Truth or Dare?
Chapter: 17
AN: There aren't going to be many more chapters of this story, so the last few chapters may seem a little rushed. But I'll try my hardest not to rush them. (New Project.) I hope you all enjoy these next chapters, and again, thanks for all of your support!
Portman rushed out of seventh period to try and avoid Fulton's twenty questions, but Fulton met him as he stepped onto the sidewalk. Portman let out a deep sigh and walked over to Fulton.
"Fulton, can we please, not talk about my family problems right now?" Portman pleaded.
"I didn't follow out here to talk about your family problems; they're your buisness," Fulton said. I just wish you could've been more honest with me."
Portman was surprised by Fulton. He thought he was going to get the third degree because he didn't tell him about his dad's daily beatings schedule.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Portman said. I just,... didn't want to play twenty questions with you." Fulton smiled and replied:
"I don't play games. Except for truth or dare." The two teens laughed together for a moment until Riley walked up beside them.
"Well, if it isn't the queers," he snapped.
"What is your problem Riley?" Fulton asked.
"You Ducks are my problem," he stated. I have tried everything to get you banned from this place, but you somehow always manage to make my life a living hell."
"And you think our lives are a piece of cake?" Portman asked, walking closer to Riley. Ever since last year you've had something against us."
"I have a right to have something against you," Riley started," you have all stolen the attention I used to get. Scouts are looking at you guys now, and my guys are getting left in the background."
"Nobody's trying to steal your glory here," Fulton broke in," we're all fighting for the same thing. A lot of acouts come here every year to look at you guys. Why can't you share the spotlight a little?"
Riley didn't have a come back to what Fulton had said. In truth, Riley really didn't see why the two teams had to be against each other. But he wasn't about to deflate his ego, so he turned and walked away from them.
"He has major issues," Fulton said.
"Bigger than mine?" Portman asked.
"Way bigger," Fulton chuckled, grabbing Portman's hand.
"Do mind if I ask you one question?" Portman asked, stopping the pace the two had set.
"Of course not," Fulton answered.
"Can I tell you about me and my dad's problem?"
"Sure," Fulton said," as long as you want to."
"I think I do," Portman said. After all, people tell all of their secrets to the people they love, right?" Fulton was surprised, but he shook his head and said:
"Yeah, I guess they do." Fulton and Portman then began to walk down the sidewalk as Portman's story began to unfold right before their eyes; or rather ears.
