AUTHORS' NOTE
Kyle: Whew! Five thousand words in five days. That wasn't easy.
Lyle: Welcome back, everyone, with the second chapter of Assault and Battery! In this chapter, we'll see how Steven acts on his first day at Royal Woods High.
Kyle: And if the title doesn't blow it away, we're gonna see Steven barely managing to keep his anger in check during the day. Besure to read and review!
To say dinner was awkward would be an understatement. Steven remained silent the whole occasion, avoiding eye contact and eating with his left hand, which caused a bit of a mess on the tablecloth. He was silently praying that spaghetti and meatballs won't leave stubborn stains on it. This sucks, He thought to himself. C'mon, Steve-O, break the ice. Say something normal. He guided, swallowing down what he chewed. He then opened his mouth. Say something normal, "Uhhh… So, what's happenin'?" Great job, He smirked internally.
"Well, I don't know where kids hang at these days, so why not make Carol show you around the city?" Claire offered.
"I don't mind." Carol said. "I got nothing else to do after school."
"School, huh?" Steven muttered.
"Oh, right!" matriarch snapped her fingers. "Your mother called while you were upstairs, sweetie. She said she had your school file sorted out. All you need to do is pay a visit to the principal's office tomorrow." She explained.
"I'll do that." Steven replied monotonously.
"So, tell me," The patriarch spoke. "How's life in New York?" He asked.
"Well… it's nothing like in the postcards, for starters. There's a lot of thugs and criminals roaming the streets." Steven started. "You say 'Hi' and they just glare at you and say Keep walkin'." He exampled. "People are always on a rush during the day, and it gets really silent and empty the during night. It takes a lot to survive in that environment."
"Then, how did you survive?" Conner asked.
Steven turned his head to meet Conner's gaze. "It's simple," He started, showing his injured hand at the preteen. "It's a sink or swim kind of logic. You can say I learned to swim." He explained with a smirk.
"Personally, I never see what good comes from fighting." Carol said, taking a forkful of her spaghetti.
"I agree," The matriarch added.
"Well, sometimes, fightin' is the only option you have. Don't worry, aunt Claire," Steven assured. "I don't pick bones with people… Unless they wanna pick a bone with me, of course." He muttered the last bit.
"I tend to agree with Steven, honey." The patriarch stated. "Sometimes, we have to be aggressive. Not literally, of course. Like Carol on sales at the mall." He quipped as Conner stifled his laughs, even Cassandra giving a dry 'Hah hah' with a hint of a smirk, much to Carol's embarrassment.
"Mall sales are worth fighting for, Caleb. It always is." Claire defended.
Steven watched silently with a small smile on his face as they argued. This is what a real family looks like. He couldn't help but feel slightly jealous, yet it made him feel warm in his heart. It didn't last long as he saw a silhouette of someone walking down the stairs by the dining room's entrance. Only one person is still up there, and as he predicted, it was little Toby, who was still rubbing the dead skin off his eyes.
"Hey, buddy." Steven greeted, putting the argument to an end as they all looked at Toby. "How was your nap?"
The sudden attention Toby received made him quite uncomfortable. They were all strangers (apart from Steven), he woke up in a strange place, and most importantly, there was a blonde girl with a deadpan face looking at him. Toby gave a timid nod to his older stepbrother as an answer as he held his hands together behind his back. He then quickly shuffled towards Steven, hiding behind his big brother from the eyes looking at him.
"Aww, he's so cute!" Carol cooed, making Toby blush at the compliment.
"Yeah," Steven started, resting his hand over his head to comfort him. "he's pretty shy. He doesn't like it when people notice him."
"Some of us more than others." Cassandra said, returning to her food.
"Says the goth with blonde hair." Conner stated with a sly smirk, earning him a nasty glare from her. That much was true; Cassandra always stood out like a sore thumb among the dark culture.
"What's your name, sweetie?" The matriarch asked sweetly, leaning closer to the toddler.
