Author's Note: Hey guys, got two Chapters up in one day! Once again, Review, please!


Chapter Two; I'm holding out and I'm holding on

Pete watched Ryan walk away, confused. "What the hell?"

Soon, a slightly younger boy walked out of the guy's change room, wearing glasses, and a hat on top of his head. He eyed Pete, almost in a scared fashion, before turning around and walking back into the room. Pete rose an eyebrow. "What the hell?" Walking up to the small window, he glanced in, just in time to see the younger boy peek around the corner, quickly slipping away farther into the rooms depths. Tilting his head, Pete glanced around. No teachers in sight. Opening the door, he walked in, closing his eyes. 'Oh god… why the hell is there a dressing room anyways? They just have to pull a fucking costume on over their clothes.'

Walking farther in, he soon found the young boy, huddled behind the guy who had run into Ryan while he was skating.

Brendon shot Pete a glare. "What the fuck do you want?" He growled. Despite the fact that he was in dance, he looked strong, and could probably hold his own if needed. "Why the fuck are you scaring Patrick?"

Pete shook his head. "I didn't touch the little fucker."

"Excuse me?" Pete turned, looking at, yet, another dance freak. From the look on his face, he looked pissed off.

"Calm down Jon… I'm okay…." Patrick called quietly, flinching as Pete turned his attention back to him.

"I'm not here looking for trouble." Pete replied, only to have himself lifted by the front of his shirt by Brendon.

"Then get the fuck out, before I beat you the fuck out."

Patrick ran up to Brendon, grabbing his arm. "Don't worry about it… I'm fine…." He quickly backed away, releasing his grip.

Brendon still did not let go. "Its fuckers like you that torment me and my friends. And its about time I got fucking even."

Pete tore himself away, just barely escaping a punch aimed for his face. His escape didn't help much, as Brendon used his other fist, catching Pete in the stomach. Pete fell to the ground, gasping for breath. At that moment, the door swung open, as Brendon towered over the other boy, foot lifted as if he was going to stomp on him.

"Hey guys, you were taking forever and-What the hell did you do?!" Instantly, Katie and Sabrina came running in, Sabrina grabbing Brendon and pulling him away, while Katie crouched over Pete, horrified. "Can you breathe?" Was the last thing Brendon caught, before Sabrina cut in.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

Brendon said nothing, only looked down at his feet. He could never look the girl in the eye when she was mad; especially when it was at him. "He scared Patrick…"

"So you punched him? What the fuck?" Sabrina rose her hand, landing a well-aimed slap over his cheek. "You fucking retard!"

Brendon took the hit, flinching, shock drawn on his face. "You… just….hit me."

Sabrina glared at him. "No shit! I had every right to! We should let your… friend here, knock your fucking lights out for that!"

"Why are you so pissed, him and the rest of those fucking guys act like they own the school!" Brendon hissed back, first signs of aggression towards her showing.

"But nobody ever got hurt!" Sabrina screamed, slapping him again. "You have no fucking clue what you could have done to him!"

Soon, Katie was at her side, screaming and swearing. "You asshole!" Instantly, kneeing him, landing it right between the legs. Brendon was down. "How the fuck does that feel?!?"

"KATIE!!!!" Sabrina yelled, shoving her away. "Stop it! Go make sure Pete can function, since you already took fucking care of Brendon!"

Katie glared at Brendon, spitting towards him before walking back to Pete. Her final attempt to insult him just barely missed. Brendon was on the ground, pain coursing through every inch of his body. "For fuck sakes, mother fucker, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!!"

Sabrina bent down, eyes now gentle. "Are you okay?"

"What the fuck do you think?" Brendon growled, wincing. "Bitch! That fucking hurt!"

Katie spun around, looking ready to hit him again. "Shut your fucking trap, you dog-faced asshole!"

"Enough!" Sabrina screamed over everyone else, vibrating with anger, but she had a fairly good hold on her temper. "Brendon, I will kill you if you EVER do something like that again, I will literally hang you with your severed tongue!" She then turned her attention back to Katie, who was still scathingly angry. "And as for you, don't you ever, ever hit a guy like that again, you fucktard!"

Katie let out an angry hiss, stomping back to Pete, rolling up his shirt. "Where did he get you?"

Pete smiled, only now beginning to gather his strength. "Don't worry, I'll live, I've been through worse."

Gently, Katie helped the young skater into sitting position, eyes clouded with worry. "Are… you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Pete replied, still wincing in pain, but soon, gave her a quizzical look. "Why are you helping me?"

Katie turned away, shaking her head, but her face flushed slightly. "I grew up around that kind of shit. A lot. So did Sabrina."

That was the truth, but it didn't help much that Katie had been interested in the young skater for some time now. Pete took a deep breath. "Well, that was pleasant."

Patrick was staring in horror, wondering weather he should be seeing if Brendon was okay, or running for his life. 'Its all my fault…' He thought to himself, shaking his head. "Mr….Pete….. Sir…." He whispered timidly, stepping forward slowly. "I'm…. sorry….."

Katie looked up, smiling gently. "Patrick, you know its not your fault."

Patrick looked down at his feet. "Y…yes it is….He was following me…. And if he hadn't…. Brendon wouldn't have-"

Jon cut in this time. "Patrick, it wasn't your fault. Brendon just had a…. PMS moment."

