Disclaimer: We don't own shit. But we would LOVE to own Pacey… o the possibilities… lol
Summary: Classic East vs. West… but with a twist…
A/N: Hey guys! This is elwoodluver00034 and superfan24 here. We've FINALLY decided to write a story together! And trust me when I say this won't be the last. I'm sorry that I (elwoodluver00034) haven't been ud any of my stories. I feel terrible. But luckily I have ALL of break to write and write and write some more! YAY! lol. Anyway… I hope you enjoy this new story!
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Prologue
"Why do we have to go anyway?"
"Because! You have to be there for your boyfriend. Wouldn't you think that a good enough reason?"
"I think this is stupid."
Joey scowled at her best friend Jen Lindley as they made their way onto an empty field where it would be held.
Capeside wasn't a big town… but it had a dividing point. The creek ran almost right down the middle of this grace land so it became divided. East and West. They even opened a new school because too many fights were breaking out on campus. So here they were now… East and West bitter rivals… willing to do anything under the sun to bring the other down.
The leaders of these two sides were Pacey Witter, King of the West and Dawson Leery, Ruler of the East. They had been born to hate each other to the bottom their souls. And they did. They hated everything about the other. Everything Dawson stood for Pacey despised as for Dawson towards Pacey.
Joey didn't know how she ever got mixed up in this mess. But somehow she had come to be Dawson's girlfriend and now was almost representing the East side herself… that was definitely a daunting task in and of itself.
She loathed going to these competitions to see who had the biggest muscles. It was all a bunch of show. It was needles but still Dawson insisted it was tradition and would be insulted if it wasn't withheld.
And so, she walked along the creek with Jen, to that stupid Oak tree where every competition was held. As she walked, Joey began to think of how it all started, Dawson becoming lord of their side. It was a little ironic; he wasn't the strongest by far of any of the rich who lived on the East side, but he was smarter, and for some reason, that made him widely accepted. Pacey was a different story. Joey had never actually spoken to him before, but she'd seen him loads of times at competitions, and he looked very strong.
And so they walked along the creek to the battle between the East and the West, the rich and the poor, the privileged and the trash.
But there was a problem in their little happy world. And it was simple… Joey wanted out. Not that she wanted to converge these sides… but she just wanted to get out of here and escape the label she had created for herself. She was not among the richest of the rich in Capeside. She was borderline East. Her father was lucky enough to snatch this house on the 'right' side of the creek, he liked to call it, and make a life for himself and his family at the, particularly lower end of the pack. But he was still happy that he wasn't living on that West side, 'where all the crazy shit of our time would go down'. Sometimes she wonders to herself what it would've been like if her father had just taken the cheaper house and she lived on that dreaded West side.
But that thought was soon forgotten when they finally caught sight of their destination… the Oak tree. She and Dawson had had some good times here. Good memories shared and gone. That tree represents her childhood… and they are using it like a slab of meat. Cutting into its bark… leaving scars that it can never treat. Leaving it wounded and damaged for all to see and remember its pain.
She approached it slowly, anticipating watching as Pacey and Dawson fist fought over and over again. It was so dumb… yet there was no escape from this machine that gobbled up everyone in Capeside with it's complete hold on them. It was all about ego. Plain and simple. The stupid manly ego that just totally drank these people in. It was pointless… to say the least. But she was still here. Wasn't she? Well… in physical form at least.
Something got her attention back to the fight when she heard hushes and oooo's coming from the designated fighting spot. She quickly rushed through the crowd until her eyes set sight on the conflict between these two men…