Toby kept quiet for a moment. He didn't want to answer her question, but he was smart enough to know that it would be a rude thing to do. "T-To-To-b-by…" He stammered.
"Toby?" Caleb asked, looking confused.
"Yeah." Steven was the one to answer. "Toby's… got difficulties when it comes to speaking. He ends up unintentionally stammering every time." He explained. Toby looked down as his tiny hands clenched to Steven's chair in frustration. He didn't like it. He hated himself when he does it, even if he couldn't help it.
"That's messed up." Conner commented, just before wincing in pain from Cassandra kicking his foot under the table.
"Yeah, it is." Steven replied. "Still, he's still very smart, not to mention a silly lil' cinnamon roll." He added, looking at Toby while ruffling his hair, earning a silent smile from the toddler. "Alright, go get yourself a chair and join us." Steven instructed.
Toby walked away from Steven, only returning a few moments later, dragging one of the table's chairs out from the corner and positioning it next to his brother. He then climbed onto the chair and shifted into a seated position. His shoulders barely above the table's surface with his feet dangling in the air. The family chuckled at the sight as Toby gave an unamused glare to no one in particular. "I'll get the phone book." Claire offered between giggles.
"Stupid." Steven teased, poking Toby's head, promptly smacking it away as the matriarch returned with a big yellow book.
"Here you go, sweetie." She said, handing the book to Steven and walked to the kitchen. Toby stood up on the chair as Steven set the book down on it for him. The matriarch returned a minute later with a bowl of spaghetti and meatballs and some cutlery for the toddler. And with that, they continued their dinner.
It was 8:30pm now. After finishing his dinner, Steven excused himself to go to sleep early, since he couldn't get any on his trip. Or so he thought. Steven lied awake in his bed, staring blankly at the roof with tired eyes. For god's sake, he thought. Why can't I sleep now? He groaned, shifting around the bed in an attempt to get some much needed rest, only to get the same result. He decided to pull out his phone and browse social media. Not that he was interested in anything on it, he just wanted to fall asleep. As he browsed his Headbook timeline, he noticed Carol's account was in the suggested friends tab. He got curious into seeing what her timeline looks like, so he tapped her picture.
As he scrolled down her posts and pictures, he realized she was quite the popular girl at high school. He decided to write a mental note to keep distant from her at school and continued scrolling down, only to stop when he saw a selfie of her and another blonde that looked a lot like her with the hashtag '#SelfieImprovement'. Only differences were that her hair was shorter and she was slightly taller. Didn't know Carol had a twin, He thought with a smirk. Then again, I guess Carol isn't one of a kind after all. He added with a chuckle. His Texter app chimed in all of sudden, revealing that someone messaged him. He opened the chat bubble, seeing it was his best friend in NYC, Huxley Morrison.
Aye, runnin' man. Wassup? How's the new gig? -)Hux
Steven was a bit hesitant to reply. He really had no idea how to answer that question. Then he started typing back.
Steve(- Boi, I jus got here. How the hell am I suppose to know?
LOL, glad 2 see U didn't change. So, wyd? -)Hux
Steve(- Sleepin', or trying, at least.
You sound like a hyped kid on the night b4 a school's field trip. -)Hux
Okay, that was a good one.
Steve(- Fuk you -_-
There wasn't any new texts for a few moments before Huxley showed to be typing.
Bruh, yo ass needs 2 go find some psy. You 17 and still a damn virgin, Nigga. -)Hux
Steve(- Ur one 2 speak. I remember U went 2 the Junior dance alone, am I right?
That much was true. Steven knew he struck a nerve when he didn't respond instantly.
Ight, you win this time -)Hux
So, when you gon start goin' to school? -)Hux
Steve(- Tomorrow.
Try not to stir the pot on yo first day, ight? -)Hux
Steven(- Can't make promises.
