Title: Fury
Author: Hula Hoop Queen
Pairing: Spashley
Rating: M
Summary: Spencer does not return unpopular Aiden's affections. What she doesn't know is that she has helped release the fury in Adien that has been held in for far too long.

Author's Notes: This is my first real attempt at fan fiction. I've been writing original fiction, poetry and plays steadily since 9th grade when I majored in creative writing at an art high school in my hometown. The early Stephen King novel, Rage, inspired this story. He wrote it under the pseudonym Richard Bachman. It was published in 1977 and again in 1985 as a part of The Bachman Books, a collection of some of his Bachman works. King allowed the story to go out of print due to the similarities between it and the Columbine High School Massacre. If you're lucky, you may find The Bachman Books at your local library (like I did), at a used book store or you can purchase it online. It's a graphic and disturbing, yet compelling read. Fury is going to be as just as dark and explicit as Rage but with a South of Nowhere twist. It's an AU fic, where Aiden is an unpopular, non-athletic loner. If the depiction of school violence offends you, stay far away from this story. It's going to get bloody and scary, kids, so be prepared. Here it is without further ado, Fury.

Chapter 1

Spencer Carlin wanted to strangle Aiden Dennison, the little freak. He was obsessed with her. Giving her mushy love notes, calling her house into the wee hours of the morning and following her around school like a duckling who thinks that whatever it sees first is its mother. It was going on for nearly the entire school year. She was nice to him at first, as he had very little friends and was shy. He developed feelings for the girl and misinterpreted her pity and kindness for love. She kept telling him she was not interested in him romantically, while trying to spare his feelings, but he just did not get the hint. He was now skating on extremely thin ice. He looked at her with concern as he tried to hand her a small white teddy bear, with red and pink kisses all over it.
"I got this teddy just for you", he said, sweetly.
"Did I ask you to get me a teddy?" she snarled, giving him a little shove.
"I just thought you would like it."
He looked down at his feet, dejected. Her anger ended just as quickly as it came. She immediately felt sorry for him, all over again.
"I'm sorry for being so harsh. Aiden, look at me."
" I just…"
"Aiden. Look. At. Me."
He slowly raised his head.
"I don't like you the way you think I do. We're just friends and that's all we're ever going to be, okay? Do you understand me?"
" Yeah, I guess."
She gently took the bear from his hand.
"This teddy is really cute, you know? Thanks for giving it to me."
"You're welcome."
" Don't look so sad. I still want to be your friend, if that's okay."
" It's never going to be okay, Spencer. I love you."
" But, I don't. You can't make me love you, no matter what you do. In fact, I'm in love with someone else."
" Who?"
" I'd rather not say. I've got to get going. Lunch just started five minutes ago."
She put the bear in her locker, shut it and as she walked briskly away, she gave the heart broken boy a dazzling smile. He did not return it. His mood shifted from sadness to anger. How could she do this to me? She has no right to play with my emotions, like some damn video game. She was being nice to make me think I was cool, just to bring me down. She isn't nice. She's a manipulative little bitch. That's what I saw today. I'm sick off all the popular kids. They make me want to puke with their designer clothes, money and all the glory they get. Spencer makes the honor roll every year, plays soccer and tennis, and volunteers at every single school function. Everybody loves Spencer. I thought I did too. Now, I hate her. I want to smash her pretty little head against the wall until her skull cracks open and her blood paints the wall, with a warm and crimson glow. I want her to scream for her life. She has to pay. They all have to pay, for purposely bumping into me, for making me sit by myself every fucking day alone at lunch, for stealing things from my locker, pushing me into a dumpster and calling me names like Flea Trap, Dust Cloud and Scumbag. No one can stop them. The teachers think they're all fucking saints. They won't do goddamn thing. It's up to me. I have to stop them, once and for all. He made his way to the cafeteria, a plot already forming in his mind.
Meanwhile, Spencer was already seated her usual lunch table, picking at her food. She still felt bad for snapping at Aiden.
"Hey, Spence", Ashley Davies asked from across from her, attempting to get her attention, "is everything okay with you? You haven't said anything since you sat down."
" I'm just thinking…"
"About what?"
"Aiden."
" That little, skinny thing still pining for you?"
" Yeah. He gave me a teddy bear while I was at my locker a few minutes ago and I blew up at him. He looked so … sad, like a lost puppy. I apologized to him and put the bear in my locker. I think he finally got the message."
" Did anything else happen?"
" I told him I was in love with someone else."
" And who might that be?"
" You know who"…
"I 'm thinking it's a petite girl with curly brunette hair."
" That could be anybody…"
"Spencer…"
Spencer grinned at Ashley and reached for her hand under the table as she swiftly scanned the quad to see anyone had noticed their playful banter. Everyone was engrossed in his or her own conversations, everyone but Aiden. He sat alone in at a table in a corner, nibbling on a sandwich. He locked eyes with Spencer and she noticed he did not look at her in adoration like he usually did. Instead she saw fury in his piercing, blue eyes. It sent a shiver down her spine.
"Spencer," Ashley called out, "what's the matter?"
Spencer tore away from the boy's cold stare. I have never seen him look so angry before. I must have broken the poor guy's heart. I'll try talking to him tomorrow. I don't want him to hate me. He needs at least one friend. Most people treat him like crap because he's a weak little thing that can't stand up for himself. It's awful. He didn't do anything to anyone. People can be so mean for no reason. Why can't they just leave him alone? He really isn't that bad of a kid. He's just misunderstood. No one wants to understand him. I wonder what that feels like. Ashley tried to reach out to her.
"Spencer, you're zoning out again. Are you sure you're fine?"
" Of course I am, sweetie. Everything's fine."
She let go of Ashley's hand and began to dig into her macaroni and cheese.

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