Hey guys...All updated...still might be random things I missed...I really have a short attention span on these things. :D
Holt followed the gargoyle to his Home Ick class, he really didn't want to go…well…it wasn't like Holt didn't actually want to go to class it was more of the fact he loved how this beautiful gargoyle with pink hair walked. Right, left, right left, the swaying of her hips made him want to dance, not by himself of course. She would be joining him, but she had to play hard to get with a full flat no with just the way she looked at him when he flirted with her. He guessed she wasn't much for the party boys. Well in her words…'bad boys with not restraint' Holt thought he had restraint…well…okay…Holt chuckled at himself when Rochelle gave him a questioning look. "Likin' whatcha see?" He asked giving her a smirk when she rolled her eyes and motioned to the door.
"That is your class monsieur Hyde."
"Je vous remercie beaucoup belle fille," Holt said winking as she stared at him in disbelief, he chuckled and walked in the room before she could question him in full French.
Walking in the teacher didn't seem to notice him until he took a seat next to a shocked but overly excited Frankie. "Well hello there Frankie Fine!" He said loudly, "it's been to long!"
"Mr. Hyde inside voice." The teacher said looking over a piece of paper. Then she turned her pure silver eyes on Holt, "This is Mr. Jekyll's class…but I will tolerate you for today, but do not think I will hesitant to kick you out."
Holt glared at the teacher in front of him debating to even try fighting with her. "Let's just say…"He looks at the teacher's name on his schedule, "Madam Sis…that I am not as bad as they all say."
Madam Sis tried to her best to hide her smile as Holt tried to act all sweet, "Jekyll and Hyde….those names go back a very, very long ago…you think we older monsters haven't heard that story…of your predecessors… I was very surprised to see Jackson not show any signs of an alter ego when I met him."
Holt clinched his fist getting a worried look from Frankie who placed her hand on his. Holt tried his best not to burn Frankie off him. He was here to try to make friends…not burn them. "Well I am so damn happy for you ma'am, but I think it is time for the dominant personality to sit through this boring ass class." He spat out before she could say anything back or even try to send him to the Head Mistress's office he took off the headphones. A very confused Jackson swayed in his seat placing his hand on his head to steady himself. "Whoa…that was not expected."
"Welcome to class Mr. Jekyll." Madam Sis said smiling warmly at him, "it is good to see everything is working in your favor."
She ended the conversation as she walked around handing out papers from last week, and giving out their new assignments, as well as handing out the project they were to do. Jackson just looked over the papers trying to figure out why Holt let him out. Home Ick wasn't that bad of a class…he got to move around and talk…so why? Frankie caught on to Jackson's silence and passed him a note.
She was rude to Holt….
Jackson just stared at the note…that didn't sound like the teacher in front of him. She was always nice to him. Even when he would showed up late from a run in with Manny or another student. He didn't want to believe Frankie, but the look on her face made him think twice.
Why was she rude to him?
Frankie giggled when she saw Jackson's hand writing. It was so pretty and it didn't seem to fit him, but the worried look on Jackson's face made her sober up and shake her head. Jackson slouched in his chair not really wanting to do work. If this was everything going in his favor…he hated to see how much worst it could get. Even though the teacher gave them permission to talk as they worked Frankie still passed a note back to Jackson breaking his train of thought.
Are you sure you are okay?
Jackson sighed and rubbed his eyes, giving her the answer. Jackson wasn't really sure how to feel. In all honesty he was feeling better then he has in a long time. Even then…he was so stressed out because he had no idea what Holt would do if anything happened that he didn't like…what ally he would wake up in with either a killer headache…or a mind slowly clearing a strange fog. Most of the time it was both, but Holt promised…if only I he promised he wouldn't cut. He kept his end; even though it was a lot harder to quit then he thought…he even gave Holt classes. So he was still trying to figure out why he was stressing so much.
I am as fine as I ever could be.
Frankie read over the note trying to take in every word. She knew Jackson wasn't like his self anymore after he found out. She was trying to decide if it was a good change or bad. She hoped it was for the better. She may have not known Jackson for very long, but he always seemed so nice.
