Sorry for the long delay in this chapter. I'm very easily distracted by other things; work, friends, shiny objects...you get the idea. Well, I've seen Star Wars:episode 2 and Spiderman so now I can bring you another chapter. ENJOY!!

Disclaimer: I still don't own this.



It must really blow to be you: The Boys Room

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Wednesday. If I was paranoid yesterday about everyone leaving me alone, I shouldn't be scared anymore. Everything seems to be back to my fucked up version of normal (meaning that I got the crap kicked out of me and I've been humiliated enough to make me remember why I still need a therapist).

It started as soon as I got off the bus this morning. A group of guys grabbed me and threw me into the dumpster (which made me grateful that I left my camera at home today). It could have been worse. It could have been the flagpole again. I missed my first period class because a couple guys decided to give me a beat-down and shove me in my locker. The janitor let me out before the second period bell rang. I ate lunch on the bleachers just to get away from everyone. I haven't seen Zeke or Stokely yet today, besides I think she's still pissed at me. After lunch, I got jumped in the boys room by Josh and Trevor. They smashed my head into the wall, repeatedly, until Mr. Tate walked in.

So that brings us to the here and now. I'm skipping class. I have a pounding headache and I'm bleeding from several places on my face. I look in the mirror and take note of each cut. There's a gash on my forhead, one on my nose, a couple on my cheek, my lip split again and I'm almost glad I can't see the back of my head because....ow. I try my best to clean the cuts with a wet paper towel. I can't seem to tear my eyes away from the spot where those two jocks pounded my skull into the wall. Shit. They actually broke tiles (which is how my face got cut up).

I can't even really describe how I feel right now. I feel so angry, at everyone, at myself... People always used to wonder why I never stood up for myself. Today was a good reminder. If I do, it makes it worse. If I just lie down and take the abuse it's over so much quicker. If you fight back, they only get more pleasure out of breaking you down. I thought yesterday, after my chat with Delilah, that I couldn't possibly feel any more shitty. Apparently whatever cruel gods exist decided that I should be proven wrong. Today makes yesterday looks like a fucking walk in the park.

And to think I saved these people...

I hear the door open and look over my shoulder to see who it is. I sigh in relief when I notice it's just Zeke. He's got someone with him so he must be doing buisness. The guy with him is someone I've seen around before. He's got short light-brown hair that's really curly and these weird sunglasses. [Author's note: The guy is supposed to be the one from the beginning of the movie that buys a fake ID off of Zeke. You know who I mean. He's the guy who's on "That 70's Show"-L]

Zeke smiles at me for the briefest of seconds before it melts into something more shocked. "Man, you look like shit!" he remarks. I shrug, my eyes still focused on the wall of newly broken tiles behind him. He follows my gaze and mutters something that sounds like "fuckin' christ". He gestures to his customer to wait and walks over to me. Taking the paper towel out of my hand, he turns me around and takes care of the gash on the back on my head. I let him. I really appreciate this...help without pity. He's a good friend. He ignores me when I mumble that he doesn't need to do this.

I can tell that his customer is getting impatient. He keeps glancing at the door and shifting his weight from foot to foot. He growls. "C'mon, man! Do you have it or not?"

"Give me a sec." Zeke mumbles, his hands still shifting through my hair to remove bits of plaster and ceramic.

The guy walks over, pushing me aside roughly. Not wanting to start anymore trouble, I stifle a groan as my hip smashes into the sink. "I didn't come here to watch you play fucking nursemaid to this loser." he says.

Zeke, looking none to happy, grabs the guy by the collar. "Call my friend a loser one more time and we never to buisness again. Capice?"

The guy nods and Zeke lets him go. "I have it. It's gonna cost you fifty."

"Fifty!?"

"You think it's easy to find bootlegs of movies that aren't even in theaters yet? It's Fifty."

He growls again. "I have forty on me."

"Too bad. I'll only take fifty." I can't help but smile. Zeke is ruthless sometimes, especially when it comes to money.

"Let me finish! I only have forty but I have a couple of these." He holds up two strangely familiar looking pens.

Zeke rolls his eyes. "I don't deal in that shit anymore, man. I told you that. Those are worthless to me. Look, why don't you try selling those to someone and come back with the money. Casey, come with me."

I follow Zeke out of the bathroom, slightly shocked. "Where the hell are we going?"

"To my car. I've been looking for you all day."

"...looking for me?"

"Yeah." He doesn't offer up any furthur explaination so I follow him in silence through the halls and across the parking lot.

When we reach his car, he pulls open the passenger side door and shoves me inside. "Stay here." he growls "and don't move, no matter what."

