Hi peeps ^_^ Let's see what becomes of this chapter, shall we? I have a few slight ideas about what's up with Onyx, as well as getting rid of the Freakazette idea. Sorry, but I don't feel like turning Onyx into Freakazette, even though that was my idea when I created her in chapter one. I also have some ideas for Lobey, as well hopefully bringing in Roddy MacStew in soon. I also hope to bring in the Huntsman at some point of the story. That would be interesting.
So… right now I am eating popcorn =/
Entity – Yes, why not? Let's make that a common occurrence, lol. Not too common though, otherwise it'll sound like your character is stalking them, haha.
Nekojoshi – Yay, a new reviewer! It's okay, I won't laugh at you – you would be surprised at some of the things I dream up. And about your Freakazoid craving – it ain't going to go away anytime soon, lol. I listen to the music, write here, read other stories, even watch the episodes all the time and look up fan art, and I haven't fixed my craving yet. Especially because Freakazoid had so much potential that they tapped but never went too deep into (i.e. The Chip, Gutierrez, Roddy MacStew).
Disclaimer: The only thing that belongs to me is Onyx. Everything else is someone else's – even the blue and black motorcycle that keeps popping up. That belongs to Entity of Darkness and her character that is in her Freakazoid story. I suggest ya'll read it and give her some encouragement. It's called Freaky Mad Darkness.
.:I just finished my popcorn:.
Onyx and Dexter were sitting at the coffee table at her house, laptop playing Yeah by Usher, and paper and math books spread across the table.
"Okay, so I divide this number by the answer I get from this problem over here?" Onyx asked, staring at the notebook in front of her, holding a pencil and calculator. Dexter shook his head.
"No, you multiple those, and then divide that answer by the square root of the other number the problem gives you, see?" he asked, pointing at some numbers. Onyx looked from one number tp the other, and back again, before letting her head fall onto the notebook and almost smashing Dexter's finger.
"No, I don't see. I fail miserably at math." She simple stated. Dexter laughed. It was amazing how much they shared in common, then it comes to something like this and they were complete opposites.
Onyx was under the firm belief that math hated her, because she herself hated it with a deep passion. It was a miracle that she made it to Geometry by her senior year. In middle school she had general math and pre algebra. Her freshman year in high school, she failed algebra 1 half way through the year and had to go back to pre algebra for the second semester. Sophomore year, she made it through algebra 1 the first semester, but failed it the second semester. So that meant she had to take it a third time her junior year. She finally passed it then. Now in her senior year, she made it to geometry. It was what she was aiming for, out of all the areas they covered in her math classes, she was best at geometry, and this year it was a little easier. But that just meant she only had to do the same problem three times to get it right, instead of six or seven. All in all, she sucked at math.
And then you have mister straight A's next to her, who made general math and pre algebra in middle school, aced algebra 1 his freshman year, aced geometry his sophomore year, aced algebra 2 junior year, and was now pulling A's in pre-calculus. He had helped others with math though, so he knew when it was time to quit.
"Why don't we take a break from the math for a while? If we don't, you're not going to get this at all tonight." He suggested, taking the notebook from her. Her head popped up from the table then.
"Awesome. My sister is no help because she didn't even make it this far in math when she was in school, and Taylor is more for history than math." She said, putting the books completely away. Dexter raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. He had suggested taking a break, not forgetting it entirely. Onyx zipped up her bag and set it back on the ground, before leaning back into the couch with a sigh.
"So where did you go today at lunch?" she asked then, making Dexter stop. "Ruby and I said hi to you, but you just kept going, and then we couldn't find you after going outside." Dexter and Freakazoid both gulped, mind racing to find an answer. He didn't want to lie, but he couldn't necessarily tell the truth either. Well, he could partially tell the truth.
"I… had some important things to do. I was late to my next class because of it. Nothing to worry about though." He told her. Onyx raised her eyebrow this time, but didn't ask for details.
"And what about your black eye, how come Steph punched you?" she asked then. Dexter relaxed a little with that question.
"I guess I said something wrong, honestly. All I did was say hi and then ask if she was okay, because she didn't really look all that happy. Next thing I know, her fist is best friends with my eye for a few seconds." He explained, crossing his legs on the couch and facing her. "Word spreads fast though, I soon found out why it was a bad idea to ask her that. Apparently she and Freakazoid broke up."
"Yeah, Ruby and I met him while we were looking for you." Onyx sat up. Dexter straightened a little bit.
"What did you think of him?" he asked, interested now. Onyx shrugged her shoulders.