Class ended far too soon then Jackson wanted. He cringed when the bell rung telling him to go…Jackson didn't know what he schedule was anymore! He quickly shuffled through his bag to find the paper he was looking for to see it was marked all over with doodles and poems? When did Holt have time to do this? He just stared at the paper in complete awe…these poems…he didn't know Holt could even think of something so sweet. One was one about a French girl, in French, Jackson chuckled. He knew who this was about. He seriously thought about giving it to her…but there was something telling him it wouldn't be a smart idea. He left running into Rochelle.
"Oh…yeah I was going to let him out don't worry, I just wanted to read the schedule." Jackson said quickly before she could say anything. She nodded as she folded her arms waiting for him. He decided to read the rest of them later…wait…Holt knows French? Jackson quickly grabbed a pen and write on the back of the schedule.
You know French? Since when?
Jackson put on his headphones. Holt let out a grateful sigh, knowing Jackson at least took him out of the room before switching out. He really didn't want to get kicked out of school for burning a teacher. Seeing Rochelle tapping her foot at him, he couldn't help but think about making her wait a little longer when he noticed new hand writing on his schedule. Holt let out a laugh making Rochelle walk over.
"What is the problem?"
"Jackson is so adorable sometimes it is funny." Holt said folding up the paper so he could answer him later. "So where to now sweet heart?"
She rolled her eyes turning to walk away from Holt as he fell into step behind her again. The next class went surprisingly without a problem…the teacher even seemed happy to have Holt there. Even if Holt didn't want to be there, it was nice to feel welcomed. When Rochelle led him to the cafeteria, "Now I will be eating with my friends." She pointed to a table in the back where a couple of cute ghouls sat, "if you need me I will be there, try not to break anything…or anyone." She said in a serious tone making Holt laugh.
"Come on sweet heart at least have some faith in me." He winked making her swiftly turn around and march away. Holt looked around trying to find someone he recognized, or at least knew Jackson. He saw Frankie with a bunch of other ghouls; Holt smirked as he thought about sitting with them when someone ran up behind him putting their arm around him.
"Hey Holt! You are out and about here at school! That's totally awesome!" Heath shouted in Holt's ear who was more than thankful for his headphones. Wiggling out of his cousin's embrace he backed up a little. "Calm down there fire, you see me all the time no need to be so surprised."
Heath laughed as he led Holt to the table with his friends, "Yeah well, but now we are at school! We can now talk about everything!" Heath's eyes light up as he got excited over the fact Holt was here. Holt shook his head debating on whether or not to knock Heath out for a couple of hours, but once again…his uncle might just hurt him for that. So Heath got to stay talking. Deuce looked up hoping to see Jackson with Heath…but to his slight, more like a lot of disappointment to see Holt walking beside him. "Hey Heath…Holt," Deuce greeted them a little coldly making Holt raise an eyebrow as it passed over completely over Heath's head.
"Hey to yourself," Holt said placing his hand over Heath's mouth who didn't shut up. Heath sat down glaring at Holt.
"Why so cold?" Holt said watching Deuce look anywhere but him.
"I don't know why don't you tell me." He snapped at Holt earning a slight chuckle.
"Oh please tell this ain't about your ghoul!" Holt laughed a little harder as Deuce clinched his teeth together making Heath move away from Holt, afraid Deuce might stone him.
"You better not even try anything with her…or so help me-"
"What you will stone me?" Holt taunted Deuce, "you will be stonin' Jackson too! Ever think about that?"
Deuce stood up slamming his hands on the table, "Stay away from Cleo…you have been warned Holt Hyde." He stormed away leaving Holt laughing and Heath looking around nervously. "Holt that wasn't cool man." Clawd said walking to the table. "Deuce has every right to be mad at you."
Holt laughed as he ate his food. "Eh..he will get over it. I ain't after his ghoul…but it was to fun to pass up."
"You shouldn't do that to Deuce…he is best friends with Jackson." Heath said looking over to Deuce and Cleo who seemed to be laughing at her boyfriends jealously.
