This chapter is for 'KlaineRomance'. My most frequent reviewer. Who seems to cry because of this story? Again, I'm sorry! :( Go check them out!
WARNING! THERE IS ALOT OF BAD LANGUAGE IN THIS CHAPTER! DON'T HURT YOUR POOR, SHELTERED EARS!
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Disclaimer- I don't own anything related to Glee (except a shitload of posters and DVD's and CD's but you get what I mean).
The room was quiet. Almost silent apart from the odd sigh coming from one of the other boys or a tapping of a pencil in the nearby corner. Jeff's eyes scanned the paper, taking in the text in front of him. Romeo and Juliet was one of Nick's favourites. He knew this because he'd been forced to watch it. More than once. But this knowledge just drove Jeff on. He knew he had to catch up on schoolwork. He'd only been off for a week, but the amount of work Dalton issued made it easy to fall behind. A sigh escaped his lips. He ran a hand through his hair, glancing up at the clock. Only ten minutes left...
Looking across the classroom he caught a glimpse of another boy. He looked just as stressed as he did. Alex, wasn't it? Wasn't that the guy that Nick was supposed to have been seen last with? He knows something.
Jeff sat still in his seat, his jaw set, until the bell rang. He quickly grabbed his things and followed Alex out of the door. He was going to confront him. That bastard knew something.
He was stupid. He was really, really stupid. Why did he let his dad do this? He actually liked Nick; he didn't want him to get hurt. So why was he just standing by letting his dad kick the shit out of him? He was weak and pathetic. He had to stop this.
"Alex", came a voice from behind him. He turned around and came face to face with Nick's best friend. Jeff Sterling. Also known for being really good in a fight. He gulped.
"Jeff. How are you holding up?" he asked, hoping that the other buy didn't notice the waver in his voice.
"Don't give me any bullshit, Alex. Where's Nick?" Jeff's gaze was icy and he stared daggers into Alex's eyes. He snarled, a sign that the boy was fuming.
"What? Jeff, I don't know", he tried to stay calm, he really did, but it proved difficult when a 6ft tall boy was squaring up to him.
"Don't lie to me!" Jeff yelled before shoving Alex. Alex pushed back, only to find himself being held back by one of the Warblers.
"I'm not lying to you! How the fuck am I supposed to know where he is? I care just as much as you do, Jeff! Just because you've known him for fucking ever doesn't give you the right to think that you're affected the most by it!" He yelled, earning himself a growl, a 'fuck you' and a struggling Jeff, who was also being held back.
"Oh, you're just as upset? Do you go to sleep crying every night? Do you space out all the fucking time? Does your chest ache when you think about him because you miss him so fucking much? No, I don't think it does. And I swear to god you are so lucky because if I wasn't being held back I wouldn't hesitate in breaking your fucking nose. Asshole!" Jeff broke free of the arms holding him back and lunged at Alex.
The Warbler's that were holding Alex back let go of him immediately, knowing the damage that Jeff could cause. Jeff knocked Alex to the floor punching him square in the face. Alex felt blood pouring from his nose, but he fought back, swinging punch wherever he could.
"I hate you, you know that? You know where my best friend is. WHY. WON'T. YOU. TELL. ME!" Jeff cried, swinging his fist in time with his words. Alex began to feel light-headed, and barely noticed when Jeff was pulled off him by two burley looking police officers.
"Someone get a paramedic!" An unknown voice shouted.
One of the police officers shoved Jeff down the hallway and into an office. A faint "What the hell do you think you're doing?" was heard from the inside.
"He knows! He fucking knows where he is but he won't say because he's such an asshole! Don't just stand there! Question him or something. Please", Jeff cried, his voice cracking at the end of the sentence.
"I can't just interrogate a kid because you think he might know where your best friend is. We've already talked to him anyway. Says he and Nick left together, he dropped him off at the corner on Monroe Street, and then drove home. What more do you want us to do?" The same police officer that had threatened Jeff sat before him.
"Do something! There has to be something more you could do", Jeff whined. Was he shaking? Yes, he was shaking...
"Like what? Interview every kid that ever associated with your friend?" The officer cried, throwing his hands in the air.
Jeff replied with an unwavering gaze. The officer sighed, "We can't do that".
Jeff pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to ward off the permanent headache that he seemed to have had the past week. He sighed, and stood up.
"Whatever, let me know if you find something", he said, opening the door to the hallway outside.
"Get some ice on that eye, kid", the officer said, his lips drawn in a thin line.
Jeff turned and nodded slightly, and then he walked into the hallway, shutting the door behind him.
I know it's short. I'm sorry, but the next chapter will hopefully be longer.
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