Chris was leaning back in his desk reading his book. He was trying to
figure out this one problem in his trigonometry book before the bell rang.
He didn't bother asking his teacher, she just humiliated him when he did.
It didn't take a genius to see that she didn't like him. His guest was that
she had been one of those kids that the stereotypical jocks tortured, who
was now in turn torturing every jock in her class. 'Bastards make it hard
for the rest of us! Next time I see Dave, I hope he's just about to haze
someone, just so that I have an excuse to kick his ass.' He thought to
himself as the bell rang. He closed his notebook, then his math book, and
carefully slipped them both into his backpack.
He got up and headed toward the door, holding it open for one of his classmates before he left. She nodded her head and half smiled as she passed him. 'Well, there goes one less person that hates me. Just probably 100 or more to go.' He went straight for his locker to meet up with Gracie for lunch. He walked down the halls of his school, fake smiling at certain people, nodding to others. He saw Bethany and Dominic shoving each other playfully, and not so playfully as Dominic was pushed into a wall. 'Beth doesn't even see how much he cares. She better soon, I want to get that money. Might put Teresa back in her place again to loose that much.' He thought to himself. He looked away and then started laughing as he saw Jamie trying to get to his locker without dropping any of the four books he was holding. He came over and helped Jamie keep on balance.
Jamie sighed as he felt someone straighten his books out and take off the first two. "Thanks, Chris! I felt like I was going to fall flat on my face."
Chris smirked. "Yeah, I could tell." He glanced over at the books, tilting his head as he read the titles. "Hey, um, Jamie? How come you have two math books?" He asked. He watched as the younger boy smiled weakly and sighed again. "Misty plopped it down on top of mine and asked me to put it in her locker for her." He mumbled as he started walking toward their lockers. Chris walked with him and let the kid unload on how bad the girl was annoying him. He was jamming his books in his locker viciously. "I mean, I don't know what her deal is, we're still only friends. I just said I'd go on that date with her this Saturday!" He slammed his locker shut before he went over and opened hers, flinching back as the smell of her perfume came flowing out. He took the book from Chris and quickly tossed it in before he slammed her locker shut as well. Jamie visibly shook from having to smell it. Chris patted his back sympathetically before he started heading toward his locker again.
He took off his backpack and was placing in his locker when he saw Gracie from the corner of his eye. He turned to her and was about to greet her when he noticed the smirk she had on her face and that her hands were hidden behind her back. He looked at her suspiciously as she put one arm around his waist and pressed up against his side. "Hey baby!" She said brightly.
"Hey." He replied quietly as he slipped one arm around her in return. "What's up?"
Her smirk got bigger. "Oh nothing, just this." She pulled out the school's newspaper from behind her and showed him the cover. Chris's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as he saw him and a couple of his buddies from his team on the front page. Gracie laughed at his expression as she cleared her throat and started to read it out loud. "All American Boys: A Look At Our Top Players." He groaned as she started reading the article, wincing at how corny it was and how it made him sound. He closed his locker and put his head against the cold metal. Gracie hugged him from behind, putting her cheek against his back. "Hey baby, I'm sorry, I was just kiddin'." She told him. He turned in her arms to face her. "I know, I know. It's not your fault." He brushed some loose hair away from her face. "It's just....... You know."
She nodded. "I know. It's not your fault you get stereotyped."
He grinned. "It's stereotyped."
"Whatever." He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips before he went to nip at her neck. She giggled as she pulled him closer. She shivered as he got at a sensitive spot and turned him back so that their lips met. They barely noticed the 'Get a room's being shouted at them. Only when the bell rang to announce that lunch was over did they break apart. Chris groaned, knowing he was going to be starving to death by the time seventh period came around as Gracie giggled. "Ya know, this is really becoming a bad habit." He told her. "Maybe you should stop being so damn sexy. It's making me starve."
She playfully bit his bottom lip. "Tough."
-Later-
As he had predicted, by the time it was seventh period, he was starving to death. His stomach was screaming for attention while his econ teacher went on and on about the stock market. When the bell rang, he dashed out of class as fast as he could. He went over to the vending machines and used up all his change getting junk food. He quickly downed a couple of bags of chips and an entire soda. He opened up another bag and started walking back toward his locker so that he could grab his Trig book to do his homework.
