Disclaimer: All characters are from "Boston Public" and are used here without permission. I do not claim to own them. The title titles of the chapter are lines from the song "Adam's Song" by Blink 182, which I do not claim to own.
Author's Note: This is a fic exploring Scott's feelings for Lauren and vice versa. It's a little morbid, which is why it's rated PG-13, just to be safe.
Scott's Song
by KitLee
Chapter 1 - I'm too depressed to go on
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How many times had Scott tried to talk a student out of just what he was doing now? It didn't really matter. He wasn't going to be detered from it just as they weren't. The mature vice-principal in his head was yelling at him. "Don't do this!" it told him.
"Well, why shouldn't I?" I asked himself. "It isn't as if I have much to live for. The students hate me. The teachers hate me. And they ridicule me, of course. Including the love of my life. Why shouldn't I?"
He wondered who would care if he'd died. Who would cry? Would George? Would Janice? Would Steven? He couldn't picture anyone else even caring that he'd died. Would Lauren? He tried to picture her crying over his death and failed. Most likely she and the rest of the teachers would be glad for the death of The Gestapo, Vice Principal Hitler.
He stared first at the pills in his hand and then at the glass of wine beside him. In one quick motion, before he could change his mind, he dropped the pills in the wine and then gulped it down.
*****
Steven was worried about Scott. He'd never seen Scott so depressed and morose before. He tried to call him, but again and again no one picked up. Something told him that Scott wasn't okay, so he drove to Scott's apartment.
He felt foolish as he ascended the steps. 'I'm just seeing if one of my best friends would like to go get a drink. I'm not checking up on him,' he told himself.
When he got to Scott's door, it was only partially closed. Steven pushed his way in and stared in shock at the scene before him. Scott lay, crumpled on the ground, a bottle of wine and a bottle of pills lay next to him.
Steven moved purposely to the phone and called for an ambulance. He bent over and tried to give Scott CPR. He wasn't going to let his friend die.
Author's Note: This is a fic exploring Scott's feelings for Lauren and vice versa. It's a little morbid, which is why it's rated PG-13, just to be safe.
Scott's Song
by KitLee
Chapter 1 - I'm too depressed to go on
*****
How many times had Scott tried to talk a student out of just what he was doing now? It didn't really matter. He wasn't going to be detered from it just as they weren't. The mature vice-principal in his head was yelling at him. "Don't do this!" it told him.
"Well, why shouldn't I?" I asked himself. "It isn't as if I have much to live for. The students hate me. The teachers hate me. And they ridicule me, of course. Including the love of my life. Why shouldn't I?"
He wondered who would care if he'd died. Who would cry? Would George? Would Janice? Would Steven? He couldn't picture anyone else even caring that he'd died. Would Lauren? He tried to picture her crying over his death and failed. Most likely she and the rest of the teachers would be glad for the death of The Gestapo, Vice Principal Hitler.
He stared first at the pills in his hand and then at the glass of wine beside him. In one quick motion, before he could change his mind, he dropped the pills in the wine and then gulped it down.
*****
Steven was worried about Scott. He'd never seen Scott so depressed and morose before. He tried to call him, but again and again no one picked up. Something told him that Scott wasn't okay, so he drove to Scott's apartment.
He felt foolish as he ascended the steps. 'I'm just seeing if one of my best friends would like to go get a drink. I'm not checking up on him,' he told himself.
When he got to Scott's door, it was only partially closed. Steven pushed his way in and stared in shock at the scene before him. Scott lay, crumpled on the ground, a bottle of wine and a bottle of pills lay next to him.
Steven moved purposely to the phone and called for an ambulance. He bent over and tried to give Scott CPR. He wasn't going to let his friend die.