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Shelly- Yeah, I would cry after writing it...I do that sometimes...lol, not with my writing in particular but this one time I cried because something bad happened in a story...it was crazy...but you probably don't care, do ya? Lol...^^ Thank you. Ooo, what have we told you about that thinking thing? It's bad for you...heh, :)...That sounds like a great idea! I'd love too! ^_^ That would be so fun! Good idea! *high five* ^_^
Lori-jo85- Oh fun...I know the feeling though...people from our youth group practically live at our house...we are ALWAYS cleaning...I hate it...lol...anyway, I'm rambling again...thank you! I'm so glad everyone likes Dicey! *tears up* you're all so great! Yes, yes...it is...yes, I think you oughtta meet Liz...she's Hayden's loyal fangirl, aren't ya Liz? ^_^
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WARNING: Slight violence.
Disclaimer- Sorry, I have no witty comment to put in my disclaimer today! I have failed you all!!! WAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Eh, anyway...C-chan doesn't own Everwood...
-Chapter 9-
Dicey and Ephram soon arrived back to the courtyard where they were going to eat when the lunch bell rang.
"That's just peachy..." Dicey muttered under her breath as Ephram surpassed a grin. Today was a good day...nothing could ever go wrong...
"Dicey, remember? We couldn't eat anyway because we threw away that stuff." He remarked as she nodded in agreement. She had forgotten about that.
They went on inside when they didn't find Jake at the tree where they had left him.
Dicey followed Ephram to his locker as he began switching books and things. He was so busy talking with Dicey and minding his own business that he didn't notice the large frame of Nathan Miller walking up behind him.
"Hey Brown. I need to talk to you." He said bitterly as Ephram turned around, genuinely confused. He had forgotten about their little 'encounter' in the lunch line.
"What do you want?" he asked, trying to figure out what the captain of the football team would want with him. How would he end up on his hit list...he hadn't done anything lately...had he? He couldn't quite remember.
"I heard about you and Dicey...how'd it go?" he growled. He hadn't even noticed Dicey standing next to his purple-haired target.
"Just GREAT! What's it to you?" he said angrily. He wasn't please about the invasion of privacy...not that he was fond of the guy in the first place.
"Well, it bothers me that she would pick a little runt like you when she could have someone like me. It really bothers me Brown. So you want to know what I'm going to do about it?" he growled, this time with even more spite than before?
"What Nathan? What are you going to do about it?" Ephram snapped sarcastically. This guy was really starting to get on his nerves.
Nathan muttered a 'this is what' as he slung his fist at Ephram's face.
Ephram hadn't been expecting it but Dicey had a feeling about it. She was about to step out and say something when she felt knuckles colliding with her cheek. She let out a cry of pain as she stumbled back and put her hand over her cheek, turning a hard, teary glare at Nathan. That hurt and she wasn't going to let him get away with it.
But before she could get to him, Ephram was on it. He jumped forward, slinging his fist at Nathan's nose, knuckles meeting hard cartilage, his eyes flaring with anger.
Nathan stumbled back similar to the way Dicey did but before he could even look up to his attacker he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. After clutching his stomach he looked up in time to dodge another punch to the face and connected a punch at Ephram's left eye. Ephram muttered a string of four-letter words before revolting against the larger teen again.
The crowd around broke out into a relentless chant, "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!"
The two boys continued their brawl as teachers struggled to brake in and stop it. They were swinging at each other, blindly attacking.
Finally the vice principal was able to get in long enough to stop the punches and kicks. Some other teachers were then able to get in and holding the thrashing boys and calm them down slightly. Dicey was still whimpering a little and massaging her right cheek.
She didn't mind the consequence because she wasn't a happy camper. She walked up to Nathan, past the teacher restraining Ephram and stopped. She muttered something to him before, much to the teacher's, as well as student's surprise, slapped him and 'raised her knee in appreciation'.
Ephram contained laughter as he face contorted with pain and she glared at him and walked off. But unfortunately, that didn't last long...
Within a matter of 5 minutes the three teens were in the office, staring at the wall. It had been a bad fight and they were taking each of them in and getting their perspective of it.
"Nathan Miller." Came the voice of their principal, Mrs. Raker.
He stood up in pain and trudged to the small "room of doom". They said they would have to wait to go to the clinic until after they got the information. They were all in deep trouble and they knew it.
"You okay Dice?" Ephram asked groggily form his place on the roughly carpeted floor. His whole body ached and his eye was killing him...but he wouldn't tell Dicey for fear of a damaged ego.
"Yeah. I didn't get it bad at all, just a minor punch in the cheek. You're the one who looks like you just came back form a slaughter house." She said with humor, though when she smiled a volt of pain shot through her head.