He threw away the bags and the bottle in the trash by the lockers. As he approached his locker, he noticed something was tapped to the front of it. He sped up and looked at it. It was the front page of the school newspapers, except it had been altered. Someone had blacked out his image and his friend Darren's image, but had left Dave and Frank's pictures intact. They had added words so that it read "Now Those are REAL All American Boys, screw the chink and nigger."
Chris just stared at the paper, not moving, not saying a word. He was too shocked to react at first. He felt this numbing inside him and he didn't like it at all. He opened his locker, grabbed his trig book, and shut it again. He folded the paper in half and turned down the hall, running straight into the man he wanted to see. "Darren, did you..."
Darren held up the same newspaper cover as Chris. "Get one of these? Yeah, I did, and when I find out who the fuck did this......." He trailed off angrily, shaking his head. "That punkass bitch better be lookin' over his shoulder." He murmured as he crumpled the page up and threw it into the garbage can.
Chris shook his head as well. He was angry now, but was better at hiding it than his friend. "I'm gonna go down to the office." He told him as he started heading away in the other direction. Darren grabbed his shoulder. "Why bother, man? They won't do nothin'. They never do! I say we ask around and find whose lame ass did this, and when we find him." He smacked his fist into his hand. "Really get the message across."
He backed away from his friend. He wanted to do the same thing, but.... Well, he had seen what can happen when something like that happens. He remembered the reports of how badly decapitated the bodies were in that mansion after Uncle Ian had gotten Bethany back. Or the pictures of how badly his own dad had gotten this serial killer who molested girls, including Midja, after said serial killer had gotten out for the second time. He knew the people deserved to be punished, but......
Chris shook his head for the third time. "Nah, I'm going down to the office. Gonna report it, and see what happens. Darren, you should head off to the training room and blow off some steam before you head home. See ya."
It took an hour to get everything settled. He had walked in, saw the vice principal, and had showed him what he had gotten on his locker, just as the leader of Asian club went by and started yelling about laws and such. The office was shook up and it looked as if they were very intent on getting to the bottom of it. The leader of the club was still lecturing when he left.
Gracie was sitting by the office door. She had seen him go into the office and had been waiting for him to come out. She slowly stood up as she looked at him and frowned. "Chris, what's wrong?" She saw him holding something and grabbed it out of his hand. She unfolded it and looked it over. Her eyes went wide in horror. She looked from the paper to him and threw her arms around his neck. He buried his head into her shoulder as she stroked his hair. "Oh god, baby, who did this?" He shrugged. "Why, why did they do this?"
He shrugged again. "God only knows."
Coming Attraction:
Seven Minutes in Heaven
He got up and headed toward the door, holding it open for one of his classmates before he left. She nodded her head and half smiled as she passed him. 'Well, there goes one less person that hates me. Just probably 100 or more to go.' He went straight for his locker to meet up with Gracie for lunch. He walked down the halls of his school, fake smiling at certain people, nodding to others. He saw Bethany and Dominic shoving each other playfully, and not so playfully as Dominic was pushed into a wall. 'Beth doesn't even see how much he cares. She better soon, I want to get that money. Might put Teresa back in her place again to loose that much.' He thought to himself. He looked away and then started laughing as he saw Jamie trying to get to his locker without dropping any of the four books he was holding. He came over and helped Jamie keep on balance.
Jamie sighed as he felt someone straighten his books out and take off the first two. "Thanks, Chris! I felt like I was going to fall flat on my face."
Chris smirked. "Yeah, I could tell." He glanced over at the books, tilting his head as he read the titles. "Hey, um, Jamie? How come you have two math books?" He asked. He watched as the younger boy smiled weakly and sighed again. "Misty plopped it down on top of mine and asked me to put it in her locker for her." He mumbled as he started walking toward their lockers. Chris walked with him and let the kid unload on how bad the girl was annoying him. He was jamming his books in his locker viciously. "I mean, I don't know what her deal is, we're still only friends. I just said I'd go on that date with her this Saturday!" He slammed his locker shut before he went over and opened hers, flinching back as the smell of her perfume came flowing out. He took the book from Chris and quickly tossed it in before he slammed her locker shut as well. Jamie visibly shook from having to smell it. Chris patted his back sympathetically before he started heading toward his locker again.
He took off his backpack and was placing in his locker when he saw Gracie from the corner of his eye. He turned to her and was about to greet her when he noticed the smirk she had on her face and that her hands were hidden behind her back. He looked at her suspiciously as she put one arm around his waist and pressed up against his side. "Hey baby!" She said brightly.
