Author's Note: I have decided to keep on writing this story and finish what I started. All the favorites, follows, and reviews left by everyone made me want to continue writing this story. Your support and kind words made me realize that I can't just stop working on this project and let someone else finish it. I am going to try my best and continue writing and hopefully finish this story in the future. I am really sorry to all the people who PM-ed about wanting to take this story. I hope you all can forgive me and understand why I want to finish this project. Even though I made the decision to keep on writing this story, I encourage you all to write more Loud House Fanfics. Especially more Ronniecoln stories because they are my favorite couple in the show. Lastly, I don't know how often I am going to be able to post new chapters. Like I said in the previous chapter, school has just started for me and I might be overwhelmed with homework and studying. I hope you all can forgive me for future delays in story progression and to remain patient. On a side note, I also mention this in the previous chapter, I am not a writer, English major, or English teacher so there might be grammatical and spelling errors. I would also like to give a shout out to Chris Savino for creating such a brilliant show and creating lively characters that I do not own but wish I did. Sorry for making this such a long author's note. I'll try to shorten other author's notes in the future and get straight to the story. Anyways, sit back and enjoy this new chapter.
"BRRRRRRRRRRIIIIIIINNNNNNGGGGGG," the bell rang.
Little by little the laughter died and the students started to disperse and go to their respective classrooms. Pretty soon there was no one left in the hallways, no one except one distraught little girl. Ronnie Anne was just standing there, paralyzed, still processing what just happened.
Ronnie was fighting with herself in her own head, "What did you do, you idiot?! How can you do that to him?! You really are a rude, mean human-being. Are you even human? Because what you did was something a monster would do! He'll never care about you ever again. I bet now he'd rather kiss the bathroom floor than ever kiss you. Heck, I bet he'd rather kiss the bathroom floor every day if it meant not seeing you ever again."
Ronnie Anne just kept having negative thought after negative thought. She felt like the most horrible person in the world. After what she did, she probably was the most horrible person in the world. All Lincoln did was give her roses like the sweet boyfriend he is and how did she repay him? By tearing them in front of his face and embarrassing him in front of the whole school. She started to shake and tears started to run down her face.
"Please let this all be a bad dream," she choked.
"Hey! What are you doing standing in the hallway?! You better have a hallpass!" the school's hallway monitor threaten as he popped up behind her.
Ronnie Anne jumped at the sound of his voice. She wiped away her tears and brought herself back together and turned around. "Sorry Mr. Hallway Monitor Sir, I was just heading to class," she lied and ran to her classroom.
"No running in the hallways!" the monitor yelled.
Ronnie entered the class and sat at her usual sitting place in the back of the classroom. The teacher was lecturing but Ronnie Anne was not paying attention. All she could think about is what happened this morning.
"I have to fix things," she nervously thought. "I have to apologize to him! Will he even want to listen to what I have to say?" Ronnie doubted herself. "He probably hates my guts right now," she consciously grieved.
Ronnie Anne deeply cared for Lincoln. His smile, his laugh, his dumb jokes, pretty much everything about him brought butterflies into her stomach. Lincoln made her happy and knowing that he was her boyfriend gave her more reason to be happy. She enjoyed being around him, she enjoyed the conversations they would have, and most importantly she enjoyed how caring and sweet he always was to her. That angry, hurtful look he gave her this morning made her insides churned. She'd never felt a worse sickening in her life before. The thought of her caring, sweet boyfriend hating her almost made her eyes watery.
"Pull yourself back together, Ronnie!" She yelled to herself trying to hold back tears. "Everything will be okay. You just have to talk to him and apologize and things will go back to normal," she reassured in her mind. "I'll go talk to him when lunch starts and fix this whole mess," she thought.
"Ms. Santiago?" The teacher called out, noticeably irritated.
Ronnie Anne broke out of her daze and noticed the whole class was looking at her. "Yes mam," she shyly answered.
"You still have not answered my question. What is the answer to this equation?" Her teacher asked.
Ronnie Anne looked at the chalkboard and studied what was written on it. She had no clue on what the answer was. Usually Ronnie had problems not understanding math because she was just not good at it. This time she didn't understand it because she was not paying attention to what the teacher was lecturing about.
