Davey resituated himself in his seat, "Well go on."

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Ch 4

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"Let's just say I made an ass of myself," I said, "But back to the point of this story. One of the girls there started talking to me, and we ended up pretty good friends. You met Ali once right?"

"I think so. Spots girlfriend?"

"Yea. Well I started hanging out with her more and more, and Spot less and less. Spot, feeling left out, started drinking too. You know how he is."

"Yea, tried way to hard to fit in. 'I have a 10% chance of dying, will you be my friend?'" Davey mocked.

Spot actually did quite a chaotic home life. His parents beat him, and I would know, I've seen the bruises. I know one can never be sure if the bruises were really from his parents, I already thought about that. I used to think he was just clumsy and made up lies about it. But freshman year I discovered that Spot wasn't lying about that, not at all.

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I sat at my desk, putting away my math homework, and pulling out some stupid history packet. "I don't get it," I mumbled, "I'm never gonna use this stuff. Especially not history."

My dad looked up from making himself a ham sandwich. He laughed at my comment, "You never know, bud."

I looked down at my packet and then back at my dad, "Oh, I know."

He shrugged, spreading more mayonnaise on his sandwich. "I hated history too."

I rolled my eyes, "And?"

He took a bite, bread crumbs falling all over the counter, "More like absolutely despised it, but now look at me! I use it all the time."

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"You're an accountant."

He furrowed his eyebrows, "What's you're point?"

"You don't use history!"

A pensive expression crossed his face before shrugging, "You're right. Alright, go on and hate history."

After he left to watch television and eat the remains of his sandwich, I eyed the cordless phone on the counter. All the answers were seven numbers away, surely Spot had already done the packet; he loved history.

Ring. Ring. Ring. "Hello?" Just like Spot.

"Heya."

"Hey Race, how's it going?"

"Going nowhere. I was wondering if you did your history packet yet."

"Yeah. You need some of it?"

"Try all of it."

"You want to copy my whole packet? But Race! That's…. Cheating!" he whispered 'cheating,' sarcasm dripping off every word.

I rolled my eyes, "Yea, yea. Get on with it, what's number one?"

There was a rustle of papers in the background, "George Washington… Seriously Race! Why don't just try to do it?"

"I did try! It's hard!" I lied.

Spot laughed. "Liar."

"No, I really tried this time."

"Then you read the first question."

"Yea," I said uncertainly.

"Who is the first president?!" Spot yelled, barely able to get through the question without laughing. I started laughing but stifled it when Spot was suddenly silent.

"Spot?"

His voice was hushed and quick, "Hold on."

I listened attentively as the sound of someone entered Spot's room. "What are you doing?"

"Noting, sir," Spot said in an unusual quiet and monotonous, though fearful voice.

"Didn't sound like nothing. What the hell were you yelling for?"

I grinned, waiting for one of Spot's smart-ass comments, but it never came. "I'm sorry, sir."

There was a uncomfortable pause, "No you're not," his dad said, not convinced.

"I am, sir. It won't happen again."

"Damn straight it won't." There was a loud thud, "And that will help you remember."

The door slammed and Spot came back on the phone. "Sorry about that."

"It's fine. Listen, I'm actually gonna try to do this. Maybe it will help me on the test. See ya tomorrow at school."

"Bye."

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David rolled his eyes, "Spot was one big drama queen."

"Yea," I said, deciding to change the subject, "Well now that Spot was drinking, he got along with Ali's friends really well. And eventually him and Ali started dating."

"That must've been weird."

"Actually it wasn't; not at all. We were inseparable. Like the three fucking amigos or something."

"But?"

"But… School put me on contract, you know for attendance?"

Davey's eyebrows furrowed, "That thing where they call your parents like the minute you're reported absent?"

I nodded, that contract was a bitch, "Yea, well I got put on that, and then my mom was on my back all the time cause the alcohol, and weed. And the coke."

"Sounds like a bitch."

I nodded, "It was, I wasn't allowed to do anything outside of school, so I auditioned for the musical. But with me in rehearsal and Spot working at Coldstone, the only time we saw each other was at school."

"And then he dropped out," Davey finished.

I nodded. When Spot dropped out, I realized how close I was to dropping also. It was when I realized how much I screwed up. How much I needed to change my life. "School ended but I guess Spot and Ali were too busy to call, so when my theatre friends did, I was more then happy to hang with them. Then the one time they did call me I was busy, and I haven't really talked to them since."

Davey gave me a reassuring smile, "It was probably best."

I smiled sadly, "Yea. But anyway, you still talk to the other guys still?"

"Sort of. I talked to Mush the other day."

I grinned, "He still in love with you?"

Davey laughed, "Nope, found someone else."

"No shit. Who's he fallen for now?"

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A/N: Next chapter, we hear about the ever love sick puppy, MUSH!! I think that's gonna be really fun!! I can't wait to write it!

I hope you guys enjoyed that chap! I'm going out of town for break so I won't be updating anything for a while, but when I get back there will be plenty more chaps for this and Voices!

Love it, hate it? I wanna know!! REVIEW PLEASE!!! I would love you forever and always!!

Shout Outs:

Silver Petra: Thanks for reviewing! I feel kind of bad for letting him fall for a two faced popular girl…

Race: ::sipping a root beer:: I took the last one… Hope ya don't mind.

And if I do?

Race: ::shrugs:: Sucks ta be you.

Ok… I don't feel bad anymore… He deserves it. ^_^

Sapphy: Thanks for reviewing!! ::yells:: Hey Race! Sapphy's shorter than you and wants your bod!

Race: ::runs into room:: How you doin'? ::winks::

Taking lessons from Spot?

Race: How'd you know?

::rolls eyes:: Be yourself Race, it works for you.

Race: Okay…. ::to Sapphy:: Hi… ::blushes::

Sami: Thanks for reviewing! Isn't being lazy great!?

Race: ::lying on the couch:: Being lazy is lame! Why don't you get up and do something!

……. Right.

Race: Lynette… Will you make me some popcorn?

::rolls eyes::

Ershey: You read and didn't review?! ::tear::

Race: Man it up Lynette! She's reviewin' now!

Very true! Well thanks for reviewing! I hope you keep reading and reviewing!! Please?

Race: Wow, you don't sound desperate for reviews…

You're so mean Race!

Race: ::yells:: Man it up Lynette!

FrenchyGoil: Thanks for reviewing!!

Race: Cookies and french crêpes!!

Don't forget to give some to Spot.

Race: ::munching on his snacks:: Oh, I will.

TakeOneLook: Thanks for reviewing!!

Race: She makes a good point!

::waits for him to go on about how someone thinks he's hot::

I don't think I would do drugs…

::rolls eyes:: Read the rest, Race.

Race: Me? Hot? ::blushes::