I wanna visit you in prison, not the cemetery bruh. -)Hux
Steven(- I promise to be on my best behavior, das the best I can do -_-
… Good enough for me. -)Hux
Steven(- Imma go get sum rest now. Txt you later man.
Take care. -)Hux
Steven turned his display off and put his phone on the nightstand, shifting under the blanket, closing his eyes and finally beginning to fall asleep.
By the time is was 6 in the morning, Steven's phone alarm rang. Steven reached over to the nightstand, putting the phone in a snooze… For the fifth time.
Downstairs, Claire was in the kitchen, making waffle batter, while Carol was by the stove, cooking eggs and turkey bacon for breakfast. Toby was eating cereal with Conner while Cassandra just finished hers. "Is Steven still asleep?" Carol asked, noticing Steven's absence.
"I think so." The matriarch answered. "Conner, can you go wake him up, please?"
Conner groaned as he got up, making his way up the stairs and to the guests' bedroom door, giving it a knock. "Steven, wake up." Conner called before knocking the door again.
Steven was stirred awake, shifting under the blanket as he groaned in protest. "Go away…" He answered.
"Dude, you better wake up." Conner warned. "Mom doesn't like it when we don't wake up for school." He was met with silence. Conner scowled at this. He realized he had to bring the big guns as a smirk formed on his lips. "Mom tends to use a water bucket when we don't wake up for school, you know." He stated.
Steven's eyes jolted open and sat up, looking at the door in horror. "She won't…" He said. He had his fair share of rude awakenings from his mother.
"You really wanna take the chance~?" Conner asked and walked away.
Inside the room, Steven was petrified. He wasn't gonna take the risk to make his aunt angry. Especially if she was like his mother. That thought sent a chill down his spine as he got up and went for his trunk. Since it's his first day at school, he might as well look a little sharp today. He pulled out a pair of blue jeans, a black T-shirt with the text 'DEADASS' printed in bold, white letters, and a blue jean jacket to match. And then grabbed a black Yankee cap to represent his hometown. He then went for the door and then to the bathroom.
By the time Steven came down the stairs, Carol, Cassandra, Conner and Toby seemed to be ready to go to school. "Seems like I was the last to leave bed." Steven said.
"Yeah, no kiddin-ow!" Conner was interrupted by Cassandra elbowing his ribs. "I mean, it's okay. You did have a long day yesterday, heh." He corrected himself.
"Uh-huh," Steven nodded with half-lidded eyes. "Anyways," He then turned his sight to his little stepbrother. "Behave at school. And be more social. Who knows? You might make a few friends." He instructed, receiving a nod from the toddler.
"I'll go have him registered." Claire said. "You don't have to worry, sweetie." She assured, patting his shoulder. "Alright, Conner, Cassy, let's go before you're late." She added, grabbing her purse and her keys. And with that, they're gone.
"Well, I guess we should be gone as well." Carol said, reaching for her dad's car keys. "I can't wait 'til you meet my friends!" She stated excitedly.
"Yeah, I dunno about that." Steven stated, sheepishly scratching the back of his head.
"What are you talking about?" Carol asked, confused.
"I'm not that good at first impressions, y'know." He explained, adjusting his cap.
"Oh, that's just nonsense," She waved her hand dismissively. "They're gonna love you! Come on now, we have to hurry." She urged, pulling him out the house by his arm.
The ride to school wasn't much eventful, apart from Steven clinging on to dear life after Carol's reckless driving across town. He hasn't been so scared in a car before like he was this morning. Once they've arrived to Royal Woods' high, Steven was walking with Carol towards the school's entrance. He was quite surprised with how many students said hi to her. Once they entered, Carol stopped and turned to face him. "Alright, Stevie, the principle's office is at the end of the hallway. I'll see you at lunch, okay? Bye now!" She waved off as she walked away for class.
Steven looked around for a minute, scouting the environment. The place was pretty neat and clean for a public school. No graffiti, the floor is mopped, and it's not as crowded as his old school in New York.
