The One Who Needs Help

Show:Power Rangers SPD

Plot:AU. Bridge Carson is not the brightest person at his high school. No. In his town. When a new person, Sky Tate, comes, Bridge is sent to him for help. In reality Sky is the one who needs help.

Chapter 2

I don't own Power Rangers!

Bridges POV

I sat at the small wooden table that sat in the kitchen of my parent's house. I stared blankly at the Algebra one worksheet I had brought home. Scratching my head, I looked up at the male in front of me. Sky Tate had an agitated look on his face.

"I still don't get it," I said wearing a small smile on my face.

"I'm not going to go over it again," Sky said shaking his head.

I let a sigh escape my mouth. I looked at the paper of the table. I began to try the problem once again.

Sky's POV

I couldn't believe how stupid this guy was. A senior in a freshman class. I rubbed my forehead with frustration. I desperately didn't want to be with him. But anything was better than being at home. I sat there watching the other male's eyebrows furrow with what I had hoped was thinking.

When night finally fell, I looked at Bridge's paper to check it out. What I saw was a bunch of doodles. A sigh was sounded in the kitchen.

"Is this all you did?" I asked Bridge.

I looked up to see the male in the green shirt shrug. I slammed the paper down on the table. I got up and grabbed my stuff. I headed out of Bridge's house.

I couldn't believe that I was even in this town. My fists curled up as I entered my home when I got there. All of a sudden, a fist came flying at my face, hitting my eye. I looked at the person to see that my father was home.

I looked in the cracked mirror the next morning. I lightly touched the black eye that was forming. I grabbed my t-shirt off the back of the toilet. I slipped it over my bruised and scarred body.

I headed out of the bathroom. I grabbed my bag from my room quickly. I looked out the front windows to make sure that my father's car wasn't in the driveway. I sighed inwardly when I didn't see the truck. I opened the front door when I knew it was safe for me. My bag was slung over my shoulder slightly.

Bridges POV

I sat out front of the school with a couple of my friends, Jack and Z. I smiled as I talked about the night before with Sky. I couldn't help but relay my mixed feelings that something was wrong with the new male.

"Bridge. How many times do we have to tell you that some people just have more baggage than you?" Jack asked, standing up.

"I dunno," I said under my breath.

We didn't have a chance to finish our little conversation when the bell rung to go to the first class of the day. As I was heading to my class, I noticed Sky hanging around by his locker. I bit my lip as I headed over to him.

"Sky are you okay?" I asked him, putting my hand on his shoulder.

He jumped slightly. The darker haired male turned to me. My eyes widened when I noticed the black eye.

"You need to go to class Bridge," he said as he slammed the locker shut.

Sky's POV

After Bridge left my locker, I headed into the nearest bathroom. I found a stall and locked myself in the stall. I closed my eyes as I sat on the toilet. I put my face in my hands. I knew that I shouldn't let my father beat on me, but he was the only parent I had.

I don't know how long I sat in the bathroom, thinking about stuff like that. I didn't know that they had random bathroom inspections, so I was a bit shocked when banging started on the door of the stall I was in. I jumped slightly and quickly opened the door.

"Get out," a gruff voice said.

I quickly ran out of the bathroom. My heart was beating so fast. I stopped by my locker to grab a couple of books.

Bridges POV

The bell rung to let us leave for the last period of the day. I shoved what books I had brought with me into my bag. I picked up my bag, heading out of the room. I looked around for Jack and Z, but instead I found Sky at his locker once again.

"Sky where were you at lunch?" I asked going up to him.

"You don't need to know," he mumbled.

"But..." I protested.

"Shut up!" Sky yelled, slamming his locker closed.

I blinked slightly. Had I said something wrong? Had I done something wrong?