the day.

Walking towards the door he noticed Chelsea Vaughn. No one could go by and not notice her bright and long red silken looking hair. She was as usually dressed rather provocatively. It was kind of her thing. She had black tights and really short black shorts. She wears a red tight shirt with an exposed cleavage and her bare arms exposed as it has no sleeves. Her blue eyes caught Max coming towards her.

She was standing with two of her friends. Anna Hawkins and Brenda Young. Anna Young was a blonde with shoulder long hair and beautiful green eyes. She wears black tights and a dark blue pair of short shorts. She have a white top on and high heels.

Brenda Young has long curled brown hair, going passed her shoulders and down her upper back. She is wearing dark blue jeans and a green long shirt without sleeves and a tiny cleavage.

The three girls seemed to giggle about something as he closed in on them. Max ignored them and continued passed them. But as he did he felt his feet disappear under him and he fell to the floor.

The three girls giggled and Max looked over his shoulder at them. His narrowing eyes making them giggled more.

"Sorry Max", Chelsea said cockily with a smirk on her soft lips. "Guess you should watch your steps a bit more, huh".

It wasn't the first time Chelsea had done something like this to him. Not even close and there always seem to be no one caring to help him. The only option is to handle it himself now.

Without a word he got up and grabbed his notebook and continued into the classroom. The last he heard was the three giggling again.

Max quietly sat down in his seat and awaited the teacher, Mr Shumaker to begin the class.

The class lasted for an hour and every time Max got a question he shrugged. Some of the answers he knew, but he didn't care to answer Mr Shumaker's questions, sense he has other things on his mind. After class Mr Shumaker had a conversation with him about his behavior in class. It lasted for a few minutes until he was excused to go for recess. Walking down a hallway he heard Chelsea say something to him, but he didn't hear or cared to hear it.

Another class went by, lunch went by and when he picked his red notebook from his locker he removed the thick black object and hid it under his hoodie in the jeans waist line. He also picked out his history book before closing the locker.

Was he doing the right thing? No one was willing to help him and his drunken father certainly wasn't. Not to forget his stepmother who didn't care for him. She liked the dishwasher more then she respected and liked him. No, it is the only way. He couldn't back out now. The only road left was forward.

Walking into the class Carter and Charlie joked with each other at the doorway. Anna was hitting on her desk with Chelsea and Brenda standing there. Chelsea's eyes found Max as he walked inside.

"Hello Max", she said seductively.

Anan and Brenda giggled.

He stopped at his desk in front of her and laid down the history book. With a quick move though Chelsea took the notebook from his hands.

"It's kinda cute, ya know", she said. "My color too".

Max narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. For a second his eyes wandered down to her cleavage.

Noticing it she smiled cockily and with her arms squeezed her breasts together.

"Want a better few, Maxie"? She teased.

The next thing she noticed was the barrel of a gun pointed at her head.

Her eyes widened and her body started shaking. Anna and Brenda screamed and Anna jerked off the desk and out of the classroom.

All eyes turned to Chelsea and Max.

Terrified the classroom quickly emptied of students who all panicked.