Then, it happened…
As his eyes looked around, they've collided with someone else. It was a white male with blonde hair and quite a muscular body built. He was a few inches taller with a chiseled face. He was looking directly into Steven's eyes, trying to make some sort of dominance over him. But Steven isn't one to be controlled. The teen was surprised when he saw Steven countering with a glare of his own.
Steven knew why he looked at him like that. He knew who he was. He's the popular, athletic jock who thinks he's the king of this school. Steven had met his kind before, and they didn't like the results when they tried to push him around. He had a feeling this guy was like the rest… But then, he remembered that he made a promise to be on his best behavior. This meant no fighting. Plus, his right hand was still injured, so he can't put it under effort.
Therefore, Steven decided that it'd be best to retreat from the staring contest and headed down the hallway towards the principal's office.
As Steven walked away, the teen smirked. Guess he's not that much of a tough guy, after, all, He thought, but then his smirk faded when he remembered the way he looked at him. It wasn't a fake attempt to look tough. It was a glare of assessment.
He was sizing him, why?
"Yo, Teddy," One of his group called, snapping him out of his thoughts. Teddy looked at another beefcake of a team, wearing a baseball cap with the school's uniform, and a perpetually dumb expression, along with freckled cheeks. "We gonna hit the gym after lunch. You Comin'?" He offered.
"Yeah, sure." Teddy nodded, looking in the direction the new kid was at. "Hey, Mac, you know anything about the new guy?" He asked, looking at a behemoth of a teen with dark skin and military cut.
"Only that he came from New York." The jock answered. "I heard rumors that he's Carol Pingrey's 'cuz, too." He added.
"I saw them walkin' in together moments ago, dudes." A boy with a Mohawk spoke. He was in Teddy's height, but less muscular. "Why don't we show him the ropes later on, huh?" He suggested, cracking his knuckles with a smirk.
"Show him how things run around here, eh?" Mac added as they nodded and chuckled at each other. Seems like the new kid is gonna have a very unpleasant time in here.
Meanwhile, a secretary was sitting behind an office. Next to said office was a wooden door with a metal sign carrying the text 'Principal Hawkins' fitted on it. The principle inside was a middle-aged man with grey hair, neatly combed to the back. He wore a fancy brown suit with a red tie. Sitting down behind his fancy office, he was reading a file placing on it. A few moments later, the secretary's voice came through the phone.
"Mr. Hawkins, Mr. Wade has arrived."
"Send him in, Mrs. Doris." Came the principal's deep-voiced answer as he folded the file shut, turning his sight to the door.
Moments later, the doorknob twisted, and the door began to open, revealing Steven. He was still wearing his Yankee cap over his head, much to the principal's displease. "Now, Mr. Wade, I am sure you are aware that wearing hats indoors is rude." He stated.
Steven wanted to argue, but he knew better. So, he removed the cap.
"Very good." The principal nodded. "Now, I have just finished reading your file. You've done quite a lot of naughty things, haven't you? Please, do take a seat." He offered, gesturing to the chair in front of him. Steven complied and sat down, facing the principal. "Now, I do like to believe that young boys like you are those with the biggest potentials. But you, young man, are a very difficult case." He stated, opening the file again. "Let's see what I am talking about. Vandalism, fighting, bad language, audacity towards staff, damage to property, and assaulting your Mathematics teacher. Oh, I'm scared of you, Mr. Wade!" He stated, holding his hands up to punctuate his point.
"C'mon, man, gimme a break." Steven whined. It took a lot of him not to roll his eyes.
"Yes, young man," Mr. Hawkins stood up and started walking around the office. "In my twenty five years, I have never seen a case like you. Never in my life. You, my boy, are the worst student I have ever encountered." He stated. He then turned around, looking at Steven and said "But you see, you excel at causing trouble, and I excel at fixing boys like boys like you."
