A/N: I'm insane, I'm writing (Starting, I never finish a chapter in one sitting) a story I SHOULDN'T be writing yet at 1:47 in the morning, still in my I'm-too-lazy-to-go-out clothes from the day before (Shorts and t-shirt) and wearing my glasses instead of contacts because I WANT to go to sleep but really don't feel like it because I drank too much milk tonight…
Milk is yummy though.
Anyways, this is the prequel to Defection, if you haven't read Defection yet you should, otherwise all the connections will seem lame and totally foreseen. WARNING! This is not for those who hate sad or seriously dark stories, as this is literally the 180 of Defection, little humor and much sadness TT
I need to take a bath…
My 15th birthday is coming… very slowly… but it is coming… and with my birthday comes the thanksgiving party at my grandparent's and with that…
BOOZE! AND FOOD! AND TRAP SHOOTING WITH A MASSIVE HANGOVER! AND MAKING FUN OF EVERYONE AND BLAMING IT ON THE WINE! YAY HAVING A NOVEMBER BIRTHDAY!
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Nick counted the steps to his locker, moving his bushy red hair out from his eyes. It always happened at the 53rd step. He took the step and giggling rang out from behind him. For most people, the idea they were giggling at him/her could easily be shook off as paranoia. But after several moves from school to school, he knew the signs. The group was made of mostly girls, all junior. They were glancing at him or trying too hard not to; failing and looking out of the corners of their eyes. They each had binders with pictures of many different boys, most of them celebrities. They all chewed gum and made it painfully obvious. Their makeup was overdone to an incredible degree and it made them look like whores. Nick smirked. 'Probably what they were going for anyways.' They were the kind of people that made fun of him. Nick twisted his lock and then ducked. A fist smashed into his locked and he turned around to see a small mob of seniors in front of him.
"Shit." Nick muttered. "You brought more this time." He raised his voice to the giant.
"You have quite a mouth for a freshman." The giant brown haired jock replied. He had a boisterous voice and large muscles that only enhanced his image among the out-crowd as being a jackass. "Maybe we should help humble you a little."
"Isn't 5 trips to the office enough for you?" Nick said quietly. He cracked his knuckles. The girls that were giggling before were now taking pictures with their cell phones and calling people, a constant phrase Nick heard was: "Firefly's gonna take on the football team this time!" Nick smiled at the nickname. Firefly, he hated it, but it made him feel a little special, as if he needed it being one of two kids with red hair. At least the other kid didn't have a shitload of freckles on him, Nick constantly found himself being mocked for his skin and over the years had learn to curb his anger to the insults.
But it still didn't help much when confronted by someone who annoyed the crap out of Nick. Which gained him a reputation as having the worst temper in the school. His current record was 6 trips to the office for getting in fights. 4 of which he won, 1 that was stopped by yard duties, and one that was after school that was stopped by a police officer. All of his opponents were bigger than him, and many times they had friends, but a black belt in Taekwondo and experience in street fighting gave in the advantage in all his fights.
The jock jabbed and Nick ducked to the right of it, he lifted his leg and rammed it into the man and he reeled back in pain. His friends dived for him but Nick dived forward and rolled away, leaving a pile of jocks in his wake. Nick looked around, a crowd was gathering, and a crowd meant less room to dodge, and more friends for both sides. He recognized several people that would help him, but he wouldn't drag his friends into this. Nick walked forward and pushed the reeling man back. He opened his locked and pulled out a binder. He slammed the locked and walked over the fallen jocks to the hallway.
"God bless." He said mockingly as he disappeared behind the corner. The jock regained his composure and ran after him. When he turned the corner, Nick had disappeared. The giant cursed and stomped away in disdain.
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Nick walked up to the lunch table and sat down. His friends greeted him and went back to eating. Kira walked by and plopped by next to him.
"Hi Nicky!" She said cheerfully as she hugged him. Nick smiled back and wrapped his free arm around her waist.
"Hello Kira." Nick said as he removed the arm and looked over to Rob, who was playing his video games from across the table. "Uh… Rob?
"I'm not playing a game, I'm in the chat room. You're latest fight with Marcus already spread. This one was so fast that no one apparently got a good enough picture." Kira glared at Nick from the comment and Nick scooted away. Kira followed suit in the opposite direction. After a year of being together with Kira, who he had convinced everyone he 'loved' her, it became painfully obvious that Kira's playing-hard-to-get way of being in relationships was annoying him.
"Can't you just keep your fist to yourself?" Kira mumbled from a few feet away.
"Screw you." Nick said coldly. Everyone stared at Nick for a second, before resuming his or her previous actions. Kira huffed and looked to Rob. Who immediately shook his head.
"According to this, the jocks punched before Nick could say anything." Rob came to his fourteen year old friend's defense.
"Probably because he insulted them before." Kira mumbled to herself. Nick caught the sentence and got up from the table. He walked over to the other side where Rob was and sat down next to him. He glanced over to see a picture of him rolling away. It was blurry and looked fuzzy on the sides. But you could still see what was going on.
"Nice picture, better than the one of me ninja owning that one guy from the room." Nick smirked. His fights were usually the stuff of legends, while Nick was strong, and was told he punched hard, he never worked out so he remained only slightly tone. But he was smart when he fought; apathy for his opponents and for his own safety was his greatest assets.
"Honestly Nick, why do you do that to yourself? If you just stay quiet no one would bother you." Aislinn scooted over and looked at him from the other side of the table.
"Meh, I feel like telling those guys how stupid they are." Nick lied. In reality he was constantly mocked for things that he had no control over. The only thing that kept him sane was the fact that he was 5' 11" and half the school didn't want to bother someone bigger than them.
