Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Faculty characters or Casey Connor...blah, blah, blah, but I do own Francesca, as she is me, hehe.
Basically, I like Casey and I get to be in this story and help poor Casey. Sorry no aliens, just Casey and co, but no aliens. But it should be interesting so pls read on! This is basically just for fun, and I won't be putting all my hard work and good grammar and stuff into it! But it will still be interesting I assure you!
Oh and anything I say relating to me, and my character who is me, is true. x
Casey
Chapter 1: How we met...
"No...no…not the pole" Casey begged, as he was rammed into the school flagpole, legs open.
He was so sick of it, every day…morning…afternoon - it didn't matter; they would always find him and hurt him. It was probably the only reason he was born. To be their tortured little slave. 'Do this Casey, do that...we're gonna beat the crap outta you even if you do what we want, but maybe not so much as if you don't' – So what's the point...
"Please..." BANG!...again
The evil minded Jocks drop him and walk off laughing to each other as two popular bitches walk past him.
"What a loser" one of the airheads state obnoxiously.
Casey sighs, and just lies there for a few moments,. It's just another normal Herrington high day for him. He's had thoughts about running away from this place, his parents making sure he couldn't move schools, heck, they were probably just as mean to him as they were - the jocks, the popular girls, even the Goths, Mosha's and other geeks were too much above him to give a shit. So why bother. He'd had thoughts about committing suicide, only he always had a feeling that somehow if he waited long enough, life would improve…and things might change.
Suddenly his nose starts to bleed, the delayed result of being hit in the face earlier that morning.
"Oh, shit" he mumbles meekly.
He shuffles into the school building trying his hardest not to bump into any of 'those' people who hated him, which was quite difficult, as the school was overcrowded with morons.
He made it to the toilettes without being stopped, and so, began to tend to his bloody nose. He was alone in there for a little while, and that's exactly how he liked it. Being alone. Most people don't like silence. Like when you're doing your homework, with the TV on, seemingly more comforting. Casey liked the silence though…it was the only time he could be at peace, when no one else was around. Of course nothing went his way for long, and after about 10 minutes a couple of guys entered the toilettes. One was kind of tall, blonde straggly hair sprawled across his forehead. The other was the school's biggest jerk, oh sorry, jock, they went by the name, Marc and Gabe. Marc was new to Herrington high and no one really knew what kind of a profile he possessed.
Casey wasn't surprised to see them; In fact he would have screamed at himself for being so stupid as for staying there for so long if they weren't staring right at him. Gabe had one of his evil looks on today, nothing new; he knew that look all too well. He was expecting to get beat, but instead Gabe and Marc started whispering something to each other. He couldn't quite figure out what they were saying.
Unexpectedly Marc calls Casey over to him. He knew it was a trick, but they were blocking the door way anyway, and there was nothing he'd be able to do no matter what they were planning, however he still hesitated.
"Why?" he asked conscientiously.
BRING, BRING, BRING The Bell went just then.
"I just wanna talk to ya, c'mon, I won't bite" his face bears an odd half grin, and two raised eyebrows.
Casey could feel his heart beating faster, faster, faster. Why couldn't they just get it over and done with? Why did they have to tease him, mess with his head? Why couldn't they just beat him up and then leave him alone? He hated not knowing what was happening; at least if he were being beaten up he knew what was happening.
He felt his foot push forwards and then the other one follow it. With each step he drew nearer to them, and with each step his heart thumped louder and harder against his chest. Who was this Marc guy, and what was he planning to do to? Casey finally arrived about a metre away from Marc, Gabe somehow ended up behind him. He gulped.
"So...what did you want?" he asked looking up at Marc and trying not to sound like he was asking for trouble.
Marc looked down at the younger boy with pale innocence eyes, and a small fragile frame. He was in the year below him. Marc smiles. That's when he knew, that's when he knew that Marc was definitely on Gabe's side. He gave him this sly smile, which kind of confused him and scared him at the same time.
For some unknown reason to Casey after a few seconds, Marc grabbed him by the hair and dragged him up towards his face. He tried to pull himself out of his grip, but he was too weak to take the guy on.
"Puff" he states, lifting Casey's whole body off of the ground by his hair, with both hands.
How strong was this guy? Casey struggled in the air, trying to block out the unbearable pain surging through his head.
