Hey guys!
As I started in The Dark Side, here are my review replies:
Dirtkid123:
I do make Adam and Bree really mean, don't I? I'd never really realized that until now. :/ Thanks for taking the time to read my next story!
MusicLover2405:
I'm glad your so interested in the story already! It warms my heart
Singertoheartandsoul:
I remember in the first few episodes I was shouting at the TV every time Adam and Bree did something mean to Chase. I loved Bionic Action Hero, it's become my new favorite episode, and when Adam said that he never said that he loved Chase I think my heart broke. After that I've decided that Adam isn't half bad, but I still don't like him very much. :/
PicklePie (guest):
I like that idea of raising awareness for OCD! I'll definitely do that next. Thanks for the idea!
Mbavrocks12:
Ooohhh, a story about Chase becoming evil is brilliant! Can't wait to start it.
BasketballQueen:
If depressing stories are your thing, your going to love me! That's the only thing I write, hence the word 'Weeping' in my name.
huoairbender1:
Thanks! My friends are always telling my that I'm good at writing but I've never really believed them because their my friends, what else are thy going to say?
LoverShipper:
Yeah, no kidding. It hurts so much more when the bullies are close to you.
Unknowndiva:
Thanks! I'm glad you like it already!
darkphoenix (guest):
Leo might help Chase, he might not, you'll just have to wait and see ;)
I'd like to thank everyone who's commented already, it means so much to me! I've never had so much support one one chapter before! It's kind of overwhelming!
Just to let you guys know, most of this story is going to be from Chase's POV, but every now and then I might change the POV. If I do, I won't forget to let you guys know, don't worry!
Also, just to let you guys know, school starts for me on Monday, so the updates on this story might become a little slow.
Anyway, thanks for reading the first chapter, here's the second!
End of last chapter:
"Oh, I'm sorry, does that hurt?" Adam mocked, slapping me again. I fell to my knees and cradled my face in my free hand, waiting for the painful stinging to go away
"Why don't we just leave him alone now Adam?" Bree suggested, dropping my wrist onto the ground, making it bleed. "If we hurt him anymore people at school will notice."
"Okay, fine, but only because I don't want others finding out." Adam replied, kicking me 'gently' in the side before walking off, Bree trailing behind.
I waited until my siblings were several feet away before staggering to my feet, gritting my teeth against the pain. If only I could tell Mr. Davenport I was being bullied by my older siblings. I had this horrible feeling deep inside that if I did tell him he wouldn't believe me, that all he would do was defend Adam and Bree.
Chase's POV
Sighing, I pulled an emergency sweatshirt out of my backpack and put it on. Oh how I couldn't wait for the day that I could stop carrying around emergency sweatshirts. Taking a deep breath, I straightened and pushed my shoulders back before walking through the front door of Mission Creek High. I relished in the fact that all of the school seemed to be in the main hall at the same time, so at least I had some cover from Trent.
Oh how sad my life was. At home I was bullied by my siblings, and at school I was bullied by Trent, a boy who'd been in high school for five years. Sighing, I pulled open my locker and emptied my bag of books into it, relieved to get the weight of them off my shoulders. Checking up and down the hall to make sure Trent wasn't around, I grabbed my history book and closed my locker before turning around and heading off to class, relieved that so far my school-time bully wasn't there.
I slipped through groups of talking people, and waved to a couple to teachers before opening the door to history and sliding inside. I sighed in relief when I realized that I was the only one there, and sat down in a seat that was closest to the front. The rest of the class trickled in around me, and the seats slowly started to fill until the only one missing was Adam and the teacher.
Tuning out the rest of the talking students, I flipped open the book and started to re-read the first chapter. I read happily for a couple minutes before the door banged open and Adam charged in, followed by our smiling history teacher.
"Sorry I'm late class, but I had to rescue Adam here from the water fountain." He said, sitting down at his desk and picking up the attendance file.
The rest of the class burst into giggles, but I just rolled my eyes. With Adam doing stupid things since he was born, it was starting to get a little annoying.
