Chapter 4
(CHASE'S POV)
Everything was blurry for a split second and I wasn't even thinking when I did what I did. My muscles were still tense as hell, the tip of my knuckles felt wet and I was shaking with unknown rage.
I looked beside me and saw a kid with black hair kneeling on the ground, his strange red eyes were wide looking at me. It was the kid with that Arsenal thing that I had. He was shocked, the people from all around the school looked at me and the kid, then to the fat son of a bitch sprawled out on the ground. His dickeating friends all confused and stunned. A moment of silence for about thirty seconds until…
"HOLY SHIT! CHASE KNOCKED OUT KALE!" Some guy yelled.
The whole area went frantic. People with their phones out tweeting and sharing the goddamn thing. If there is one thing I hate, it's people who just sit there and record fights, especially when most of them can't fight for shit. I'm not much of a fighter, but I'll kick an ass if I have to.
I ignored the people's constant shouting and gossiping, and the hollow ass threats of Kale's lackeys. Fuck them.
I went to the kid and asked if he was ok.
"…" He didn't respond.
I sighed as I saw the principle walk to the scene. His name was Mr. Rush and trust me, he's one strict son of a bitch. He'll get you expelled for pissing yourself even though your teacher wouldn't let you use the bathroom. He's a legitimate dick.
He walked through the crowd with authority as if he was the goddamn king of earth. The bastard. He had a slim grey suit, his grey hair combed neatly to the side, his stupid ass pencil mustache sitting on top of his chapped lips. Yeah...fuck this guy. He was like sixty something still working as a principle, this guy needs to get himself laid.
He walked up to me and shook his old ass head.
"Chase Hawthorne, to my office." Seriously though, FUCK this guy.
"As for you lot!" He said to the still growing crowd. "To block two. NOW!"
The crowd dispersed in like three seconds. Nobody had the balls to stick it to the principle.
-45 minutes later-
I swear the only person that the Rush hates more than me is Kale because had it been anyone else I fucked up like that, I'd of been in cuffs right now, but Kale got a two day suspension for his harassment and I got a demerit. Ain't that some shit. I was sent to lunch and I got once again, looked at like I was the mother fuckin devil. Fuck my life.
I took my seat in my usual spot. At my table was Karren Xeniog, Midnight and his girl. He always brought his girls with him. Karren was a tough as chick that was a good friend of mine. She was cool with Midnight but he tends to piss her off. Her temper is almost as bad as Midnight's. While Midnight was sucking face with this week's hooker, Karren was glaring daggers at Sonna from across the cafeteria.
"Ya know if you keep glaring like that your face will get stuck." I said.
"Piss off Chase. I just can't stand the bitch is all." Karren hates Sonna due to the fact that Sonna's dad fired her dad, and now Karren family is broke as hell. Plus the fact that Sonna one ups here in like everything and BAM! You got yourself a vengeful grudge. "Just look at her eating like the goddamn princess she is."
"Yeah she's going off on that sandwich." I remarked sarcastically as I stared at Sonna. Then I noticed that she sat with the kid I keep seeing. "Uh, I'll be back…"
"Whatever, fuck off already." I walked to the table pretty boldly if I might add.
They seemed to be having a conversation, but it was cut short when the kid saw me. Sonna looked up from their conversation at me, then glared.
"What is it!" She demanded more than asked. Guess she's still pissed.
"Sorry but I got questions for your little associate." The kid looked confused.
I pulled out my Arsenal and Sonna damn near choked on her food.
"Listen I still don't really get this th-"
"How did you get that!" Sonna exclaimed. Her bright red eyes wide at the box.
"Relax Sonna, he didn't steal it. It's his." The kid quickly said.
"Well actually, it's my uncle's." I corrected.
"Then why were you able to take the trial?" Asked the kid in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Trial..? WAIT! How'd you know…" Then Sonna spoke.
"All holders of an Arsenal are notified when a new holder is deemed "certified" to use one. R, why didn't you tell me it was him?!"
"Uh...I dunno. I didn't really give a shit at the time." He said with a cheeky ass smile.
"So your name is R?" Weird ass name.
"No ya shit-stain. The names Rodman. R for short."
"Right...anyway, so how does it work?" I asked. Staring at the box.
"You may have passed your trial, but you have to be accepted by the Director in order to have full access to the Arsenal." He stated with his chin high. Little bastard…
"Who and or what is the goddamn Director?"
"Oh he's our boss-"
~SMACK!~
"OOOOOWWW!!!" Sonna straight slapped the fuck outta the little bastard, but now I was curious.
"Your...boss? Boss of what?" I asked.
"None of your business!" She harshly said.
"The hell are you guys secret agents or something?"
"Yes." R answered.
~SMACK!~
"DAAAAMN!!!" R had a tear in his eyes.
"Holy shit dude! Agents! I want in on-"
"No way are you joining!" Sonna cut me off.
"But WHY?!" R and I asked.
"We don't need you!"
"But Sonna he defended me earlier, he can throw a bitchin right cross, I could teach him the ways of ROD the GOOOOOOD!!!" R shouted valiantly.
"No R."
"Please! He could even help you with your lack of se-" She quickly started to strangle R, her face was red with embarrassment and anger yet again.
"R YOU STUPID, DIRTY, PERVERTED, LITTLE JACKASS!!!"
I sweatdropped and cleared my throat. They paused their antics and looked at me.
"I swear I won't say shit about this, just let me join. Please!
"...fine meet me and R after school in the parking lot. DON'T BE LATE."
For a pretty ass nerdy chick, she gave me hella chills…
"After school. Got it!" The bell rang so it was time for fourth period.