This is an Everwood fanfic written by me, kaze.
Please do not steal and say it's yours. Ask me for permission to post it up or something.
Characters are copyrighted by Warner Brothers and belong to Gregory Berlanti.
However, Aaron and Wendy are MINE.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm being pestered to complete the story *coughcough*. But after I'm done writing everything (not necessarily posting), I will be editing the WHOLE story, more or less. I'm probably just going to make the first few chapters longer and find more grammer mistakes. Anyway, enjoy!!
Chapter 18
Wendy slowly walked away from the scene with her eyes brimming with tears. She turned the corner and into a bathroom. Once she entered a stall, she slid on the door and wound up in the fetal position. What have I done? She repeated to herself. She looked at her knuckles. A few drops of blood could be seen. She crawled towards the roll of tissue hanging in the small compartment and took a few sheets. She wiped the redness off of her and willed herself not to cry over such a thing.
"They deserved it," she said to herself quietly.
But her mind fought with her. But you should've controlled your temper, it said. Don't you remember what happened last time you lost your temper?
"How could I forget?" she scolded herself.
She leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. Why would I forget? If it wasn't for me... If I hadn't done that... Then maybe...?
The fierce slamming of the door hitting the wall soon interrupted her thoughts.
"Damn that bitch!" a female spoke. "She ruined my face. Man, my nose is still bleeding. God! I hope she gets in trouble by the school board. You think the principal believed us when we told them she just came out of nowhere and attacked us?"
"He better believe us! But I think he didn't since he asked us like five billion times whether we provoked her or not," her companion said in an annoyed voice. She glanced at the first girl, Monica, "Ew! Just go back to the nurse already. She should be able to stop the bleeding."
"Fine!" she stalked out of the bathroom and slammed the door against the wall again on the way out.
Wendy listened for another thud of the door closing before getting out of the stall. She opened the faucet water and washed her face. What should I do now, she asked herself. Should I just turn myself in? Would I receive a lesser punishment? They should at least hear my side of the story.
"Oh what's the use?" she sighed out-loud. "There will still be the same outcome..."
Wendy slapped herself a few times before she strolled out of the bathroom. She received a few stares from her fellow peers but she controlled herself. She was stopped in the hall by a tall figure. She looked up and saw it was Wendell. She smiled at him and reached into her book bag.
"Wendy! What happened today? All these rumors are going around saying that you assaulted some followers of Amy," he said to her in concern. He looked around and noticed the attention. He pulled her into an empty classroom. "Are you listening to me, Wendy?"
"Of course, I'm listening! Here, this is for you," she handed him the yellow box.
He examined the box, whispered a little 'thanks' and suddenly shook his head violently. "Wendy, what happened?"
"Why exactly do you want to know? Because you want to know exactly everything that goes around here?" she said with anger escaping her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
His eyes grew huge with shock. "You know, you're right. Forget it then. I have some business to attend to right now. Monica wants another date with Bright again, and you know how much he detests her AND me. So it's going to take awhile," he said with a fake half smile and began to walk away.
"Wait, Wendell."
He turned his face slightly. "It's alright. I might not even have time to listen. Class, you know? You should get going too." He continued to walk out of the door.
"I'll..." Wendell stopped walking. "I'll tell you what happened...everything."
That was when Wendell turned around completely. "What are you talking about?"
Wendy kept her head down. "What happened in Philadelphia that made me so moody and what happened just a while ago... I'll tell you... Just don't...denounce our friendship..."
Tears were starting to build up but Wendy kept it in. She looked up at Wendell with a fake smile glued to her face. She looked as if she was in pain. Her fake smile didn't seem too real anymore.
"I would never," he said, "but tell me later. Business and class awaits me. See ya."
Wendy stayed in her spot way after the second bell rang. After about five minutes, she staggered out of the classroom and walked straight to the principal's office. She was ready to face the principal now. She was ready to receive her punishment. But also, she was ready to tell her side of the story as payback. Who was the principal supposed to listen to? A diligent girl with a pretty good record or two girls that didn't have such good grades and received detentions left and right. Wendy was definitely ready.