"I don't really know. He's not as random as I've heard, from what little we did talk to him. I felt sorry for him, that he was in that relationship at all, and thought he did a good thing, breaking it off with Steph. He told Ruby and I that she only saw him as a trophy. He also had a nasty mark on his face as well – Steph bitch-slapped him apparently when he dumped her. All in all, I thought he was okay. I'd have to talk to him some more though to get a better read on him. Soon after Ruby and I started to talk to him, the bell rang and we had to get back to class." She said, almost apologetically. Dexter nodded, understanding. "Maybe if I had a better chance to talk to him, sometime other than school lunch that is, then I could get a better idea." She finished. Dexter didn't say anything, sitting there thinking.
.:I am so tired today -_-:.
After dinner (shrimp stir fry and penne), Dexter and Onyx said bye to her sister and brother-in-law, and went out for more exploring. They had decided to head towards the park again, because they hadn't really explored very much after Onyx knocked Dexter into the river.
One of the houses they passed on the way was really noisy and had a lot of lights on and people inside. They presumed it was a party of some kind, and where about to pass on.
"Hey Dexter, didn't Duncan have a party to go to tonight?" Freakazoid asked him then, taking over Dexter's motions and walking him up to peak in the window. Onyx looked at him oddly, but followed after a moment.
"Hey, I thought I told you not to do that!" Dexter told him, his eyes scanning the crowd for Duncan. It didn't take long to find him with three sets of eyes looking. Onyx found him first.
"Isn't that your brother, Dex?" she asked, pointing at the couch. Dexter nodded, watching him. He appeared to be… drunk. And he spotted them out the window right as they turned around to leave, having seen them. Getting up from the couch, he excused himself from the party, bring a beer can with him, and left the house, following his brother and the strange girl at a distance.
Not realizing they had a follower, Dexter and Onyx made it to the park without incident. They found the spot where they had set up last night's fire, due mostly to the blackened pebbles, and then found a bench nearby. Duncan could vaguely hear them talking about accents, so he crept closer and hid behind a bush that was right behind the bench.
"You should meet a friend of mine, I think you would like him. He has a pretty noticeable Scottish accent." Dexter was saying, leaning back in the bench. After taking another gulp of his beer, Duncan was getting an idea of how to say hello to his little brother.
"I think most accents are pretty cool to listen to. Except Spanish accents for some reason, I don't really like those. Mostly English, Scottish, German, and Russian are my favorites." The girl with the long hair said. Duncan wondered about her for a moment, if she was the reason Dexter was out so late last night. He noted how pretty the girl was, his thoughts influenced by his drink. Making his decision, Duncan got up carefully (as carefully as could be managed while drunk) and snuck up behind the two. Holding his beer in one hand and raising the other in a fist, he swung down.
Onyx noticed the movement out of the corner of her eye, and jerked out of the way with a squeal when the fist made contact with Dexter, sending him off the bench and sprawling on the ground. Dexter moaned and tried to sit up, his hand on the side of his head.
"Onyx, could you catch the license plate of the bus that just hit me?" he asked, picking himself up off the ground and wincing when he moved wrong. Duncan was laughing his head off.
"Funny…" said Onyx, glaring at the drunken boy. "The license plate spells out your brother's name." She went over and helped Dexter up, before turning and glaring at the older boy.
"And just what is accomplished with that?" she asked him, crossing her arms. Duncan tried to quell his laughter for a moment to answer her.
"Just, haha, just saying, haha, hello, to my little brother." He wheezed out, clutching the bench with his free hand to stop himself from falling over. Dexter shook his head.
"That's always the way he says hello to me, or bye, or anything else he needs to say – he hits me."
Onyx frowned, before smiling a little psychotically with an idea then. She glanced at Dexter and winked. Dexter and Freak were a little surprised at the smile – it looked a lot like the one Freakazoid himself had.
"I think I know how to get rid of this little problem." She muttered, before walking over to Duncan. She could tell just by the smell of him that he was drunk, and was sure his thoughts were completely at the mercy of whoever wanted to mess with him. She turned back to Dexter for a moment and gave a reassuring nod, before adopting a sickeningly sweet look on her face, the kind that made some people want to puke rainbows. And she angled this look at Duncan.
"There there, that was very brave of you to hit your brother from behind, that takes a lot of guts." She told him in a sweet voice, knowing he would not catch on until it was too late. Dexter, who again, because of Freakazoid, was connected to the internet, had a vague idea of what Onyx was about to do, and was trying to hard not to start laughing. The Freak himself was no help, he was rolling around laughing and clutching his side, crying at the same time.
Duncan was a little surprised, and then quickly melted at the attention this pretty girl was giving him. "Aw it was nothing, he was always such a wimp." He told the girl, leaning towards her. Onyx leaned back a little, but managed to keep a straight face.
"So I suppose saving me from the likes of such a wimp deserves a reward?" she asked him, walking around and trailing her fingers across his shoulders. Duncan followed her every move, muddled by the alcohol in his system.
