I had no idea that Cale would be so popular! I am happy because I love him!
Here is chapter 12. Like I promised. ::giggles:: And Tom conveniently appears! It's stupid. I've always wanted to do a 2-dimensional bad guy kind of character (shameless batman fan) so I totally over did it. You've been warned.
And of course everyone gets cookies! YAY! Even you Christina. Of course.
Also thanks to everyone who reviewed the two other stories I posted. Sadly, I know I forgot to say so...but both are one shots. They will not have later chapters. Sorry.
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"Yeah, they went on a date last week. They are so cute!" giggled Paige to a group of girls that were all huddled around her listening avidly.
A grade twelve by the name of Tom stopped midstride and did an about face after hearing the errant conversation. "Who went on a date?"
Paige looked uncomfortable at the question. Everyone knew Tom had a thing for her older brother. He'd been trying to get with him for almost two years now. It was rather sad. She was quite good at being the bearer of bad news...but man, the guy wasn't going to take this well. "Um...er, Dylan did."
Tom's face visibly fell and tightened. "Oh? Who's the guy?"
"M-Marco. He's a friend of mine."
His face was going from a pale white to a ghastly shade of red right before her eyes. "Dylan...is dating....a grade ten!" Tom all but spat out the word 'dating' as if it left a bad taste in his mouth just to say it.
Tom turned on his heel and started walking quickly to his next class, silently fuming. Dylan! His Dylan....was 'dating' a grade ten! What did a puny sophmore have that he didn't!?! He'd been around Dylan way longer than this little twerp! He knew him better! How dare he just step in and take his Dylan away! He'd rip him apart.
By lunch time Tom had built up quite a lot of steam over this whole thing. He already had the coffin picked out for this 'Marco' guy. Whoever he was. "Hey Paige." he greeted, with a sickeningly strained sweet smile. "You said Dylan was seeing someone. Who is he?"
Okay, call her crazy, but Paige was seriously getting creeped out by the smile. "Um, no one important."
Tom's eyes hardened and the smile became even more strained. "Yes...it's very important. Could you point him out? I want to congratulate him."
Paige sighed tiredly and shakily pointed across the lunchroom where Marco sat laughing with Ellie at a table in the corner.
"Thank you, Paige. I'll see you around." He smiled evilly once his back was turned to Paige. That little shrimp was going to die.
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"Go on without me, El. I need to grab something from my locker." said Marco as he turned from his friend to head down the other hallway.
He was having a really good day. He had passed his math quiz and the dance committee was meeting again tonight to finish the decorations for the Christmas dance. And he and Dylan had talked on the phone so long last night his mother had had to get on to him. It was still so surreal. The idea that just a week ago he had gone with Dylan to the hockey rink. The kiss. He still felt really stupid and awkward over the whole thing, but the kiss on the forehead had helped alleviate any big concerns in that area. Didn't stop him from blushing every time Dylan so much as looked at him, however.
"Hi there little twerp."
Marco whirled around at the voice. About ten feet away was the grade twelve he'd been avoiding since he ever even started talking to Dylan.
Tom.
The older boy ran forward like a whirlwind and slammed him against a row of lockers. His eyes were wide and he still wore the manic grin from that afternoon. There was no way this little shrimp was stealing Dylan away from him. Just look at him!
"What does Dylan see in you anyway! You're the most pathetic excuse for dirt I've ever seen. Dylan should be with me! I'm his age and I've been friends with him for two years now! What's so special about you!" Tom roared.
Marco shrank into himself as much as he could against the lockers. He knew Tom wouldn't exactly be excited about the idea of him dating Dylan, but he really hadn't been prepared for this physical and verbal reaction. He wanted to cry...yell out for help, but all the words and tears couldn't come. He was too frozen in shock.
Tom spit in his face and pulled the Italian boy up close. "Just don't even speak to him anymore. You're not worthy of him. He has me."
One second Tom's breathing down his neck and the next, after a resounding crack, Marco looked down to see him on the floor clutching his face and blood dripping from inbetween his fingers onto the cold tile floor. Marco looked up, horrified, to see Cale staring down at the other grade twelve with ice in his eyes, his face scarlet, and his nostrils flaring, one fist still raised.
"Go to class, Marco. I'll take care of this asshole." He looked up at the still frozen Marco. "I'm serious. Go!" He seemed to calm down a bit and slowly lowered his arm. "I'll tell Dylan. He'll talk to you when he's got over it. You telling him might scare him off." he said evenly, though his breathing was still very loud and uneven.
Marco's eyes got big and round. Scare him off? "I-...thank you. I mean...ah..."
"Look, I know I sound like a jerk, but now really isn't the time. You're welcome. I'd do it for Dylan...and I know he'd do it for you. Just go. I'll handle this."
Marco nodded a bit dumbly and began to make his shaky way to his class.
Scare him off?
What had Cale meant? Why would this whole mess scare him off? Dylan couldn't just leave...Marco didn't think he could take that.
Walking a bit faster, heart speeding up a bit, Marco listed through everything he could think of in his mind.
What if.....What if Dylan would feel bad about confronting Marco? Maybe he would take this whole situation as his fault....that he was hurting Marco in a way?
No. No, no, no, no. NO!
Marco completely forgot about his class and ran outside and sat on a bench, pulling his legs up to his chest and burying his face in his knees. He stayed there for almost an hour just thinking about what a royal disaster this day had turned out to be.
In the distance, Marco could hear a bell sounding the end of the last class period of the day. Afraid Marco looked up in the direction of the doors and saw Dylan walking down the steps, almost lost in the throng of people. He stopped abruptly and turned. Marco could see a still upset Cale come running down the steps away from the principal, who he had been having a conversation with seconds ago.
Marco couldn't hear a word of their conversation from his distance, but he pretty much got the gist. Cale began gesticulating wildly and emotionally, at one point placing his hands on Dylan's shoulders, shaking him to emphasize a point. Obviously nearing the end of his speech Cale pointed a finger at Dylan's face with a wild look in his eyes and then stalked off to the parking lot.
Dylan stood staring dumbly at the sidewalk for several minutes, then finally looked up.
And looked straight into Marco's eyes.
It took a second or two for Marco to even realize, but when he did he jumped almost a foot in the air and quickly averted his eyes.
Scare him off?
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Okay, no one is allowed to kill me because of this chapter. It is really melodramatic and silly...mostly because I wanted to make it that way! buwahaha! It's all about Tom....and while I think I can kinda understand everything from Tom's perspective...I also just don't really like him much. He seems....slimy? I dunno. So yeah.
Read and Review....it's fun! Everyone else is doing it! Jump off the cliff too! There are cookies at the bottom!