"Ha, ha. I just wanted to make sure." Ephram said. He had been worried about her. When he saw the punch hit Dicey, his mind went on overload and his emotions took over.
They heard a door slam on the other side of the big plant. Ephram looked at Dicey and she acknowledged. She understood the look as one saying, "you look because I'm in too much pain to but I'm too proud to say it".
She leaned over and much too her surprise, saw Jake walking in, muttering obscenities under his breath. It didn't' look like he had been in a fight or anything so, why was he here?
"Jay? What are you doing here?" Dicey asked, utterly confused yet with an amused look on her face.
When Ephram heard her say his name, he stood up, biting back the pain.
~Why am I being such a baby? I'm not that hurt...sure I feel like a multitude of knives are being jabbed through my body but that's normal, right?~ he thought as he tried walking over to Jake, tripping over his foot and adding another to his collection of bruises.
"Hello Ephram. Man, you don't look so good...what happened to you?" Jake asked. Ephram didn't look so good. A black eye forming on his left eye, bruises forming on his arms and face. He looked like he got a few punches in the stomach due to the fact he was somewhat clutching it and had to hold in painful faces.
"Eh, I feel like I just got run over by a bulldozer...is...that good?" he replied with humor, trying to loosen up the fact he had just gotten in a fight with the captain of the football team...again, not a very smart thing to do...
"Yeah, you look it. Are you okay? What happened?" Jake asked, worry evident in his voice. "What did I miss?" he added with a grin.
"I'm okay...just a little sore. But he had it coming to him." He grinned before earning a weird look form Jake so he continued. "Nathan Miller got mad because of me and Dicey so he started a fight. He took a swing at me and well, it never made contact." He continued.
"Wait, wha? Then how come you look like the living dead if he never hit you?" Jake butted in.
"Hey, I'm not finished yet! Don't interrupt, Jake! Anyway, as I was saying...Dicey said that she was stepping out to say something to her because we don't think he saw her when he ended up hitting her right in the face, hence the large purple spot on her right cheek." He said with slight humor at first.
"Oh, I see. So still, he still hasn't hit you yet!" Jake said in confusion.
Ephram looked at him, slightly ticked. "If you would let me FINISH then maybe we'll get to it before I kill over." He said, shutting Jake up. Ephram grinned to let him know he wasn't really mad and continued.
"Ahem, okay, moving on now. I got really mad and punched him in the nose and then we fought...for quite some time and now we're here." He finished, proud to finally finish.
"Ah...I see...then, why is Dicey here." Jake said, still confused about why the brunette girl was in the office...she didn't appear to have done anything wrong.
"Well, she had to get her two cents in and happened to do so while we were being restrained and dragged off. I will be so mad if they send us to counseling though...those people scare me." Ephram explained.
Jake started laughing as they all broke into laughter, even though it hurt Ephram's stomach. He didn't care.
"Okay, you have our story Jake, what's yours?" Ephram asked.
Jake made a face. "Well, you know that paper from Algebra?" Jake asked.
Ephram nodded his head. He remembered. Jake didn't seem thrilled but didn't act like it was that big of a deal...what could it have said?
"Well, that was a lunch D-Hall for talking back, getting on his nerves, refusal of work and everything else he could possibly think of...I'm making friends with these people..." he answered.
"But why are you here? D-Hall isn't held in the office and it isn't that big of a deal..." Ephram said, confused.
"If you won't INTERUPT me, then I'll tell you..." he said with a grin. Ephram grinned back and Jake continued. "Well, I missed it at lunch and so they turned it into an office referral which doesn't seem fair to me at all..."
"Bummer...that stinks...I'm sorry man...you seem to be having a crummy first day." Ephram said with sympathy.
"Eh, it isn't that bad I guess...at least they aren't getting the wrong idea or anything." Jake joked with a smile when they saw Nathan walking out with a pass to the nurse.
Nathan glared at them as he left and they saw Mrs. Raker walk out of her office, a hard glare apparent on her face.
"Ephram Brown." She said with obvious distaste.
Ephram stood up, gave them a last look before entering the dreaded room.
I have nothing to say except I hope you like it...sorry to get off the lovey-dovey stuff but this has been tugging at my mind and I needed a place to put it so I chose here...obviously...well, that's it! Please review and have a nice day! Toodles! ^_~
Azwethinkweizgrl- Thank you! I'm glad you think so!
Liz- Ah, Liz! Thank ya kindly...*smiles modestly* lol...^_^ don't mind me...yes, it's my style...lol, but you would know that by now because I always insist you read every word I write! ^_^ good, I'm glad people liked that part...good! I'm glad you have been doing so! There are some great ones out there! I'm jealous...lol, j/k. Yes, I will...I don't hate Amy, and you know that so that's all that matters. Oh, yes, I did the quote juuuuuust for you! Feel special. ^_^ Yepyep ya have. Lol.