"Why the hell would Deuce be friends with a nerd like Jackson?" He asked chuckling.
"Jackson is a lot cooler then you think Holt," Clawd said sitting down awkwardly not really knowing how to take in Holt….especially after the party.
Holt snorted and spit out his drink laughing. "Oh no…I don't think I can believe ya on that one."
Clawd's face turned red…he had to keep his cool for Jackson's sake, "He is…you just don't know him like we do."
Holt stopped laughing and glared at Clawd, "you might know him outside of his head, but you don't live with him." Holt got up and headed for the doors when he heard someone yell Heath's name.
He turned around to see a very pretty green and pink ghoul storming up to Heath. He snuck over hiding in the shadows, he was sure if he was seen, someone might blame him for whatever was happening. So he thought it would be better to stay where he was. "Heath! How many times do I have to tell you to leave my plants alone!" She shouted advancing on Heath who sunk away trying not to look her in the eyes.
"I didn't do it!" He shouted back still not looking at her. Heath didn't know why she had such a problem with him…but he didn't do it.
"Then why are they burnt!" She shoved the plant under his nose, making Holt walk smoothly over to her and pull her away from Heath.
"Well then sweet heart I believe Heath on this one." Holt said winking at the angry ghoul who blushed. "Let me see your little plant." She handed him the plant as he looked it over, "This is a chemical burn sweetie…If my friend here did this it would be well…" He lit his hand on fire burning the rest of the plant. She screamed and attacked Holt who just grabbed her wrists kissing her on the forehead. "Let's try not to confuse elementals with your poor food choices."
She growled and pulled her wrists out of his hands backing away from him. "There was no point to do that!" She yelled getting a chuckle.
"You are very pretty when you are mad." He said getting a blush from her.
"Don't even try to flirt with me!" She yelled trying her best to not give him the satisfaction with another blush as he walked closer to her.
He grabbed her hand kissing it gently before smirking, "Are we all good right? No more blamin' my cousin?"
She ripped her hand from his hand trying her best not to giggle and smile, "he is your cousin? But I thought that normie was his cousin." She folded her arms across her chest shifting her weight to the other leg.
"Well let's just say I'm the better one," He kissed her check and turned to walk over to Heath, "Let's go cuz, I am bored already."
"What is your name?" She called to him as he gave her a half smile, "My name is Holt Hyde."
"Holt…Hyde…" she said in a whisper, "Mine is-"
"Venus." He said walking away with Heath in tow.
Venus just stared at the monster walking away from her. No one has ever made her blush like that. Who was this Holt Hyde?
Heath sat down next to Holt at a different table as Clawd followed Deuce. "Wow man! You have to show me how you did that!" Heath yelled making Holt shake his head, "I mean I can get the ladies..."he said trying to sound cool getting a laugh from Holt but he let him talk, "But Venus has had it out for me since the beginning of school!"
"It's just a talent I have I guess." Holt said reading over some lyrics he wrote, "I think it comes with me havin' a kick ass birthmark and a strong sex appeal."
"So that's what it is!" Heath said trying to get a closer look at his cousin's face.
"Yea, you know that you dip, we have discussed this before…" Holt said pushing Heath away, "and Jackson says I have a short attention span."
"Hey dude," Deuce said walking over to them with Clawd.
Holt didn't look up from his paper, "hey."
"I know it may be hard for you to understand how thing work here in school-"
Holt held up his hand making Deuce glare at him, "I am sorry man, I should have never taunted you like that," everyone just stared at Holt with a shocked looked, "I am not used to all of this. I also promised Jackson I would be sorta nice to his friends."
"I uh…that's cool." Deuce said sitting down as Clawd joined in as well.
"So I thought Jackson was the super genius with all the science things," Clawd asked looking Holt over.
Holt just laughed pulling out a bright yellow notebook, "Jackson writes all his little science things in here…I never really read them but I looked through it." He pulls out his phone going through it, "Plus he also started to explain to me why Venus hates Heath so much…he is so adorable with he thinks I care." Holt waved away Heath's question that he knew he would ask. "He was hopin' to help you out…so he snuck into the nursery to get samples." Holt leans back watching the video with no sound, "He is such a nerd, even his clothes and glasses scream it. He seriously needs me to help him with a style."