Uh-oh, that pushed a button.
"What do you mean boys like me…?" Steven hissed, shooting a glare full of venom and defiance at the principal. He's not gonna let this old man think he got him figured out.
"I see something in you, Mr. Wade." The principal said, walking back to his chair. "I can see behind all this anger and attitude, that there is an intelligent man waiting to come out. I want to be your friend, Mr. Wade. Therefore, I want you to understand that I do not tolerate shenanigans in my school." He then took a seat on his chair and looked directly into Steven's eyes. "You better keep that nose clean, boy, or I will clean it myself… Do I make myself clear?" He asked.
"Yes sir…" Steven answered, doing little effort to hide the venom in his voice.
"Brilliant!" The principal spoke with a changed demeanor. He then pressed a button on his telephone. "Mrs. Doris, could you provide Mr. Wade with the books he will need for his classes, please?" He asked.
"Right away, Mr. Hawkins." Came her reply.
And with that, Steven stood up and turned towards the door. "And boy…" He stopped in his track, not even bothering to look back. "Remember… You have a clean nose. So keep it clean, or I will clean it for you…" The principal then gestured him to leave the office.
So, there he is now, in a new school, at a town completely different from New York. He's been here for only fifteen minutes, and he already has a target on his back. And that grumpy old man thinks he can tame him? We shall see, He thought. I only give people what's coming to them.
Two hour later, Steven was bored out of his mind at History class. Surprisingly enough, the girl who looked a lot like Carol had history with him. Turns out her name is Lori Loud. He didn't care much for her at start, but when he knew she had ten younger siblings, he was quite surprised. Her parents must've been really bored to have that many children. Come to think of it, Steven always wondered what would it be like if he had a big family like th-
"Mr. Wade!" Came a voice that snapped him out of his train of thoughts. It was his teacher. Steven looked at his teacher, who seemed to be aware of his daze. "Perhaps you can tell us what happened to the soldiers after the first world war?" He asked.
Steven slowly stood up, all eyes on him. He cleared his throat, meaning he has an answer. "Uh… They're all dead." Was his answer. Well, he's not wrong.
The other students stifled their laughs, much to the teacher's displease. "Very funny, Mr. Wade. Come see me after class." He chastised, and Steven gave a nod with a small smirk on his lips as he sat down and class went on.
After history (and some scolding), came One of Steven's favorite classes: Physics. The teacher was quite surprised at how much knowledge Steven had about quantum physics, atomic physics, and metaphysics. The discussion between Steven and Mr. Wallis had been nothing more than amusing. From how the teacher explained the mechanics of atoms, to how Steven confirmed that the universe did not come to be by accident. By the end of the class, Steven may have made his first friend in here, despite the fact some students will call him teacher's pet. Having him being called a future physicist didn't help either as some girls called him a nerd. Can't help it, I guess. He thought.
After finishing physics, English was next. Steven walked towards his locker, making his way through the partially crowded hallway. When he reached his locker, he began to insert the combination to his lock, only to notice something strange… The door was pushing out. He knew what that meant…
Steven moved to the side, keeping his hand on the locker. He then instructed the other students to get out of the way, and quickly pulled it open as a cream pie flew out and to the opposite wall. Steven looked around for perpetrator. "Cream pie? Really?!" He called out. "At least I play it safe while being unsafe!" He added, prompting the students within hearing range to explode with laughter at the joke. Steven then dug his hands into the locker and pulled the spring out, placing the books he carried in and drawing others out. Before he shuts his locker closed, he felt something smack against its door. He took a peak, only to find a girl in a short sea foam colored dress and platinum blonde hair with a pair of round shades resting on top of her head, sitting down on the ground.
"Owwies…" She groaned, rubbing her forehead before their eyes met. "Sorry," She apologized, collecting her books from the floor. "I wasn't, like, looking where I was going."