Shelly- Yeah, I would cry after writing it...I do that sometimes...lol, not with my writing in particular but this one time I cried because something bad happened in a story...it was crazy...but you probably don't care, do ya? Lol...^^ Thank you. Ooo, what have we told you about that thinking thing? It's bad for you...heh, :)...That sounds like a great idea! I'd love too! ^_^ That would be so fun! Good idea! *high five* ^_^
Lori-jo85- Oh fun...I know the feeling though...people from our youth group practically live at our house...we are ALWAYS cleaning...I hate it...lol...anyway, I'm rambling again...thank you! I'm so glad everyone likes Dicey! *tears up* you're all so great! Yes, yes...it is...yes, I think you oughtta meet Liz...she's Hayden's loyal fangirl, aren't ya Liz? ^_^
The Riff- Thank you! I'm really glad you like her! I'm always worried people wont but I've only had a few problems with flamers. Wow, I'm so honored! Thank you!!!!! ^_^
WARNING: Slight violence.
Disclaimer- Sorry, I have no witty comment to put in my disclaimer today! I have failed you all!!! WAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!! Eh, anyway...C-chan doesn't own Everwood...
-Chapter 9-
Dicey and Ephram soon arrived back to the courtyard where they were going to eat when the lunch bell rang.
"That's just peachy..." Dicey muttered under her breath as Ephram surpassed a grin. Today was a good day...nothing could ever go wrong...
"Dicey, remember? We couldn't eat anyway because we threw away that stuff." He remarked as she nodded in agreement. She had forgotten about that.
They went on inside when they didn't find Jake at the tree where they had left him.
Dicey followed Ephram to his locker as he began switching books and things. He was so busy talking with Dicey and minding his own business that he didn't notice the large frame of Nathan Miller walking up behind him.
"Hey Brown. I need to talk to you." He said bitterly as Ephram turned around, genuinely confused. He had forgotten about their little 'encounter' in the lunch line.
"What do you want?" he asked, trying to figure out what the captain of the football team would want with him. How would he end up on his hit list...he hadn't done anything lately...had he? He couldn't quite remember.
"I heard about you and Dicey...how'd it go?" he growled. He hadn't even noticed Dicey standing next to his purple-haired target.
"Just GREAT! What's it to you?" he said angrily. He wasn't please about the invasion of privacy...not that he was fond of the guy in the first place.
"Well, it bothers me that she would pick a little runt like you when she could have someone like me. It really bothers me Brown. So you want to know what I'm going to do about it?" he growled, this time with even more spite than before?
"What Nathan? What are you going to do about it?" Ephram snapped sarcastically. This guy was really starting to get on his nerves.
Nathan muttered a 'this is what' as he slung his fist at Ephram's face.
Ephram hadn't been expecting it but Dicey had a feeling about it. She was about to step out and say something when she felt knuckles colliding with her cheek. She let out a cry of pain as she stumbled back and put her hand over her cheek, turning a hard, teary glare at Nathan. That hurt and she wasn't going to let him get away with it.
But before she could get to him, Ephram was on it. He jumped forward, slinging his fist at Nathan's nose, knuckles meeting hard cartilage, his eyes flaring with anger.
Nathan stumbled back similar to the way Dicey did but before he could even look up to his attacker he felt a sharp pain in his stomach. After clutching his stomach he looked up in time to dodge another punch to the face and connected a punch at Ephram's left eye. Ephram muttered a string of four-letter words before revolting against the larger teen again.
The crowd around broke out into a relentless chant, "FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT, FIGHT!"
The two boys continued their brawl as teachers struggled to brake in and stop it. They were swinging at each other, blindly attacking.
Finally the vice principal was able to get in long enough to stop the punches and kicks. Some other teachers were then able to get in and holding the thrashing boys and calm them down slightly. Dicey was still whimpering a little and massaging her right cheek.
She didn't mind the consequence because she wasn't a happy camper. She walked up to Nathan, past the teacher restraining Ephram and stopped. She muttered something to him before, much to the teacher's, as well as student's surprise, slapped him and 'raised her knee in appreciation'.
Ephram contained laughter as he face contorted with pain and she glared at him and walked off. But unfortunately, that didn't last long...
Within a matter of 5 minutes the three teens were in the office, staring at the wall. It had been a bad fight and they were taking each of them in and getting their perspective of it.
"Nathan Miller." Came the voice of their principal, Mrs. Raker.
He stood up in pain and trudged to the small "room of doom". They said they would have to wait to go to the clinic until after they got the information. They were all in deep trouble and they knew it.