I raise an eyebrow in question. How serious is this situation? ...whatever it is Zeke just slams the door and walks around the car. Now I'm confused and just a bit scared. Zeke gets something from the trunk. Then walks back towards the school. I feel a little bit of relief when Zeke comes back a few minutes later with a pissed off Stokely in tow. He stands by the door and pulls it open, his other hand on Stokely's arm so she can't just walk away.

"I have nothing to say to him." Stokely protests

"Good. Then just listen." Zeke responds. Then Zeke turns to me. I haven't left the seat. "Get out."

"You told me not to move. No. Matter. What." I say. Somewhere in the back of my mind I know how childish me and Stokes are being but there's a principle behind this....I just don't remember what it was.

"Look, both of you," he starts. "I'm sick of this. You two are practically best friends and you're acting like kids. Either make up or I'm killing the both of you." I laugh weakly until I see that Stokely has gone pale...well, paler then usual. I follow her gaze to where it rests at Zeke's waist and my eyes widen when I notice what she'd been staring at. Zeke has his gun tucked into the waistband of his pants. Shit...he's fucking serious.

Neither of us has said anything . We're just too dumbstruck by these rather extreme tactics. Zeke smirks at us. "Apologize." He says.

Fine. I want this fight to be over. I hate that Stokely is mad at me. "Stokes," I start, she glares at me. She probably thinks I'm going to give some half-assed apology but I really want this to be sincere. "I'm sorry. I really am. I don't know what made me say those stupid things but I didn't really mean them. Stan's a good guy and I'm glad you two are happy together. I'm an ass, please forgive me."

She has a small smile on her face. "You compared our relationship to The Breakfast Club." she says, feigning a pout.

"Stokes, you and Zeke are the only two people on my short list of close friends. Please don't cut that list in half."

For a second she looks shocked, like she wasn't expecting something so honest. "Ok," she smiles. "I'm sorry that I over-reacted."

We hug and I feel....just amazing. This is the high point of my day. I got my friend back and despite all the shit that's happened to me today I can't help but smile.

"Zeke?" Stokely says.

I look over at him and see him grinning madly "yeah."

"Put that fucking thing away! God damned psycho!" Stokely yells.

He tosses the gun into his car. "Relax. It wasn't even loaded."

"Wasn't loaded!?! You are scary sometimes. You do know that, right?"

"You want scary? Go talk to Delilah when she's PMSing."

We all laugh at that and head back to school. Stokely suddenly stands in front of me and peers into my face. "What happned to your face?"

"Trevor and Josh."

"Assholes." She mutters.

"Tell me about it."

"By the way Case," She says, nudging me on the arm. "You do know that if this was like The Breakfast Club, You'd end up alone."

I nod. "But that would also mean that Zeke would be dating Delilah."

"I shudder to think..." says Zeke

Stokes and I hug again and she dashes off to class just as the bell rings and the hall floods with people. Zeke grabs my arm and pulls me into the bathroom.

"How's your head?"

I touch the sore spot on the back of my head. "It hurts like a bitch but I'll be ok. Thanks for that...out there."

He lights up a cigarette. "It needed doing. Deperate times, ya know?"

"Well, thanks, I guess."

"The other reason I needed to find you was to give you a message from Coach."

"Really?"

"Yeah," Zeke took another drag and exhaled through his nose. "You have your first practice tomorrow. Coach wants to get your times. Shit like that."

"Ok, cool."

He puts what's left of his cigarette out on his shoe "I gotta go. Watch your back, man."

I stand alone in the boys room, thinking 'just what the hell did he mean by that?'

TBC

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YAY! I finally got another chapter done. I think maybe now would be a good time to explain some things and respond to some of the great reviews I've been getting. (THANK YOU TO ALL MY REVIEWERS!)

Firstly, To earthluver28: sorry but there will be much much more hurting Casey. If you haven't noticed yet, I love torturing the poor bugger.

To Captain Swoots. Congrats on getting this movie it's own catagory!

To Ashley, thank you for liking my story enough to bug me about writing more.

To Pooka, rest easy Casey's camera is safe.

To Twitteringpig, I agree with you 100%. I would rather have my eyeballs burnt out then to see Casey and Deiliah end up together. The only two parts of the movie's ending I hated were 1) when Stokely was dressed like a prep (in pastels, for fuck's sake!) No one goes from goth to prep in a month...no one! and 2) that Casey and Delilah ended up together. That's so unrealistic. Delilah dumps Stan just cause he's not a football player anymore so why would she turn to someone she thinks is a geek? She's too shallow to go out with Casey. She said it herself, head cheerleaders only date star quarterbacks. (Btw, did you know if you do Delilah's numerology there's a 666 in her last name? It's true.)

So anyways, let me be perfectly blunt. I have one more chapter planned but after that who knows where I'm going with this. Any suggestions are welcome and will be carefully considered. Thank you!!