"Yeah, no kiddin'." Steven retorted, offering his hand to the girl, which she gladly accepted.
"I'm Leni," She introduced, smoothing her dress out before smiling at the stranger.
"Steven." Came his reply. "You look familiar…" He pointed, squinting his eyes and leaning closer to inspect her face.
Leni leaned back slightly, holding her books up to her chest with a look of confusion on her face. She had to admit, though. His eyes look kinda cute. "Hey, Leni!" Came Carol's voice. Steven turned his head to her voice's direction, only to see her walking towards them.
"Oh, Hi, Carol!" The blonde replied with a chipper tone and a wave. "Do you know him? He's, like, totes being a weirdo." She stated, pointing at Steven next to her. Steven rolled his eyes at that statement. Was he invisible or something?
"Oh, that's my cousin, Steven." She introduced, resting a hand on his shoulder. "He came from New York." She added.
"Oh, I get it! Welcome to Royal Woods!" She greeted, shaking his hand. "You totes could use a makeover!" She added.
Steven looked down at his outfit. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" He asked, indignantly.
"I tend to agree with Leni," Carol stated, running her eyes up and down his body. "You need to get rid of that Yankee look."
"… What's wrong with the Yankee look?!" He practically yelled.
"It's, like, totes cool!" Leni answered. "But not in here. You need something with a little more color!"
More color? He wondered. Then, it struck him. "I'm not gay…" He declared with a half-lidded glare.
Carol lost it there and held her hand to her mouth, laughing heartedly. Steven crossed his arms, rolling his eyes at that. "We… We didn't mean that, Stevie." Carol managed to spit out between giggles. "We just wanna make minor adjustments to your wardrobe, that's all."
Well, saying it like that… "Okay, fine." He sighed, lowering his arms. "You're gonna show me around town first, though." He pointed his finger at her.
"Deal." Carol agreed. Instantly after that, the five minutes bell rang, and the traffic began to move faster. "Well, we have classes to catch. See you at lunch, Stevie!" She said, walking away. Leni then patted his shoulder.
"Like, I'll see ya after school!" She said, waving at him and walking in the opposite direction.
"So far, so good." Steven muttered with a hint of pride. He was quite surprised that the day went without him starting fights or having detention. He quickly closed his locker and went to his next class.
After his mathematics class, Steven had his lunch break. He stood by one of the double doors of the cafeteria with a Tupperware container filled with spaghetti and meatballs from last night's dinner, along with a cup of soda he bought on the way to school. Looking around, He had to admit, there's a lot more students than he thought there would be. The long rows of tables were already full, same for the small round tables at the back. Except for one. Steven started his walk towards said table, passing by the long ones and then by the small, round ones. He noticed that the small tables had certain types of students, too. One obtained the fashion-obsessed chicks where Leni was in, another table where the Goths sat together, one that was for the musicians, and one for the popular girls where he found Carol and Lori from History class. He walked past that table and went to sit down on the empty one.
The moment his butt rested on the table, students around him went silent, and he could feel their eyes staring at him. He began to remove the container's cover, trying to ignore the eyes staring at him before he started hearing them whispering.
"Dudes, why do you keep staring at me like that?" He asked, turning his head to one of the students on the long tables.
"Dude, you're sitting on the Teddy's table," One of them answered. "I suggest you get up before he…" He trailed off as said student entered the cafeteria with his posse from the same door Steven walked in. "… comes…" he finished as the cafeteria went silent.
Teddy was looking around, just before his eyes rested on who was sitting on his table. It was the new guy. He had the audacity to sit on his table? He's in for it now.
Steven gave an unamused look at the posse before returning to his lunch. "Look, I don't wanna be pushy, but you don't wanna mess with Teddy, man…" The same student whispered, but Steven wasn't faded.
Everyone watched in silence as Teddy's group walked over to their table. Some even pulled out their phones and started recording. For Teddy, it was an insult that the new guys hasn't even acknowledged their presence. He looked at his friend with the Mohawk and nodded at the student in his seat.