"Chase Davenport." The teacher called out, jerking me out of my thoughts
"Here." I replied, raising my hand
"Great. Nice to see you Chase."
"Nice to see you to." I replied, trying to ignore the snickers and the whispers of 'suck up.'
The rest of the class passed way to quickly, and before I knew it I was out in the hallway again and walking to my next class, praying that I wasn't going to meet up with Trent. Luck seemed to be in my favor again, as I made it to my next class without incident.
The rest of the day passed far to quickly. Luck seemed to like me today though, because I didn't run into Trent once. By the time the day had ended, I was feeling pretty confident that I wasn't going to have a meeting with Trent. When the bell rang at the end of the day, I hopped out of my seat and for the first time ever I was the first person out the door. I obviously didn't skip down the hallway to my locker, and I definitely wasn't humming as I unlocked my locker and pilled my books into my backpack.
Shutting the locker door with a satisfying bang, I twirled around on my toe and came face-to-face with Trent. My happy mood dissipated and I was left grasping at straws.
"Trent!" I squeaked, backpedaling into the lockers
"Hello there Chase, I was just passing through when I saw you here by your locker looking incredibility happy." Trent started, bending down to look me in the eye. "And you know that I don't like you being happy."
"Yes Trent, I do know how much you hate me being happy." I mumbled, scuffing my shoe along the floor.
"Good, now that we've got that out the way." Trent said, clapping his hands together. "I would like you to come with me." he added, pointing towards the gym
"O-okay." I stammered, my breath catching in my throat.
"I figured that today was a good day to play doge ball, what do you think?" Trent asked, pushing the doors to the gym open, revealing an already set up court.
"That sounds like a great idea, but can we make this quick, my dad needs me home early tonight." I replied, already edging myself towards the doors.
"How about this, if I get to throw double the balls at you tomorrow, I'll let you go early today." Trent suggested, picking up a big red rubber dodge ball.
"Sounds great." I muttered, gritting my teeth.
"Great, now that were on the same page, get into position and then we can start." I nodded, dropped my backpack in a corner of the gym then braced myself for the impact of the balls that we about to hit me. Taking a deep breath, I watched at Trent pulled his arm back, then threw it forward, letting go of the ball at the right time judging by the way it hit me square in the chest.
I winced as the force of the impact made my chest sting, but I stood my ground, now that Trent was started, there was no stopping him. Ball after ball hit my arms, legs, and chest, each one leaving behind a stinging sensation. Not once did I bother to try pick up my own ball and throw it at Trent, for experience had taught me to do otherwise.
Despite having balls hurtling at me at a hundred miles per hour, I wasn't doing to bad, until one of the balls hit me in the stomach and knocked the breath straight out of my lungs. I fell to my hands an knees, gasping for air that I couldn't see to grasp. Finally, a little air filled my lungs so I sat back on my heels and looked up at Trent, expecting to see him staring angry holes through me. What I saw was so much worse. Trent had a glint in his eye, and I could almost see the light bulb going off over his head.
"What are you thinking about Trent?" I asked, slowly climbing to me feet.
"Oh nothing, I just realized it was a good thing you were so fat, or else that ball would've done some serious damage to your intestines." Trent teased, reaching down to grab another ball.
"I'm not fat." I defended, turning around in search of my backpack
"Are you sure?" Trent whispered, suddenly by my side and poking my stomach
"I'm perfectly sure." I replied, hitting his hand away and walking back to the corner I had left my backpack in.
"What ever you say fatso." Trent snorted.
"I'm not fat." I said again, pushing the gym doors open.
"Whatever. Just remember, I get to throw double balls at you tomorrow."
"I remember." I muttered, closing the doors to the gym, blocking out the catcalls of overweight and fat.
Oh I'm so mean.
Sorry if Trent seems a little OOC, I kind of got a tiny bit carried away with this chapter.
Funny story actually, as of yesterday, I had no idea what OOC, OTP, OC, Canon, and slash even meant. Good old Urban Dictionary. :) I don't know what I would do without it!
Anyway, thanks for reading! See you next chapter!
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