"Stop, please…" he moaned.
"Okay" Marc said.
He dropped him to the ground, but instead of leaving him there he dropped to the ground as well…right beside Casey, who, still trying to get over what had just happened was struggling to get up. He saw Marc beside him, just lying there, as though waiting for something. This really scared him. He looked up at Gabe, with his tear smeared face. His nose was bleeding once again.
Suddenly Marc pulled Casey towards him; he struggled again but was too weak for Marc's grip. Scarily he pulled Casey into a kiss. Casey tried to pull away, but Marc's hold on his face was too strong. He tried to scream but his cries were muffled out by Marc's tongue being forced into his mouth. Marc's hand somehow made its way up and down Casey's leg. He kicks out, trying to get Marc off of him, his whimpers barely audible. Then suddenly he pushes his hand down Casey's jeans, while letting go of his face. He struggles as hard as he ever had and finally pries Marc off of him. He lashed out. Scratching Marc on the face.
"LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M NOT GAY BECAUSE YOU ARE! You can't do this to me…" he screamed, tears streaking his face, and then he ran out of the toilettes, and into the isolated hallways of Herrington high.
Both the two guys burst out laughing as they listened to the sound of him descending through the hallways, his footsteps echoing. There was no way Casey was gay. If anything it was impossible, he despised guys so much by now, even though he was one himself. All they ever did was hurt him. He runs out of the school building. He just couldn't stop the tears and if he wanted to survive the school day, he couldn't let all the people who bullied him see him like this. He wouldn't stand a chance.
That's when he first saw me. Right after the erm...assault…he was so upset. I remember his fearful, pain filled eyes; an entrancing mixture of blues, intense and innocent. They almost made me want to cry myself. My name is Francesca by the way. I'm from Manchester, Manchester in England I mean. I hated that place. So rough, people always getting beaten up, you couldn't look in any direction without getting beaten up. And then I come here and the first person I see seems to have been beaten up. And it makes me just wanna cry.
"Are you alright?" I ask as sympathetic as I can. He looks so lonely and afraid, like a lost pup. I just wanna take him home and hug him and make him feel better. He looks so damn scared. I wonder what could possibly have happened to him.
He doesn't reply. He must be in a kind of shock.
"Do you need any help?" He looks about my age, about fifteen or sixteen.
"Erm...Err..." He still can't get the words out.
I speak again. "I don't really know my way around the school but, do you want me to come to the school nurse or something with you, you look pretty roughed up?"
"Erm..."
He just stands there. I think he's struggling with what to do, whether to stay here or run off somewhere else.
"Can I take that as a yes?"
Oddly enough he nods. Looks like he's not too proud to admit when he needs help. He looks like he's been through something terrible. Poor guy. He really is shocked. I don't exactly know why. People walk past, ignoring him. I even see one girl throw him a dirty look. Can it be that no one has been nice enough to even try and help him? How cruel is this new place I've come to. He can't be that invisible.
"Erm...come on then" I say as cheerfully as I can.
I don't know why but I have a real big urge to make him feel just an ounce of happiness, never mind an ounce, I want to make him really smile. Casey. My first friend in this new country. I look into those big blue eyes of his. He doesn't seem as afraid as he was before. His lips don't curve to tell me he's happier, but something in his eyes tell me he doesn't feel as devastated.
He looks a little weak at the knees, like he's going to collapse. I walk towards him quickly.
"I think you need a bit of help," I say.
I put his arms over my shoulder, and mine at his waist to help support him; gosh he looks so weak and ill and pale.
"C'mon, let's get you to a nurse."
I guide him into the school.
"Err...so where's the school nurses office?" I ask while looking up and down the corridor.
He looks up at me with tired eyes. For a moment he looks like he's gonna say something, but he just points down the corridor to where we need to go.
"Yep, right" I reply to his actions.
Is he ever gonna say anything?
We turn a corner. Suddenly bumping into two guys; Marc and Gabe.
"Well, well, well" Gabe says. "What have we got here?"
I look at them for a second and then back at Casey. I still don't know his name when this is happening, but seeing as I'm telling you this from a day or two later, I know already.
As I was saying, I look back to Casey. His eyes are so filled with fright again. They dart from Gabe to Marc to me and then to down the corridor.
