Heya! I'm taking a vacation, so I'm not going to be updating for a while, but to make up for it, I put up two chapters! I hope that helps.
And this may seem stupid, but to those who review my chapters, if you don't mind, please review chapter seven and chapter eight, you don't have to, but it would help alot. If you don't then I wrote an entire chapter, and won't get any reviews on it. T.T And your reveiws are my fuel source! Plus you'd get another cookie.
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Benjamin Masters
Chapter Seven
Broken Friendship, Broken Nose
Ben sighed.
It was after his class with Tucker and he was sitting on the ledge on the rooftop of his dorm.
"Why?... Why did I have to be such a dumbass?" He said taking off his ring and looking at it.
Sam walked up behind him.
"Hey, Ben? Tucker's got some dumb idea that you're Danny Fenton. Do you have any idea why he might think that?" Sam asked laughing.
Ben clenched his hand, then sighed loosening his grip.
He turned to Sam and walked closer to her. Sam looked at him confused.
"That's because... I... I am... Danny Fenton." He said opening his hand so she could see the ring.
"Yeah right, Danny wouldn't do that to me." Sam said laughing.
Then she saw the hurt look on Ben's face and she picked up the ring, she looked on the inside and saw her name. Then she looked at Ben.
Her look was a mix of confusion, hurt, and anger.
"Danny?" Sam asked quietly.
Ben nodded sadly. Sam stood there for a few minutes thinking.
"You BASTARD!" She yelled slapping Ben when he least expected it.
He got knocked back, and his one of his contacts got knocked out of his eye.
Sam looked into his green eye.
"How could you do this?" She asked sobbing.
"How could you do that... and to me!" She screamed slapping him again.
Ben stumbled back again, and Sam punched him in the face.
The pain was horrible. Ben yelled out in a mixture of pain and shock, and held his nose which he was sure was broken.
Sam noticed, but she was too mad to stop. She kicked him in the stomach and he crumbled to the ground.
"Why aren't you saying anything!" Sam screamed kicking him.
Ben stayed quiet.
"Why aren't you fighting back!" She screamed kicking him again.
Ben didn't say anything.
A few kicks later Sam stopped to catch her breath, and looked at the boy beneath her feet.
'He just stood there and took it all...Why?' She wondered.
He was curled up in to a ball. His shirt was ripped in more than one place. One of his eyes were defiantly going to be black in the near future and there was blood everywhere from his nose and other smaller injuries her kicks had caused. He was sobbing silently.
Sam started to feel horrible for what she did for a second, but then her rage returned.
"Damn you!" She yelled kicking him once again. Then she figured he had had enough, she threw the ring at him and walked off.
Ben put his hand over the ring in front of his face and didn't move.
He lay there crying for a long time, then he went to his room.
Later that night...
Stacy opened the door to Ben's room quietly.
He was lying on his bed. He still hadn't changed clothes or anything and there was dried blood all over his face and his clothes. He was holding a dagger above his chest and looking at it, turning it in his hands.
"I'm already half-dead... Why can't someone just come along and kill me the rest of the way? ...It couldn't be that hard..." He grumbled.
Then Stacy watched as he turned the dagger and prepared to plunge it into his chest.
She cringed as she heard it go down. But something went wrong. She opened her eyes and looked.
Ben had gone intangible and the dagger had gone through him and into the mattress not hurting him.
"Damn ghost powers." He groaned pulling the dagger out and throwing it on the floor.
"If you think killing yourself is going to make it all better, then you're a retard." Stacy said from the doorway.
Her voice suprized him and he looked towards the door.
"How do you think Sam would feel if you did that?" She asked walking over to his bed and sitting down.
"She hates me." Ben sighed.
"No, She doesn't. She may be really mad at you right now, but she still loves you." Stacy said.
She could see Ben didn't believe her.
"If she really loved you before, which we all know she did, she will love you forever, love doesn't die just because someone did something stupid." Stacy said.
"That was more than just stupid, Stacy." Ben sighed.
"Just give her some time. ...And take a shower, you look horrible." Stacy said walking out the door.
He looked in the mirror. His face was completely covered in dried blood, his nose was starting to swell, and there was a black mark underneath his left eye.
He started to head towards his bathroom, but stopped on the way, sat down on his computer chair, and got out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello?" A girl's voice answered.
"Jazz, You're good with medical stuff right?" Ben asked.
"Danny? Are you ok?" Jazz asked.
"Yeah, I just broke my nose, what do I do with it?" Ben asked.
"Go to the doctor." Jazz answered Ben could feel her stare through the phone.
"I can't."
"Why not?" Jazz asked.
"I just don't want to, just tell me what to do." Ben answered.
"Fine." Jazz said giving up.
"If it's really crooked, just straighten it the best you can and then just leave it alone, it will heal by itself eventually. It will most likely stay crooked if you do it by yourself though. And it'll really hurt, Danny, you need to go to a professional." Jazz said.
"No thanks, that's all I needed to know. Later, Jazz." Ben said before hanging up.
Danny went in front of his bathroom mirror and looked at his nose, it was pretty crooked. He grabbed it and moved it to the left. As soon as he started to move it he screamed out in pain and fell to the floor.
"Wow, that hurts... Maybe going to the doctor isn't that bad of an idea." Ben said.
"...No... I caused all of this, it's my burden, I'll get through it by myself, being a sissy and going to the doctor fixes nothing." He said getting up.
"At least none of my ribs are broken or something, though I do deserve it." He said before trying to move his nose back into place.
This time he swallowed his screams and actually got it straight. Then he took a shower.
After he was done, he wrapped up in a towel, and looked for something to put on his nose to maybe keep it straighter. He soon gave up his search because all he could find was Band-Aids, and went to find some clothes.
Mostly all his clothes were dirty because he hadn't washed them recently, so he did the best with what he had. He put on a red sweater with a white short-sleeved button-up shirt unbuttoned on top of it and a pair of baggy blue jeans. He remembered that one of his contacts were missing and he didn't have any extra, so he just took out the other one. He still had his gold ring on his finger.
He sat down and tried to think of things he could do.
"...Man... I can't even go to Derek's, Tucker's there..." He said after a few minutes.
"I could go to Vlad's lab..." He said.
Then he shook his head.
"Why in the Hell did I even think about that?" He asked himself.
"I wonder if Jazz is going to pissed off because I lose my necklace, cause I'm not going to go get it back." He said after a few minutes of silence.
"This is dull..." He said getting up. Then he walked outside. He passed Stacy and Sam's room, and almost grabbed the knob, but he just shook his head and kept on going.
Stacy had heard someone stop outside her door. She looked and saw Ben walking down the hallway and decided to follow him.
After about five pitiful sighs and at least fifty mutterings about random things, Stacy let Ben know she was back there.
"That's the most color I have ever seen on you. Ever." She laughed catching up to him.
"I didn't have any other clothes, Stacy, could you just leave me alone, please?" Ben said glaring at her.
"Fine. Later, Ben." Stacy said turning around and walking back to her room. Ben could tell she was laughing as she left.
When Stacy got back to her room, Sam was crying.
"He's just so...Urg." She said punching her mattress.
"He must have had a reason." Stacy said sitting down beside Sam and putting her hand on Sam's shoulder.
"I'll never forgive him." Sam said glaring at the rose that had been on the table by her bed since she got it. She was so mad at him, she could kill him, but for some reason... she felt horrible because of her anger towards him...
End Chapter Seven
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