"Hey." He replied quietly as he slipped one arm around her in return. "What's up?"
Her smirk got bigger. "Oh nothing, just this." She pulled out the school's newspaper from behind her and showed him the cover. Chris's eyes went wide and his jaw dropped as he saw him and a couple of his buddies from his team on the front page. Gracie laughed at his expression as she cleared her throat and started to read it out loud. "All American Boys: A Look At Our Top Players." He groaned as she started reading the article, wincing at how corny it was and how it made him sound. He closed his locker and put his head against the cold metal. Gracie hugged him from behind, putting her cheek against his back. "Hey baby, I'm sorry, I was just kiddin'." She told him. He turned in her arms to face her. "I know, I know. It's not your fault." He brushed some loose hair away from her face. "It's just....... You know."
She nodded. "I know. It's not your fault you get stereotyped."
He grinned. "It's stereotyped."
"Whatever." He leaned down and kissed her lightly on the lips before he went to nip at her neck. She giggled as she pulled him closer. She shivered as he got at a sensitive spot and turned him back so that their lips met. They barely noticed the 'Get a room's being shouted at them. Only when the bell rang to announce that lunch was over did they break apart. Chris groaned, knowing he was going to be starving to death by the time seventh period came around as Gracie giggled. "Ya know, this is really becoming a bad habit." He told her. "Maybe you should stop being so damn sexy. It's making me starve."
She playfully bit his bottom lip. "Tough."
-Later-
As he had predicted, by the time it was seventh period, he was starving to death. His stomach was screaming for attention while his econ teacher went on and on about the stock market. When the bell rang, he dashed out of class as fast as he could. He went over to the vending machines and used up all his change getting junk food. He quickly downed a couple of bags of chips and an entire soda. He opened up another bag and started walking back toward his locker so that he could grab his Trig book to do his homework.
He threw away the bags and the bottle in the trash by the lockers. As he approached his locker, he noticed something was tapped to the front of it. He sped up and looked at it. It was the front page of the school newspapers, except it had been altered. Someone had blacked out his image and his friend Darren's image, but had left Dave and Frank's pictures intact. They had added words so that it read "Now Those are REAL All American Boys, screw the chink and nigger."
Chris just stared at the paper, not moving, not saying a word. He was too shocked to react at first. He felt this numbing inside him and he didn't like it at all. He opened his locker, grabbed his trig book, and shut it again. He folded the paper in half and turned down the hall, running straight into the man he wanted to see. "Darren, did you..."
Darren held up the same newspaper cover as Chris. "Get one of these? Yeah, I did, and when I find out who the fuck did this......." He trailed off angrily, shaking his head. "That punkass bitch better be lookin' over his shoulder." He murmured as he crumpled the page up and threw it into the garbage can.
Chris shook his head as well. He was angry now, but was better at hiding it than his friend. "I'm gonna go down to the office." He told him as he started heading away in the other direction. Darren grabbed his shoulder. "Why bother, man? They won't do nothin'. They never do! I say we ask around and find whose lame ass did this, and when we find him." He smacked his fist into his hand. "Really get the message across."
He backed away from his friend. He wanted to do the same thing, but.... Well, he had seen what can happen when something like that happens. He remembered the reports of how badly decapitated the bodies were in that mansion after Uncle Ian had gotten Bethany back. Or the pictures of how badly his own dad had gotten this serial killer who molested girls, including Midja, after said serial killer had gotten out for the second time. He knew the people deserved to be punished, but......
Chris shook his head for the third time. "Nah, I'm going down to the office. Gonna report it, and see what happens. Darren, you should head off to the training room and blow off some steam before you head home. See ya."
It took an hour to get everything settled. He had walked in, saw the vice principal, and had showed him what he had gotten on his locker, just as the leader of Asian club went by and started yelling about laws and such. The office was shook up and it looked as if they were very intent on getting to the bottom of it. The leader of the club was still lecturing when he left.
Gracie was sitting by the office door. She had seen him go into the office and had been waiting for him to come out. She slowly stood up as she looked at him and frowned. "Chris, what's wrong?" She saw him holding something and grabbed it out of his hand. She unfolded it and looked it over. Her eyes went wide in horror. She looked from the paper to him and threw her arms around his neck. He buried his head into her shoulder as she stroked his hair. "Oh god, baby, who did this?" He shrugged. "Why, why did they do this?"
He shrugged again. "God only knows."
Coming Attraction:
Seven Minutes in Heaven