Gabe comes around me, he won't keep his eyes away from me and it's kinda scary.
"C'mon, let's get you to the nurse" I state, ignoring the two weirdo's staring at us. But what was really freaky was the way Marc kept on staring at Casey the way he did. Casey is shaking really badly, I can feel it as he leans back a little into my arm, almost so that it's too hard to hold him up.
I lead him down the corridor. Listening to the sounds behind me in case one of them freaks comes back. I can feel their eyes glued to us as we turn the corner at the end of the corridor.
"Shit man, who were those guys? They freaked the hell outta me, and it don't look like it was just me they freaked out." I say, nervously but kinda calmly at the same time.
Casey doesn't say anything. He still just looks up at me, without saying a word.
"Please, just tell me your name at least" I almost beg.
He stares at me for a moment. "I don't wanna say the wrong thing" he suddenly says, a wave of fear hangs in his voice.
"I just wanna know your name" I say "What ever you say wont be wrong, why would it?"
He sighs and looks down towards the floor. "Because I'm used to everyone thinking, saying I'm wrong, I'm not used to being treated like everyone else. It scares me."
That just depresses the hell out of me. Poor guy I think to myself again. "You shouldn't be used to being treated lower than others, its not fair" I pause for a second, I just wanna go around the school and punch everyone who ever hurt this boy. Deep down, I know I'm too much of a coward to really do it...but if push came to shove, I'm pretty sure I'd defend him. I shake my head at how cruel the world is.
"What's your name?" I ask again.
"Casey" he replies.
"Casey, huh? Nice name" I smile as agreeably as I can, considering the circumstances. "Well, Case, you don't mind if I call ya that do ya?"
He shakes his head.
"Well, Case..." I begin again. "...Don't you worry about saying the wrong thing, or being ignored, or treated wrongly by me." I pause once more for a short moment. "You know what…you're the first friend I've ever made in America, I'd like it to stay that way, if ya don't mind of course?"
For the first time since I've been around him he smiles and I can't help but smile too. He has such a beautiful smile. I don't think many people get to see it though. He looks down to the ground and back up at me a few times, trying to hide the smile. I think he's shy or something like that. He almost collapses again, but he just starts laughing, and then for some weird unknown to me, reason I start laughing too, and so…we're both laughing for no reason and its crazy when you think about it. We just keep laughing. If anyone goes past they'll think we're mad. He starts to cough and I stop laughing.
"You okay?" I ask concerned.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." he answers
"I think we better get back to going to the nurses office" I say.
When we finally get to the nurses office, the nurse comes out just as we get to the door. We almost bump into her.
"Oh, what's wrong with you today then, Casey" she says not so enthusiastic. I don't like the tone in her voice. She should be more concerned than this. Casey looks down again.
"I think he was attacked. He seems quite badly hurt. You know…you should expel the people who did this to him, they have to be monsters (I would go for something a little more tactile like 'Absolute Fing Bastards, but hey, what you gonna do) to hurt him like this. I'm sure this can't be the first time something like this has happened." I finish, getting more frustrated as I go on.
"Well, come through then Casey" she says like she hasn't even heard what I just said.
"Can I come...he seems kinda scared, I don't think he want to be alone."
"And just who might you be?" she asks impatiently.
"My name is Francesca, I'm new here, but I just made friends with Casey. Please, just let me go with him." My hand automatically grips a small handful of his T Shirt.
"I'm sorry, but shouldn't you be getting to class..."
"No. why are you ignoring what I'm saying, don't you care that he doesn't want to be alone" I say. I really am getting angry by now.
Suddenly Casey interrupts. "It's ok Francesca, I'll see you later" he says. He's pleading with me, using those puppy dog eyes of his as a brainwashing device, and eventually, I give in. I wish hadn't though.
"Are you sure?" I ask him.
He nods. "Alright, see you later then, hope you feel better soon," I say. Man, I feel pathetic when I say that. I feel like I'm abandoning him, even though he wants me to go. So I go. I say goodbye, and watch him go in there, and then I go. Casey, nice name, don't ya think so?
Lol - Haven't got a clue why I wrote this, just felt like it, pls review, want more tell me in review, Thanx, luv, Cesca, x Casey da cutest character ever...