Hey! Once again I didn't write this. Thank you for the reviews! You each get a virtual cookie. Btw ,author, I caught a few typos and fixed them hope u dont mind XD
This contains violence and strong language.
Disclaimer: I'm only saying this once. Hiromu Arakawa owns Fullmetal Alchemist.
Conflict
Edward brushed his blond bangs away from his face as the hot summer air blew past him. He knew it was only a matter of time before he got home and he couldn't be late or he'd never hear the end of it. Every day after school seemed to be the same. Every school night Al would go off with one of his friends and not be back home for a couple hours. Then Ed would have to walk home by himself, his mother would be gone at work and he would have to awkwardly greet his father who would be sitting in the living room with a beer in his hand. He felt grateful when it was finally the weekend because Alphonse would always stay home and do homework while his friends went out to parties. Lucky for Ed, Alphonse never enjoyed getting together with large groups and drinking until you couldn't remember anything.
He kicked at a pebble on the side walk as he started to walk home. He kept his head down, avoiding the passing cars on the highway and people peering out of their house windows. Edward's appearance was enough to make people feel uneasy. The fact that he grew his hair out made him look like a bad boy, but he did wear it back in a braid to avoid it getting in his face.
He jerked his head up when he ran into a hard figure. Just his luck, the one boy he didn't want to see. Brandon. The hugest guy in school. He was one of those guys you'd call a jock. He was on practically every one of the school teams, and was crazy jacked because he did outside sports as well. He was also more of a popular kid. Everyone in the school knew him and he went out to parties, drank, did drugs and god knows what else.
He glared at Edward as he turned away from his group. He may have only been in grade twelve, but he looked exactly like an adult. He may have had hair at one point but he made sure to keep it short so it was more handy for playing sports and it made him look even older. His large arm hung over a younger girl, perhaps in grade ten who seemed to be his girl friend. No matter what day it was, Ed always saw Brandon with a different girl. Definitely a player.
"Well guys, if it isn't the pipsqueak." Brandon roared with a laugh. The other jocks in the group began to laugh as they pulled a package of smokes from their bag.
Edward glared hard at them. If there was one thing he hated more than anything was being called short. Sure, he wasn't the tallest guy in the school, but he was quite short for his age, even Al was almost taller than him.
"I suggest you move, squirt. I don't wanna accidentally step on you because I can't see you." Brandon laughed again taking a cigarette from one of his buddies.
"Fuck you." Edward growled shoving Brandon in the chest and walking past him.
"What the hell did you just say to me?" He snapped grabbing Edward's shirt and shoving him against the chain linked fence. Evidently, Brandon loved nothing more than to pick on Ed. He didn't know why, but Brandon seemed to like everyone in the school except him.
"I said, what the hell did you say to me?"
"I didn't say anything, now if you don't mind, I need to get home." Edward glared, he showed no sign of fear against the predator.
"Why, so you can go and cry to your mommy?" he laughed. He looked over his shoulder at his friends nodding his head in satisfaction with the comment.
"No, I just don't really wanna be around you. So why don't you just take your bimbo girlfriend and go smoke pot over there behind that tr-"
BANG
Brandon's fist collided with Edward's face, sending him collapsing to the ground. He gave his side a hard kick when he was down, then grabbed his hair.
"I suggest you never talk to me like that again." he warned, shoving Ed's face into the ground. He got up and lead the way to his truck a few steps away in the parking lot, the rest of the group followed.
Edward slowly got up, using the fence to help support him. He grazed over his face with his fingers and could already feel a welt starting to form on his left cheek bone. his hands were cold against his face, which was now flushed. He knew he shouldn't have said any of that, especially to Brandon of all people, but since the beginning of the school year, Brandon never left him alone and it was really getting on his nerves. His black shirt was now stained with brown streaks of dirt from the sidewalk. Ed swore as he tried to clean if off, but his attempts failed. He hurried back to his route home and arrived about fifteen minutes later.
I actually drew a picture of Ed being pushed against the chain link fence, but I'll add the link later. Review and I'll post the next chapter soon!