Please do not steal and say it's yours. Ask me for permission to post it up or something.
Characters are copyrighted by Warner Brothers and belong to Gregory Berlanti.
However, Aaron and Wendy are MINE.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I'm being pestered to complete the story *coughcough*. But after I'm done writing everything (not necessarily posting), I will be editing the WHOLE story, more or less. I'm probably just going to make the first few chapters longer and find more grammer mistakes. Anyway, enjoy!!
Chapter 18
Wendy slowly walked away from the scene with her eyes brimming with tears. She turned the corner and into a bathroom. Once she entered a stall, she slid on the door and wound up in the fetal position. What have I done? She repeated to herself. She looked at her knuckles. A few drops of blood could be seen. She crawled towards the roll of tissue hanging in the small compartment and took a few sheets. She wiped the redness off of her and willed herself not to cry over such a thing.
"They deserved it," she said to herself quietly.
But her mind fought with her. But you should've controlled your temper, it said. Don't you remember what happened last time you lost your temper?
"How could I forget?" she scolded herself.
She leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. Why would I forget? If it wasn't for me... If I hadn't done that... Then maybe...?
The fierce slamming of the door hitting the wall soon interrupted her thoughts.
"Damn that bitch!" a female spoke. "She ruined my face. Man, my nose is still bleeding. God! I hope she gets in trouble by the school board. You think the principal believed us when we told them she just came out of nowhere and attacked us?"
"He better believe us! But I think he didn't since he asked us like five billion times whether we provoked her or not," her companion said in an annoyed voice. She glanced at the first girl, Monica, "Ew! Just go back to the nurse already. She should be able to stop the bleeding."
"Fine!" she stalked out of the bathroom and slammed the door against the wall again on the way out.
Wendy listened for another thud of the door closing before getting out of the stall. She opened the faucet water and washed her face. What should I do now, she asked herself. Should I just turn myself in? Would I receive a lesser punishment? They should at least hear my side of the story.
"Oh what's the use?" she sighed out-loud. "There will still be the same outcome..."
Wendy slapped herself a few times before she strolled out of the bathroom. She received a few stares from her fellow peers but she controlled herself. She was stopped in the hall by a tall figure. She looked up and saw it was Wendell. She smiled at him and reached into her book bag.
"Wendy! What happened today? All these rumors are going around saying that you assaulted some followers of Amy," he said to her in concern. He looked around and noticed the attention. He pulled her into an empty classroom. "Are you listening to me, Wendy?"
"Of course, I'm listening! Here, this is for you," she handed him the yellow box.
He examined the box, whispered a little 'thanks' and suddenly shook his head violently. "Wendy, what happened?"
"Why exactly do you want to know? Because you want to know exactly everything that goes around here?" she said with anger escaping her. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."
His eyes grew huge with shock. "You know, you're right. Forget it then. I have some business to attend to right now. Monica wants another date with Bright again, and you know how much he detests her AND me. So it's going to take awhile," he said with a fake half smile and began to walk away.
"Wait, Wendell."
He turned his face slightly. "It's alright. I might not even have time to listen. Class, you know? You should get going too." He continued to walk out of the door.
"I'll..." Wendell stopped walking. "I'll tell you what happened...everything."
That was when Wendell turned around completely. "What are you talking about?"
Wendy kept her head down. "What happened in Philadelphia that made me so moody and what happened just a while ago... I'll tell you... Just don't...denounce our friendship..."
Tears were starting to build up but Wendy kept it in. She looked up at Wendell with a fake smile glued to her face. She looked as if she was in pain. Her fake smile didn't seem too real anymore.
"I would never," he said, "but tell me later. Business and class awaits me. See ya."
Wendy stayed in her spot way after the second bell rang. After about five minutes, she staggered out of the classroom and walked straight to the principal's office. She was ready to face the principal now. She was ready to receive her punishment. But also, she was ready to tell her side of the story as payback. Who was the principal supposed to listen to? A diligent girl with a pretty good record or two girls that didn't have such good grades and received detentions left and right. Wendy was definitely ready.