"Well?" The teacher asked her with a hint of anger in her voice.
"I don't know," Ronnie mumbled out. "I was not paying attention," she added.
"If you are not going to mind paying attention to me in class, then I hope you don't mind staying after class for a few minutes when the bell for lunch rings," the teacher scolded as she went back to lecturing.
"Great," Ronnie sarcastically whispered.
The bell had rang and it was time for lunch. All the students, except Ronnie Anne, were on their way to the cafeteria. The teacher had told her to stay behind for fifteen minutes as her punishment. Those were the longest fifteen minutes of Ronnie Anne's life. She kept looking at the clock that was hanged on the wall near the teacher's desk. Each tick sound the clock made only made her more anxious. The waiting felt like an eternity to her. She had to go to the cafeteria, she had to go see Lincoln.
"Alright Ms. Santiago, you may leave," the teacher broke the tense silence in the room. "But I better see you pay attention in class from now on," she warned.
"Yes mam! I promise it won't happen again!" Ronnie exclaimed as she ran out the room.
Ronnie ran as fast as she could to the cafeteria. When she got to the room where everyone was eating, her heart was pounding and her breathing was extremely rapid. She looked around the area to spot her boyfriend. But to no avail, he was nowhere to be seen. She saw Clyde and Lincoln's other friends eating and laughing at one table. She ran up to the table of boys to see if they had any information of Lincoln's whereabouts.
"Where's Lincoln?" Ronnie demanded.
Clyde just frowned at her. "Lincoln who? We don't know anyone named Lincoln," Clyde sarcastically sassed back.
"I'm being serious! Where is he?!" Ronnie spat back as she grabbed Clyde by his shirt collar and brought his face to her face.
Clyde was surprisingly unfazed by Ronnie Anne's actions. He had heard what happened this morning and felt extremely sorry for his best friend. Not only did he feel bad for his best friend but he felt anger and deep hatred for the person who caused his friend's pain.
"I'm not telling you," Clyde hissed.
Ronnie Anne was now furious. "You better tell me or else..."
"Or else what?" Clyde interrupted. "You're gonna break my heart too?" He whispered, still clearly unfazed.
Ronnie Anne was taken aback. What he said pierced her heart. She was now trembling and the sickening in her stomach came back. She looked around the table and saw every one of Lincoln's friends giving her disapproved looks. She was the one that was now scared. Everyone in the table could see fear plastered on her face. She finally decided to let go of Clyde and run out the cafeteria.
Ronnie Anne kept running until she finally turned a corner on a hallway where no one was present. She could no longer bottle up her emotions. She let out a few tears and curse words until she felt like she can bring her composure back.
"Help!" a boy shouted as he ran around the corner where Ronnie was at.
"Where do you think you're going?" Some red-haired boy evilly laughed. The evil boy snapped his fingers and a bigger kid tackled down the boy who was desperately trying to run away from him.
"Please no! Have mercy!" The wimpy boy pleaded.
"Oh no, you know the rules! Every Friday is 'Give Chandler Your Lunch Money' day," the bully exclaimed. The red-haired boy snapped his fingers at another boy next to him, a taller boy, which gave him the indication to pick up the terrified kid and push him against a nearby locker.
"I'm sorry! I woke up late and rushed myself to get ready for school and accidently left my wallet at home!" The kid defended himself.
"Well here's a reminder to never forget your wallet ever again!" The bully threatened as he nodded to the bigger kid now. As soon as the bigger kid saw his boss nod, he pulled the boy's underwear all the way on top of his head.
Ronnie Anne winced at the pain the poor kid must've felt. The boy let out a loud cry in agony as he ran away from the bullies again, but this time with his underwear pulled all the way up to his head. The bully just watched him run away and laughed manically. Ronnie Anne knew about this bully. Heck, everyone in school knew who he was. His name was Chandler. Just like Ronnie Anne, Chandler had the reputation of being the meanest kid in school. Not only was he the meanest but also the sleaziest. His whole appearance made him look mean and sleazy. Chandler was a redheaded boy with freckles on his cheeks. He always wore a yellow long sleeve shirt with white sleeves, which had a print of a blue gear on the front. He also wore black pants with a black belt and white sneakers with green stripes. Although he was the meanest kid in school, he was far from being the toughest. Chandler always had other kids to do his dirty work, something Ronnie Anne really despised about him. Not only was he the meanest and sleaziest boy in the school, he was the most popular kid too. He was feared and loved by everyone in the whole school. Every boy wanted to be him, and every girl wanted to be with him. However, Ronnie Anne knew was a joke. Without his bodyguards, Chandler was just a weakling with a horrible personality.