"I'm sure it's nothing a little kiss wouldn't fix." He replied, still leaning towards her with a dumb grin on his face. Onyx still leaned away, before stepping back just out of reach.
"Oh, if you follow me, I'm sure that the reward is worth much more than just a kiss." She told him, stepping back slowly. She looked straight into his eyes and held her hand out, he was putty to her now. He grabbed her hand and followed her out of sight into the woods.
Dexter, left at the bench, wasn't sure whether to burst out laughing or puke from watching the little exchange. Onyx wasn't gone long, Dexter heard rustling and saw her coming back, carrying a bundle under her arms.
"Is that.. what did you do?" Dexter asked, a grin creeping onto his face. Onyx started giggling before she answered, holding up the bundle.
"This, Dexter, is all of the clothes your brother was wearing. He is laying in a few bushes in that direction, drunk, completely naked, and thinking he's going to get laid soon." She said, trying to hold back a giggle fit.
Dexter stared at her for a moment, wondering whether he should laugh or worry about his brother. Freakazoid though, was probably going to need to go to the hospital – he was sure he cracked a rib from laughing so hard. Eventually though, the corners of his mouth turned up, and he joined in the laughter.
Soon as they calmed themselves down, Onyx deposited the clothes on the bench and pulled Dexter up to his feet.
"Come on, I don't want to be around when he realizes he's been had." She said, still giggling a little. Dexter nodded, leading the way out of the park. He didn't want to be around when that happened either.
"Let's go to the school, I have an idea of how to help you figure out where some things are." He told her, heading in that direction.
.: I have most of my Christmas shopping done! =D:.
The Lobe watched everything happen, a smile on his face. Most of the teenagers around this city were so honest and nice, it was refreshing to him to see the red-haired girl play such a cruel trick on that big boy. Perhaps it won't be so difficult to recruit the girl to his cause. He didn't want to take any chances though – The Lobe still planned to use the boy with her as motivation. And the school was the perfect place for his little plan.
The plan in question wasn't that complicated, rather simple actually. As soon as they reached the school, his two henchmen would grab the boy and take him to the roof. He would then threaten the boy's life and, if all went well, he would have a new recruit by midnight.
.:Anyone here play D&D?:.
Dexter and Onyx walked leisurely towards the school in comfortable silence. Well, on the outside it was silence. Dexter's head was not so quiet.
"Go on, grab her hand! What's the worst that could happen?" Freakazoid and Dexter were having a slight argument.
"The worst that could happen? Gee, I don't know, how about the typical answer all nerds get? 'Gee, you're a nice person, why ruin a friendship?' Remember those words?" Dexter replied, thinking back on a few other instances in which that was said. Freakazoid shrugged.
"It won't be any more of a let-down than it was before. Besides, you literally have nothing to lose! So GO for it!" The Freak shouted at him, grinning like a psycho and took over Dexter's movements again. As such, Dexter reached out and grabbed Onyx's hand.
In all honesty, Onyx had not expected Dexter to do that. He didn't seem like the type of person to take the initiative. Still, Onyx wasn't the type either to pull away when it wasn't threatening. Well, he was her friend, you could pretty much consider tonight and last night dates, he wasn't doing anything perverted to her… She turned her head away, blushing, but didn't let go. Onyx may seem like a strong person, but when it came to something like this she was never the first to move.
Dexter was waiting to get slapped or pulled away from, but it didn't happen.
"There, see? What did I tell you?" Freakazoid told him, grinning and easing out of the puppet control. Dexter was holding her hand on his own volition now.
"Oh shush." Dexter replied, blushing slightly and looking away as well. When he chanced a glance at Onyx, she looked a little unsure as well. She chose that moment to look at him from the corner of her eye, and Dexter saw and smiled reassuringly at her. Onyx blushed a little more and looked away. Dexter decided he kind of liked this shy side she was showing right now, and relaxed a little on the glare he was projecting to Freakazoid.
.:D'aww, they are so cute!:.
Natha's notes - And I shall stop this chapter here. It seems like a good place to stop, at 6 pages in Word. Hmm, I wonder whether Duncan will remember any of that in the morning XD If he does, Dexter is going to be in a world of pain, poor guy. Lol. Yes, I laugh at peoples pain, muahaha! =D
So… I'm cold, and tired . I should go to bed now. This will be posted in the morning. I need sleep.
And Entity – don't get discouraged! =D Chin up! I'll send Cosgrove after Charlotte and her motorcycle for speeding if you are not out of that funk by your next chapter! :D lol. But seriously, don't let people like that get to you. It just means they obviously should not be giving the right to read if they only insult others. I'd pound that guy on the head for you, but alas, I don't know where they live =/ Chin up! Write a lot, get loads better, make a bunch of money, and prove them wrong! ^_^