Pete smiled. "I get those a lot, don't worry."

Patrick smiled, looking down at his feet. "Jon, I'm going to kill you."

Jon let out a laugh. "Aww, Patrick, don't worry, Pete doesn't know about your initials… yet."

Sabrina was soon on her ass in hysterics, all anger gone, as Patrick tackled Jon. "PMS!!!!"

Pete looked at the group in amusement. "I think… I had you guys wrong."

Brendon glared at Pete. "Yeah… we 'Dance freaks' get that a lot."

"Shut up Brendon, and hold yourself like a nice boy." Sabrina smirked, bringing her hand over the back of his head… gently this time. Brendon grinned.

Katie helped Pete to his feet, still checking him over. "So, your sure you're alright?"

Pete nodded. "Thanks, I appreciate the help."

Brendon glanced at Pete, flinching under the cold glare he was receiving from Katie. "Look, Skater-dude." He started, only to be interrupted by the other boy. "Please, just call me Pete."

Brendon rolled his eyes. "Okay, Pete. Look, I'm sorry… Guess I was too quick to judge."

Pete shrugged. "Ah, whatever. I don't really mind. Its not the first time I've been punched in the gut. Probably won't be the last."

Katie's expression softened, as she let out a sigh of relief. "Glad to see all that's over with." She paused, glancing from Pete, back to Brendon. "Sorry Brend. Don't hate me for too long."

Brendon stood fully now, still stiff from being booted violently in between the legs. "Nah, not a problem. I'm just glad you weren't wearing your heels this time."

Katie giggled. Brendon watched, eying Pete with amusement as Pete's head turned towards Katie, a look of shock on his face. Katie was more into the Punk-rock-Gothic style. She didn't seem like the type to wear heels.

"Yeah, but that time, was an accident." Katie grinned, playing innocent.

"Bullshit!" Brendon smirked, limping over, playfully snapping at the back of her bra.

"Oww! Fuck off!" Katie screamed, lunging backwards, colliding with Pete, falling to the floor on the unsuspecting skater.

"Holy shit!" Pete laughed, catching her, but landing on his ass in the process. He already felt a friendship growing towards these people. And all his life, he had been told to stay away from them. He couldn't understand why. Anything they had done, couldn't be nearly as bad as the things he, himself had.

"Sorry!" Katie laughed, getting ready to climb off, only to hesitate. Pete was staring right at her. She turned her head, so her face was in line with his. "What'cha looking at?" She smirked, raising her pierced eyebrow.

"Oh, umm. Nothing." Pete smirked, blushing slightly, his own face inches away from hers.

"Aww, are we going to have a moment here?" Sabrina teased, grinning.

"Oh, wait, let me get my camera." Jon laughed, clasping his hands together, leaning towards the two teenagers sprawled across the floor, puckering his lips. Their only response was two middle fingers being brought up in unison. Katie and Pete both laughed shyly, Katie gently sliding off of Pete's lap.

"So… Pete." She whispered, trying not to make too much eye contact. She said, a little louder, "Do you want to hang out with us for a bit?" Her eyes scanned the room, checking to see if there were any protests. Even Brendon didn't make any sign of disagreeing.

"Uh, yeah, sure, why not?" He grinned, being a little more open, stretching as he climbed to his feet. "Hey, do you guys mind if I bring Ry-Ry along?"

"Ry-Ry?" Sabrina echoed, confusion on her face.

"George Ryan Ross." Katie smirked, getting a few quizzical looks. "Calm down, I have him in my Language class. We had to partner up for some crappy literature assignment."

"Yep, that's him." Pete blinked, seemingly confused, but whatever, that was fine. "You wouldn't mind, would you?" His eyes instantly fell to Brendon.

"Meh. Whatever. If your okay, he probably is too, after you get past the shitty attitude." Brendon scoffed, rolling his eyes, earning a light cuff over the back of the head by Sabrina's well aimed hand. She followed with, "Be nice. Please."

Brendon sighed. "Fine. I'll try."

Together, the group walked out of the auditorium, free at last to do as they pleased. Pete had already whipped out his cell phone, being chewed out momentarily for his asshole comments earlier by Ryan, but soon calmed his friend down. By the time everyone had gathered their stuff and got outside, Ryan was already waiting. Even Patrick seemed to have grown comfortable around Pete, though he flinched nervously away from the other skater.

"Its okay Patrick, Ryan couldn't hurt you if he tried." Pete smirked, noticing the nervous boy's skepticism. Patrick looked up at Pete, wide eyes, before allowing himself to calm down a bit. Ryan walked up to the group, raising an eyebrow at Pete, before introducing himself to the unfamiliar faces.

"Hey, I'm Ryan." He grinned, though, he purposely avoided Brendon's gaze. The last thing he needed was an up-tight jack ass on his case.

"So, where're we goin'?" Pete yawned, stretching.

"To Sabby's house. We're going to go and listen to some music, eat junk food, all that shit." Brendon replied casually, watching Sabrina stiffen in annoyance.

"Eat all my food again and I will kick your skinny little ass. Understood?" She laughed, though, it was obvious there was truth in her words.

"But your cooking is so good!" Brendon pouted. He felt a sliver of pride hit him as Sabrina smiled, flattered at the comment.

The group walked together, slipping away, and soon, the auditorium was out of sight.