WARNING: Beware of possible spelling and grammatical errors; I don't fix those til after I finish a story. If that bugs you, I'm sorry. Its how I work.

"Fight! Fight! Fight!

Wham!

She jumped, her books almost flying from her hands as she stumbled back from her locker as a large male with dark black hair, dark eyes, and wearing a letter-mans jacket is slammed against it, shutting it roughly and leaving a slight dint from his head against the metal. His face, nose dripping blood, is contorted in rage, as he pushed off the locker.

"Hey jock-strap! Had enough!" Standing with shoulders squared and fist clenched was another male with long blonde hair pulled back in a small ponytail at the base of his neck. He was tall, probably around six foot, with broad shoulders, light facial hair, and blue eyes. He was wearing a black shirt with ripped up sleeves and SON written in big, bold, white letters, and a pair of baggy, grease and oil stained, ripped up jeans and boots.

"Teller! You son of a bitch!" The dark haired jock roared, spitting blood and saliva. "I'm gonna kick your ass!" The blonde male rolled his eyes and popped his neck. "Hey, Richie! Chill out, dude. I don't wanna kick your ass too much. Don't you have game to loose this week?" This caused the dark haired jock, Richie, to snap and lunge at the other male, causing a roll and rip tumble to start.

The hallway was an uproar of cheers and screams of fear. Many of the cheerleaders were split between cheering for Richie and the other male, while some a lot of the trashy, but pretty, girls cheered for one guy. "Abel! Kick his ass!" one yelled over the roar of the other girls, causing them all to laugh, as she rolled her eyes and tried to push through the crowd that was blocking her from her destination; the library.

"Watch it, bitch!" was all she heard before she was roughly pushed into the center, grunting as she slammed into the ground, her books flying and slamming into the back of Richie's head, as a swift jab to the jaw was made by Abel Teller, causing the jock to fly back towards her. She cringed and threw her arms up in reflex defense. She let out a chocked cry as the back of her shirt was yanked, and she was pulled back before the taller male slammed into the ground where she'd been.

"Man! You were almost killed!" she blinked and opened her eyes, gasping and stifling a cry as a pair of blue-green eyes slightly covered by long dusty brown hair on a grinning face, looked back at her. "Bro! You almost turned her into jock roadkill!" he laughed, picking her up easily and putting her to her feet. Abel looked up from wiping Richie's blood off his knuckles onto his jeans, as Coach Juniors and Mr. Lee, one of the P.E. teachers and the Geometry teacher, came storming down the hall towards the mob of people, causing all the kids to scramble away as she began to grab her books in frustration.

"Teller! God dammit, what the hell?" Coach Junior bellowed, barreling up to him and grabbing him by the scruff of the back of his vest and shirt. For an old guy who'd been teaching at the school for over fourty years, he was pretty fast and in shape. He shook him and pointed to Richie, who was being sat up and looked at by Mr. Lee. "Two weeks til graduation! Two goddamn weeks and you pull this shit? I know you work at that damn garage and around a lot of fumes, but what the hell is wrong with you?"

Abel rolled his eyes in a gesture of boredom, as she picked up her last book and stood silently, waiting to see if she was addressed for anything. Beside her was still the same male who had picked her up. He had a grin on his face and was trying not to laugh. "Wipe that look off your face, John Teller," Mr. Lee snapped, pointing at him with a glare. John's grin dropped and he almost seemed to pout, as Mr. Lee's blinked in surprise as he stared at her. "Emma Young... What... Miss Young what are you doing here?"

Emma blinked and shifted her books in her arms. A World History, AP Psychology, and AP Chem book and a two library books were really heavy when you weren't moving. "Sorry, sir. I was at my locker," she pointed to the now dented locker with no decorations on it ",when Mr. Oltz's head was slammed against my locker. I tried to retreat to the library, when I was shoved into the middle and almost injured by Mr. Oltz after Mr. Teller got him."

Abel glared slightly at her as she basically told on him. Who cares. She didn't owe him anything. He had made her late to the library, had almost gotten her hurt, and she was not going to be thrown into detention because of him or Charming High's current star quarterback, Richie Oltz. The only one who she would possibly cover for at this time would be John teller and only because he kept her from getting hurt by Richie's landing.

Mr. Lee shook his head and stood up, bringing Richie to his feet. "This is no place for you. You have the valedictorian speech to be working on. Go on," he gestured her off towards the direction of the library. "We'll come and get you if Miss Oswald needs you. Teller," he pointed to John. "Go with miss Young then I want you to go home and tell your parents that your brother will most likely be serving afternoon detention."

With that Mr. Lee began to escort and carry Richie Oltz to the Principals office. Abel and John shared a look, before Abel was yanked off by Coach Junior behind Lee, chewing the blonde haired male a new hole. Emma blinked, watching, before she silently turned around, leaving John to watch his brother.

"Wha-Hey! Whoa, wait up!" She didn't slow down or speed up, as she heard John catch up to walk beside her. He was a well developed Sophmore. He wasn't as tall as Abel, but he was taller than her five foot six inches. His features were sharper than his brothers, and he had a clownish attitude, while Abel had that, but a sort of I'll kick your ass vibe as well. The Teller boys were hard to explain. She'd been going to school with Abel since her and her family moved back to Charming when she was twelve; six years ago.

"So hey, you OK? How'd you end up on the ground?" Emma adjusted her books as she saw the library. "I was pushed. I was in someones way, so they pushed me away." She saw him nod out the corner of her eye, stopping to blink as she realized her vision was getting blurry. She reached up to touch her eyes, and groaned. Her glasses were gone!

John began to laugh. "Oh man1 I was wondering how long you'd go before you realized they were gone!" she turned to glare at him, only to stumble back in surprise as her glasses were pushed onto her face. "Found em on the ground. Better?"

She nodded. "Thank-you, I suppose." he wrinkled his nose and shrugged. "Well I supposeI'll be off. Nice talking to ya... Emma, right?" she nodded again, waving as he stuffed his hands in his baggy jeans and walked away. She watched him, before walking into the library, ready to calm down a possibly worried Mr. Quillam, the librarian.

Started this a long time ago, picked it back up. Not really sure where I'm going with it, oreven if I'll be continueing after I post the first six chapters. We'll see. If you all like it I might continue.

Also, yes, this is a story taking place when Abel is older. John Thomas Teller is his half brother, the baby we see Tara preggers with. This is bassed around Abel, so who knows how much of the other characters we'll get... Just saying.