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Title: Hi Dave, I'm your second chance. Gunna take it?
Rating: T
Paring:Klaine, Dave/OC
Disclaimer: I don't own glee, if I did, well, lets not even get into that... _
Chapter Two ~ Just A Little White Lie
I drove slowly back to my house not wanting to get there to fast. I really didn't want to deal with my dad and his concern and having to lie through my teeth about where I was. Especially today. I f he knew I was with Boris...the old man would flip out. Let me tell you that.
Fuck my life is still messed up. Even with this possibility of a second chance...I can not screw this one up. Defiantly can NOT screw this one.
I parked in the drive way and got out slowly. I retrieved my keys and headed up through the door. My old man was sitting in the couch. He looked up.
"David where have you been?", he asked.
"Just out with the guys", I lied.
"Watch did you guys do?",he asked.
Crap. Does he know... "Just tossed a football around, had some fun. Saw some girls".I shrugged.
He simply nodded and I started to the stairs.
"Dave?".
"Hm?", I asked. I didn't turn around.
"Speaking of girls, bring one home won't you? I haven't seen you with a girl since, well, before the Hummel incident...".
I tensed up. "Um, sure dad. I've had my eye on Santana Lopez for a while...see if she wants to go to Bread Stixs or something...",I started mumbling at the end of the sentence.
"Good".
I fled up the stairs to the safety of my room. I shut the door quietly. I saw the punching bag and started beating the crap out of it. I was muttering horrible things under my breath. The skin on my knuckles started ripping, the pink skin underneath becoming red and sore, starting to bleed. I didn't care. I relished in the pain.
"Why does life have to be so fucked up?", I muttered as I flopped onto my bed.
I lay there wanting an answer and knowing I wouldn't get one. I snorted as I hugged a pillow. Then I remembered. Boris.
I quickly pulled my phone and searched for the contact. I found it and just stared at it. Once I did this I couldn't go back. This would seal the deal if I was going to really change my ways around. And even though I really wanted to, I was reluctant. I mean this was me. But I had driven Kurt, beautiful Kurt away from me and straight into the competitions arms. Boris could help me.
I took a deep breathe and hit the call button. He answered on the first ring.
"Hello?", his melodic voice asked.
"Um, hey Boris. Its Dave", I said quietly.
"Hey Dave. Why'd you call? Is something wrong?".
I laughed nervously. "You could say that...".
"Do you wanna talk about it?".
"Yes, but not over the phone. Can you meet me some where?".
There was a slight pause. "Do you know where the Old Oak Park is?".
"Yeah."
"Meet me there at six?".
I nodded. And after a few moments he said, "Dave?".
Stupid! "Uh, yeah. I'll see you then."
"Okay. Bye Dave".
A slight shiver went through me as he spoke my name. Like a soft breeze.
"Bye Boris."
And I then hung up wondering what I was going to say.
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