Hello everyone~ So, I'm going to try and post a new chapter every Tuesday. But next week I will be going on vacation so I won't be posting. So this week I will post two chapter. I hope you enjoy the story. c:

-VioletHorizon

Chapter 2

Something was wrong with me. I hadn't been able to sleep the whole night through after seeing him pick up that cat and look at it so affectionately. But maybe I was more interested in just seeing that face he made. Why would he make such a face at an animal? It was weird, the more I thought about it, I had never really seen that face on anyone before, not even the girls I had gotten together with. They had never looked at me like that—like I was the light of their world. They always looked at me like they had won some trophy. Maybe that's what I was missing. Maybe that's why everything was becoming so boring—because I had no one to constantly look at me like that.

I sighed and got out of bed. I had a feeling today was going to be a really long day. Thankfully there wasn't a game or even practice after school today. Maybe if I was lucky enough I would be able to get out of school without a group of girls following me so I could come home and sleep.

I looked at the clock on my nightstand. It was still early, but I could get up and shower and wait. There didn't seem to be a point for me to just continue to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling.

I made my way across the cul-de-sac and was greeted by a blonde haired, blued eyed, cheery every morning girl. I sighed and rubbed the back of my head as she started talking about the football game and how she thought it was. She gave me her point of view and complimented me as she wrapped her arms around mine. She didn't seem to get the hint that I really wasn't in the mood for talking this morning.

My eyes flickered to a black beanie as it made its way into my line of vision. He looked tired. Had he been up all night taking care of the kitten he had collected last night? Was he going to keep it? Maybe give it to a shelter? Why was I wondering these things when I really had no interest in the guy?

The bus pulled to the curb and I quickly got on board before anyway one. I claimed my seat in the back of the bus and tried to drive the thoughts away. Why would seeing him pick up a cat fill my mind with thoughts and questions about him?

-Tick-

-Tock-

-Diiiiiing-

The morning had taken forever but it was finally time for lunch. I made my way to the table in the corner of the cafeteria where the rest of the jocks were sitting and laughing. I was greeted with hands shakes and back slaps.

"That game last night was great," someone said beside me.

"Please, it was a runaway game," another said from across the table. "The other team didn't even stand a chance."

"Ha! Not when we have such a great QB on our team," some slapped me on the back as they all laughed and agreed.

For some reason I wasn't really listening to their conversation. I felt drained, like all the energy that should be with me, wasn't. I felt like I wanted to curl up and sleep for the next three days. Something that wouldn't be happening any time soon. It was only Thursday and if I wanted to get into a good college, I had to stay in school and I had to keep my grades up. I'd already been scouted by several colleges but all of them told me weak grades and I would never play for their teams.

"Ha," one of the boys laughed beside me. "Aww look it's the little nerd. He can't find his friends."

Another got up from his seat beside me, "maybe we should help him find them. What do you think Chris?"

"Sounds like a plan to me, Mike," Chris replied.

My eye flicked to the red shirt, black beanie wearing boy I had seen last night—the one I knew. I got to my feet before I could stop myself and the boys froze.

"Aww you going to join us cap," Mike asked. "It's been a while since you have picked on the Dweebs with us."

"Ha, when was the last time," Derick asked. "Wasn't it when we cornered Eddy in the bathroom and made him take off his pants so we could flush them?"

They all started laughing.

"Hey remember the time Eddy got pudding all over his face," Raymond chimed in, "Kevin walked right past him and slammed the tray upwards. I died laughing."

"I hear he had pudding coming out his nose for days," Chris laughed.

Mike held up a hand, "remember the time we tied his underpants to a tree branch and just left him hanging there?"

"That guy is never going to have kids," Brian chimed in from the end of the table.

"Ed's no better off with some of the things we've thrown at him," Mike snickered.

"Yeah but maybe the world is better off then. Who would want to be with a dweeb like that," Raymond rolled his eyes. "The world can do without stupid like that."

"Mmm," Glen mused. "It's been a while since we have picked on the last Edd. Double D, isn't it?"

For some reason my blood was boiling at all of this. The other two I didn't mind so much about, but the moment they turned their eyes towards Double D I couldn't take it. I pressed a hand to my forehead. But why couldn't I handle it was the question. It was just Double D.

"Hey Double Dweeb," Mike called. My eyes came across a scene that had my stomach twist.

Mike had his hand on Double D's shoulder and the smaller, much skinner boy shrunk. He dropped his lunch tray and curled up as best he could as if he were trying to defend himself. My heart sank to somewhere in the depths of my stomach.

"Aww what's the matter," Chris asked. "You just lost all your lunch."

"Yeah," Glen said, getting up from his seat beside me. "We just wanted to help you find your friends."

"T-that's very courteous. B-but no thank you," Double D was shaking. His hands slid up to the ends of his beanie as he gently tugged it further onto his head.

"What's up with that beanie anyway," Raymond's hand shot out from his side to grab the top of the hat on the meek boys head.

"Why don't you show us what's under that hat of yours," Mike chuckled.

"N-no! P-please let go," Double D hollered.

Many of the other students had begun to watch the scene that was beginning to play out in the corner of the cafeteria. I was nervous and scared. Why, I wasn't quite sure. But the back of my mind was telling me that I had to stop them. I couldn't let them do bad things to Double D.

No.

I didn't want them to touch him with their hands.

I ignored that final thought and pushed away from the table. Raymond tugged, Double D cried out, and my fist flew. My fist landed square on Raymond's cheek and he fell to the ground, his hands flying to his face. I knew that all eyes were on me as Raymond shouted why the fuck I did something like that. But he wasn't the only one. The other jocks around me were screaming, too.

But I was louder and everyone was silent.

I could feel the intensity in my own eyes as I looked from jock to jock. I felt intimidated by myself as I spat the words through clenched teeth, "don't touch the dweeb."