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NOTE: I don't own any of these characters (it'd be cool if I did, though). They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone. I know Fred use to be into the whole drug thing and Angel use to be a big bad boy. Give me a break. I'm trying to deal with typical teenage issues. And NEVER do drugs or liquor! I don't care how old you are. Stay away from them. They'll kill you! Not that I'm on the subject of bad things child abuse is also awful. Don't hurt your children, either. No matter how upset you get. That is all. (Oh, and could someone tell me what lol means? I have no clue. But I'm not a dork. Really.)
A/N: I might have to take a break from writing the rest of this story. I'm going to finish it but my last parts will have to be done by next week exactly. It's hard to explain but in the meantime I'll be working on a lion king story. Enjoy that until this one is finished.
Summary: When Connor goes back to school on Monday he's happy to see Leslie but then something goes very wrong. Something that involves our favorite mean, young vamp, Rob.
CHAPTER 22
When Connor got his lunch tray and went into the school cafeteria he saw Leslie sitting at a table with Kathy and Harold. He beamed brightly. Connor went up and joined them at the table.
"Leslie, hi. Hi, guys."
"Hey, Connor," said Kathy.
"Hi," said Harold.
"Leslie, are you okay?" asked Connor.
"Oh, yeah. I guess. Besides having detention all this week I'm fine," said Leslie.
Connor smiled at her. "Great."
Someone, wearing a hood, tossed a basketball toward the teens' table. "Whoa, what was that?" asked Kathy. While that was going on the hooded guy walked up and switched Connor's drink with a different one that was in an identical cup and had the same drink color. He left quickly.
"Who tossed a ball?" asked Harold. "Who sucks that much?"
"You shouldn't talk. I've seen you play before," said Kathy.
"Not funny," said Harold.
Connor lifted up his cup and took a drink. "Whoa. This stuff is strong," he said.
"It's cafeteria food. What do you expect?" said Leslie.
Connor started to drink again. "It doesn't taste that bad, though."
"Wait a second," said Harold. He snatched the cup and sniffed it. "This is some strong booze, Connor!"
"Booze? What? How? I had a grape soda," said Connor.
"Wow! It's all over your breath," said Kathy, waving her hand in the air to get rid of the smell.
"Aw, man. Harold, you got anymore breath mints?" asked Connor.
"Nope. I gave up the drinking thing. I don't need them," said Harold.
"This is awful. Connor is dead! He drank a lot of that stuff. I can still smell it and his mouth is shut," said Leslie.
"You better go to the drug store to get some gum before the bell-" Kathy said. Just then the end of lunch bell sounded. "Rings."
Connor made it through the day without anyone really noticing his drinking breath (besides a LOT of kids). When he got to the hotel (after detention let out) he poked his head in. For once, no one was at the desk or near the weapons. He let out a sigh of relief. As he was tipping towards an elevator it opened. Angel was standing there!
"Hi, Connor. How was school?" said Angel.
"Great. Just great," said Connor, covering his mouth. "See you."
"Connor, wait. What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? Nothing. Nothing's the matter. I have homework, Dad."
Before he could get to the stairs Angel grabbed his wrist. "What's wrong with your mouth?"
"Nothing. I gotta go."
"Connor," Angel said sternly, "Move the hand."
Connor slowly removed his hand from his mouth and sighed.
"Whoa. What did you have for lunch, wine?"
"No. I don't know. Someone slipped it to me."
"Right, Connor. I can't believe you. You could at least think of an original excuse. I told you how I feel about this and you completely ignore me. Well, I've had enough."
"But, Dad," said Connor.
"I don't want to hear it. Go to your room. And get use to being there," said Angel. "I'll be up in a minute."
"Fine," said Connor. He entered the elevator and headed up to his bedroom. Connor was really in deep this time.
NOTE: I don't own any of these characters (it'd be cool if I did, though). They belong to the WB. They are WB characters alone. I know Fred use to be into the whole drug thing and Angel use to be a big bad boy. Give me a break. I'm trying to deal with typical teenage issues. And NEVER do drugs or liquor! I don't care how old you are. Stay away from them. They'll kill you! Not that I'm on the subject of bad things child abuse is also awful. Don't hurt your children, either. No matter how upset you get. That is all. (Oh, and could someone tell me what lol means? I have no clue. But I'm not a dork. Really.)
A/N: I might have to take a break from writing the rest of this story. I'm going to finish it but my last parts will have to be done by next week exactly. It's hard to explain but in the meantime I'll be working on a lion king story. Enjoy that until this one is finished.
Summary: When Connor goes back to school on Monday he's happy to see Leslie but then something goes very wrong. Something that involves our favorite mean, young vamp, Rob.
CHAPTER 22
When Connor got his lunch tray and went into the school cafeteria he saw Leslie sitting at a table with Kathy and Harold. He beamed brightly. Connor went up and joined them at the table.
"Leslie, hi. Hi, guys."
"Hey, Connor," said Kathy.
"Hi," said Harold.
"Leslie, are you okay?" asked Connor.
"Oh, yeah. I guess. Besides having detention all this week I'm fine," said Leslie.
Connor smiled at her. "Great."
Someone, wearing a hood, tossed a basketball toward the teens' table. "Whoa, what was that?" asked Kathy. While that was going on the hooded guy walked up and switched Connor's drink with a different one that was in an identical cup and had the same drink color. He left quickly.
"Who tossed a ball?" asked Harold. "Who sucks that much?"
"You shouldn't talk. I've seen you play before," said Kathy.
"Not funny," said Harold.
Connor lifted up his cup and took a drink. "Whoa. This stuff is strong," he said.
"It's cafeteria food. What do you expect?" said Leslie.
Connor started to drink again. "It doesn't taste that bad, though."
"Wait a second," said Harold. He snatched the cup and sniffed it. "This is some strong booze, Connor!"
"Booze? What? How? I had a grape soda," said Connor.
"Wow! It's all over your breath," said Kathy, waving her hand in the air to get rid of the smell.
"Aw, man. Harold, you got anymore breath mints?" asked Connor.
"Nope. I gave up the drinking thing. I don't need them," said Harold.
"This is awful. Connor is dead! He drank a lot of that stuff. I can still smell it and his mouth is shut," said Leslie.
"You better go to the drug store to get some gum before the bell-" Kathy said. Just then the end of lunch bell sounded. "Rings."
Connor made it through the day without anyone really noticing his drinking breath (besides a LOT of kids). When he got to the hotel (after detention let out) he poked his head in. For once, no one was at the desk or near the weapons. He let out a sigh of relief. As he was tipping towards an elevator it opened. Angel was standing there!
"Hi, Connor. How was school?" said Angel.
"Great. Just great," said Connor, covering his mouth. "See you."
"Connor, wait. What's wrong?"
"What's wrong? Nothing. Nothing's the matter. I have homework, Dad."
Before he could get to the stairs Angel grabbed his wrist. "What's wrong with your mouth?"
"Nothing. I gotta go."
"Connor," Angel said sternly, "Move the hand."
Connor slowly removed his hand from his mouth and sighed.
"Whoa. What did you have for lunch, wine?"
"No. I don't know. Someone slipped it to me."
"Right, Connor. I can't believe you. You could at least think of an original excuse. I told you how I feel about this and you completely ignore me. Well, I've had enough."
"But, Dad," said Connor.
"I don't want to hear it. Go to your room. And get use to being there," said Angel. "I'll be up in a minute."
"Fine," said Connor. He entered the elevator and headed up to his bedroom. Connor was really in deep this time.