"You're such a bastard." Aislinn huffed. She looked over to Kira and started talking.
"They're talking about you." Rob said quietly.
"I know that…" Nick said coldly. "I don't know why she's my girlfriend."
"You're exact words were: She's a perfect angel." Rob quoted.
"Yeah, but to go on five dates and not even a kiss on the cheek?" Nick sighed. "She's playing a little too hard to get." Nick's head sunk. "I don't think she likes me anymore."
"It's kind of obvious." Rob sighed. "You guys spent so much time trying to make the move hurt less, the postponement only made it worse." Nick moaned in frustration and pulled out a book from his binder. He opened it and pulled out a pencil. He drew a chibi picture of himself whacking Kira over the head with a hammer. Pointing an arrow to her that said: 'Worst girlfriend EVER!' Rob chuckled and commented on how well Nick drew it.
'Oye… all my friends are clueless about me… so I can't really expect her to respect me anyways.' Nick looked to Kira and started reminiscing about times she would come over and they would play video games. 'But JESUS CHRIST! Even Aislinn was a better girlfriend! In fourth grade!'
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Nick walked into his room wearily. Dropping his backpack with a large THUD. He made his way slowly to the computer. Pressing a button on the white keyboard, a colorful screen popped up and revealed a chat window.
SNZRCAT999: Nick…
MADKID254: What's up Rob?
SNZRCAT999: Ya' know that dream I keep having?
MADKID254: The one with the talking rocks right?
SNZRCAT999: Yeah… Mid class, I felt myself floating, and this pink haired lady said something about being 'connected.'
MADKID254: Well, I still say it's your imagination, but if anything happens, text me by phone IMMEDIATELY. Ok?
SNZRCAT999: Roger.
SNZRCAT999 STARTED PLAYING WORLD OF WARCRAFT.
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Quick Authors Note: All of the things that look like they are out of place are exactly how they should be. I'M TRYING TO SHOW A THEME DAMN IT!
Speaking of Warcraft though mouse goes to The Frozen Throne icon NO! NO I WILL NOT! I WILL FINISH THE CHAPTER!
(Cue entrance of the angel and the devil on the shoulders.)
Angel: Good for you!
Devil: Oh play the game.
(Cue entrance of the Hobo that lives on my head.)
Hobo: FOR THE HORDE!
Angel: The Horde can suck 'ma balls!
Me: I thought you were supposed to be the angel.
Angel: I'm a good version of you
Me: Good point.
Hobo: Two plus two equals SALMON!
Devil: I hate my job…
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Nick rubbed his right hand. It started to cramp from the amount of notes he was taking. 'High School sucks.' He sighed.
He slid his left hand down and pulled his phone out carefully, he looked and a envelope was flashing on it. He opened it from under the desk.
NICK! ROOM 405! NOW! The screen read. Nick arched an eyebrow. He raised his hand. "Can I go to the bathroom?" The teacher sighed and pointed to the hall pass on his desk. Nick took the wooden panel and walked quickly out of the room. After the door was shut, he sprinted down the hallway. He turned a corner and saw a small crowd gathering around Room 405.
"Rob!" Nick yelled he moved through the crowd into the door. He saw Rob and Kira staring at a giant door. The door had a clown face on it with two crosses. Its chains had broken and dangled at the sides of the door. Behind the door, Nick saw a green field with trees and mountains littering the background. Nick walked in absent-mindedly.
"I'm not crazy." Rob muttered. Kira clung to Nick's arm and stared in disbelief.
"You see it too?" Kira asked. Nick grunted softly in response. A red-cloaked clown appeared and threw a die. It came face up as a two.
"The die says 2. Only two can go." Nick glared at the clown and the die shook. "I sense power from you…" The clown's smile grew.
"I'm going." Nick said. Rob looked at Kira for a second and backed down. "Where do you think your going?" Nick's gaze averted to the die. It shook a little more.
"Hidden power…" The clown mumbled. "I wonder… who did Diana really call for?" The clown waved his hand over the die and it turned to a three. "You may all come." Nick smiled wickedly and walked forward. Kira didn't move and he looked back to see her pleading look.
"Nick… our families…" She said quietly. Nick shook her arm off. He shot her a cold look and looked forward.
"This is my only shot to find the world I dream of." Nick walked a few steps. "I'm not passing it up because my family will be sad. If you want to stay…" He looked back. "You're the one who has to tell them why I did it." He smiled. "You can do that, right?"
"I don't want to leave everyone else though!" Kira yelled. Rob walked up to the door with Nick.
"C'mon, there was a way there, there will be a way back!" He yelled. Kira huffed and ran to meet them. The doors burst open with light and the three walked through the door. They found themselves falling to bright green fields at an amazingly slow rate. Nick smiled and started doing a backstroke in the air.
"I already like it here!" Nick flipped around and landed on his feet. He did another flip and flew over a hill. He landed on his feet and sprinted off. Kira and Rob both sighed at their friend and quickly chased after him.
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A/N: Meh, I give it a 6/10 for an opening chapter. I'll do better next time I promise! Anyways, my dad got a new job so I have to move. Originally I didn't like the idea, but then today he came home from the town he has to fly to for another few weeks before we move and he brought BONITO FLAKES! Why is this important? BECAUSE NOW WE CAN MAKE MISO SOUP AT MY HOUSE! YAY MISO SOUP!
FOOTBALL SEASON IS A COMIN'! GO RAIDERS! (They better do well this year or I'm shooting the coach for drafting poorly.)
Oh and MarHeavenAngel? WASABI RULES!!!!!!! (I think her happiness is contagious.)