Chandler always had two goons at his side. One of them, the bigger kid, was an overweight boy with dark blond hair that stood up. He always wore a yellow t-shirt with a light green circle on the front. Over that t-shirt, he wore a green open button short-sleeved shirt along with brown shorts and brown sandals. The other goon, the taller kid, was thin boy who had a shaved head with a black faux hawk haircut on top. The boy also sported a thick black unibrow and braces on his teeth. His wardrobe consisted of a red hoodie, blue jeans, and white shoes with green stripes. By themselves, they are just two simple-minded idiots. But with Chandler bossing them around, they scared every student that was around them.
Chandler stopped laughing as he took notice of Ronnie Anne's presence. Ronnie Anne froze up as she saw Chandler examine her.
"Crap!" Ronnie shouted in her head. Even though she was one of the toughest kids in school, she stood no chance against both of Chandler's goon. She was afraid she was his next victim since she was a witness in his last bullying attack.
"You're Ronnie Anne right?" Chandler questioned.
"What if I am? What's it to you?" Ronnie sassed back, trying to act tough.
"Easy now," Chandler chuckled. "I heard what you did to that loser Loud kid this morning. I've done my fair share of bullying throughout the years but what you did was a class act," he laughed.
Ronnie was now furious and a little sad about what he just said. "It wasn't a class act, you just suck at bullying," the girl snapped back.
"Ouch," Chandler commented. "You're a feisty girl aren't you?" He asked. "I like feisty girls," he smiled.
Chandler then reached inside his pocket and pulled out a pen and paper. He scribbled something down and gave the piece of paper to Ronnie Anne.
"Call me some time," Chandler flirted. He gave Ronnie a wink and walked away with his lackeys.
"As if," Ronnie whisper as she crumbled up the piece of paper with Chandler's phone number on it. She looked around for a trash can to throw the paper in but not one could be found around the area. She decided to put the crumbled piece of paper in her pocket until she could dispose of it properly.
Ronnie Anne checked the time on a nearby clock that was hanging on top of the wall. "Oh no! Lunch is almost going to end and I still haven't found Lincoln!" Ronnie panicked in her head. "Where can he be?! If he's not eating lunch with his friends, then where else would he have his lunch?" she thought hard. Suddenly a light bulb came to her head, she knew where he was at. Ronnie Anne ran outside the school and raced to the football field. There he was, the white haired boy she had been looking for all this time. He was under the bleachers where they would usually have their private luncheons. He was just sitting there, staring at his lunch that still looked untouched.
Her heart skipped a beat. "There he is," she muttered to herself.
Ronnie Anne started walking slowly to his direction. She was already feeling uneasy and each step getting closer to him made her feel all the more nervous. She was panicking inside her head and she couldn't stop clenching her fists tightly. She felt like she was walking on a tightrope with spinning saws on the bottom to cut her up if she made one wrong step. She bit her lower lip as now she was finally a few inches away from him.
"H-h-hey L-L-Lincoln," Ronnie stuttered.
Lincoln kept quiet and did not look at her.
"Listen, I'm really, really, really sorry about what happened this morning. What I did today was really messed up and I regret ever doing it," She confessed.
Lincoln was still silent and kept looking at his lunch.
"There is no excuse for what I did and I am the biggest jerk in the world for hurting you and embarrassing you in front the whole school," she continued.
Lincoln was still unmoved.
"Please, if there is any way for me to make things better, tell me! I just want everything to go back to normal like it was before this morning," she choked.
Again, the white haired boy remained silent, not looking Ronnie Anne in the eyes.
"Please Lincoln!" Ronnie shouted. "Look at me and say something!" She screamed with tears in her eyes.
Lincoln finally looked up at her and glared at her with the same angry, hurtful look he gave her this morning and broke his silence.
"It's over Ronnie Anne, I'm breaking up with you."