The guy with the Mohawk smirked and walked closer to Steven, resting his hand on the table and leaning his head closer to his head. "Get up." He commanded.
Steven didn't even look at the guy, presumably ignoring him. But in reality, Steven wanted nothing more than to smash his face in. The only thing that kept him from doing so was that he gave his word to be on his best behavior. As one can tell, Steven is one to keep promises he makes.
But this guy is pushing it.
The punk looked back at Teddy, who only glared back at him. He understood what that glare meant. "Don't make me repeat…" He threatened. "Get up… Now!" He snapped, banging his fist on the table.
… Bad move…
The next thing he knew was Steven's left hand smacking down on his, keeping it in place as he gripped on the fork in his right. The Mohawk teen's eyes widened. He was sure that he would stab his hand with said fork.
Steven wanted to do that. He wanted to teach this punk a lesson he will never forget for the rest of his life. But that was just his anger fueling that thought. He felt merciful, all of a sudden. Steven released the punk's fist. And in a swift move, he grabbed his head and gave it a firm dab into the table, making it bounce off as he fell to the ground, much to everyone's surprise.
Everyone was in shock. And they were more shocked when he returned to eating his lunch as if nothing happened. Teddy, however, was began to become impatient. Luckily for him, he didn't wait long to be acknowledged. Steven took his cup of soda and stood up. Much to everyone's surprise, he went and stood directly in front of Teddy, staring directly in his eyes.
"Teddy, huh?" Steven asked, gathering spit in his mouth and squirting it into his drink before looking back up at him with what could be described as annoying smirk. "Now, what kind of a bitch would call himself that?" He asked, earning a few gasps and 'ooh's.
Teddy was unfazed by the audacity of the newcomer. He let out a humph as a smirk took form on his lips. "I heard a lot about you, Steven." He spoke. "They say you're tough as nails, back in New York… But, you're in my school now. And you…?" He let out a scoffing humph before continuing. "You're just another bi-"
Splash
Everyone's jaws had dropped to the ground. Some couldn't believe what they had just witnessed. The new guy just splashed his drink in Teddy's face. The drink which he spat in.
He practically spat in Teddy's face.
Steven dropped the plastic cup and walked away, not seeing the rising anger of Teddy, who had just been insulted in front of the whole school. He took a step forward, aiming his foot towards the place where the sun never shines for Steven.
Steven knew something was going on. No way he would let him walk away after what he did. With another swift move, he dragged a bucket on wheels with a mop inside to cover his rear.
It worked. Teddy did kick the bucket instead of his balls, but the moment his foot connected, the bucket was smashed to pieces. Luckily, the bucket was empty, meaning there wasn't dirty water to splash all over.
Steven stopped in his tracks once he heard the smash. He looked back, only to see that, indeed, the bucket was blown to pieces by Teddy's kick. Before he could dwell on how strong Teddy was, he was tackled into the air by Teddy, resulting for both of them to smash through the goths' table. Some of the students nearby moved out of harm's way as the two began to brawl each other over the debris.
Fortunately, before it got ugly, four of the school's security rushed in and broke them apart. They tried to go at each other again, only for the security members to keep them apart as they were pulled away.
Among all the mess, Carol was watching in shock as she remembered last night's dinner. Is this what Steven meant by learning to swim? She couldn't believe that that sweet guy she once knew had become such a rebellion.
So much for being on his best behavior.
AUTHORS' NOTE
Kyle: Okay, that's the second chapter done. We'll try to post a new chapter once every ten days, we'll do it in less should this story becomes popular.
Lyle: We also would like to have a word with someone who's got big knowledge about certain characters from the Loud House to help us write them better, since we're still new to this whole fan fiction thing.
Kyle: Like always, be sure to favorite and follow this story, and your critique helps us improve as writers, so please be sure to give us feedback. Until next time!