"You okay Dice?" Ephram asked groggily form his place on the roughly carpeted floor. His whole body ached and his eye was killing him...but he wouldn't tell Dicey for fear of a damaged ego.
"Yeah. I didn't get it bad at all, just a minor punch in the cheek. You're the one who looks like you just came back form a slaughter house." She said with humor, though when she smiled a volt of pain shot through her head.
"Ha, ha. I just wanted to make sure." Ephram said. He had been worried about her. When he saw the punch hit Dicey, his mind went on overload and his emotions took over.
They heard a door slam on the other side of the big plant. Ephram looked at Dicey and she acknowledged. She understood the look as one saying, "you look because I'm in too much pain to but I'm too proud to say it".
She leaned over and much too her surprise, saw Jake walking in, muttering obscenities under his breath. It didn't' look like he had been in a fight or anything so, why was he here?
"Jay? What are you doing here?" Dicey asked, utterly confused yet with an amused look on her face.
When Ephram heard her say his name, he stood up, biting back the pain.
~Why am I being such a baby? I'm not that hurt...sure I feel like a multitude of knives are being jabbed through my body but that's normal, right?~ he thought as he tried walking over to Jake, tripping over his foot and adding another to his collection of bruises.
"Hello Ephram. Man, you don't look so good...what happened to you?" Jake asked. Ephram didn't look so good. A black eye forming on his left eye, bruises forming on his arms and face. He looked like he got a few punches in the stomach due to the fact he was somewhat clutching it and had to hold in painful faces.
"Eh, I feel like I just got run over by a bulldozer...is...that good?" he replied with humor, trying to loosen up the fact he had just gotten in a fight with the captain of the football team...again, not a very smart thing to do...
"Yeah, you look it. Are you okay? What happened?" Jake asked, worry evident in his voice. "What did I miss?" he added with a grin.
"I'm okay...just a little sore. But he had it coming to him." He grinned before earning a weird look form Jake so he continued. "Nathan Miller got mad because of me and Dicey so he started a fight. He took a swing at me and well, it never made contact." He continued.
"Wait, wha? Then how come you look like the living dead if he never hit you?" Jake butted in.
"Hey, I'm not finished yet! Don't interrupt, Jake! Anyway, as I was saying...Dicey said that she was stepping out to say something to her because we don't think he saw her when he ended up hitting her right in the face, hence the large purple spot on her right cheek." He said with slight humor at first.
"Oh, I see. So still, he still hasn't hit you yet!" Jake said in confusion.
Ephram looked at him, slightly ticked. "If you would let me FINISH then maybe we'll get to it before I kill over." He said, shutting Jake up. Ephram grinned to let him know he wasn't really mad and continued.
"Ahem, okay, moving on now. I got really mad and punched him in the nose and then we fought...for quite some time and now we're here." He finished, proud to finally finish.
"Ah...I see...then, why is Dicey here." Jake said, still confused about why the brunette girl was in the office...she didn't appear to have done anything wrong.
"Well, she had to get her two cents in and happened to do so while we were being restrained and dragged off. I will be so mad if they send us to counseling though...those people scare me." Ephram explained.
Jake started laughing as they all broke into laughter, even though it hurt Ephram's stomach. He didn't care.
"Okay, you have our story Jake, what's yours?" Ephram asked.
Jake made a face. "Well, you know that paper from Algebra?" Jake asked.
Ephram nodded his head. He remembered. Jake didn't seem thrilled but didn't act like it was that big of a deal...what could it have said?
"Well, that was a lunch D-Hall for talking back, getting on his nerves, refusal of work and everything else he could possibly think of...I'm making friends with these people..." he answered.
"But why are you here? D-Hall isn't held in the office and it isn't that big of a deal..." Ephram said, confused.
"If you won't INTERUPT me, then I'll tell you..." he said with a grin. Ephram grinned back and Jake continued. "Well, I missed it at lunch and so they turned it into an office referral which doesn't seem fair to me at all..."
"Bummer...that stinks...I'm sorry man...you seem to be having a crummy first day." Ephram said with sympathy.
"Eh, it isn't that bad I guess...at least they aren't getting the wrong idea or anything." Jake joked with a smile when they saw Nathan walking out with a pass to the nurse.
Nathan glared at them as he left and they saw Mrs. Raker walk out of her office, a hard glare apparent on her face.
"Ephram Brown." She said with obvious distaste.
Ephram stood up, gave them a last look before entering the dreaded room.
I have nothing to say except I hope you like it...sorry to get off the lovey-dovey stuff but this has been tugging at my mind and I needed a place to put it so I chose here...obviously...well, that's it! Please review and have a nice day! Toodles! ^_~