Deuce laughed a little, "I will give you that, those bright button ups give me a headache sometimes."
"So is that how you to talk to each other?" Clawd asked getting up to watch the silent video of Jackson talking to Holt.
"We record and save videos for each other…or write down notes, which reminds me." Holt pulls out his schedule earning strange looks from his friends.
If you speak French then yea I do too.
Holt took off his headphones and placing the piece of paper in line sight. Jackson woke up with a jump looking around to see himself in the cafeteria with his friends watching him nervously. Jackson saw his phone out to one of the videos he gave to Holt. He grabbed it and deleted it, "I told him to delete them off our phone…he is so forgetful." Jackson saw the note Holt left for him. Jackson didn't know French though….so how did? Jackson slapped himself remembering the time he learned French to talk to a pretty girl five years ago. That went over smoothly when he found out she had a boy friend.
"It's good to see you Jackson," Deuce said trying to get Jackson's attention when he shuffled through his things looking to make sure he still had everything. "Hey Deuce, it's good to see you too." He said still looking quickly through his stuff.
"What are you looking for dude?" He asked trying to see.
"My note book!" He yelled getting up, shuffling through the stuff on the table finally finding it breathing a sigh of relief.
"What is so important about that notebook?" Heath said laughing as Jackson held it close then put is carefully away.
"It is all my experiments I did with and without my mother as well as little notes of encouragement from my father." Jackson said not looking at any of them.
Heath placed his hand on Jackson's shoulder, "hey cuz your out now let's not ruin it with sad things."
Jackson gave Heath an annoyed look, "I wasn't trying to be sad you asked me why it was special."
Clawd chuckled, "I can see why you freaked out when it wasn't in your bag."
Jackson nodded, remembering that Holt should be out. He could always hound his cousin for what Holt did or even annoy Holt if he wanted to…well try to. It was always uncertain if Holt would comment back right away. Sometimes Jackson would try and talk to Holt and then he wakes up three hours later. He guessed it wasn't too surprising…if it was him he would do the same thing.
"I really should let Holt finish his school day." Jackson said gathering everything his things to place them neatly away.
"Well I guess…bye?" Clawd said getting a smack from Deuce which Jackson didn't see as he switched out.
"Oh good! He didn't leave me in to long!" Holt yelled getting looks from people. "Hey fellas can ya tell me where I could find a Holt Hyde?" Operetta said looking over to Heath.
"If you are lookin' for a Holt Hyde ya got em." Holt said earning Operetta to switch her attention to him.
"So you are the one takin' my father's class." She looked him over once placing her hand on her hip raising an eyebrow, "well sweet pea, you certainly are a looker, but for future references, my father doesn't like when people don't listen."
"So you are here to tell me to behave?" He raised an eyebrow laughing, "If it has anything to do with music, you can trust me to behave…as long as it isn't borin'."
"Good," She stated plainly before leaving.
"This is going to be fun!" Holt said watching her leave.
"Dude…Operetta will hurt you if you aren't careful," Deuce said with a slight worried look.
"I guess I will have to just find out!" Holt said getting up as the bell rung telling them to get to class.
Holt let Jackson out as soon as he saw which class he was in next. Science…was just not his thing…he didn't even take time to meet the teacher. Science teacher…just as bad as Jackson…but they made you listen to them lecture. Yeah he could wait for next hour, music theory. Holt stood in the hallway after Jackson let him out after class, this boy couldn't pick good music to save his life. Switching to something with a little more beat to it he walked to his next class trying to avoid the always watchful gargoyle. He made it there before she could find him. He took a seat in the front; he leaned back and put his feet on the desk as he hummed the song he was listening to as well as writing a few more lyrics. It was almost done…
"Mr. Hyde feet off the table please." The Phantom said pushing his feet of the desk getting his attention.
"What the hel-" He stopped short when he saw who it was. He was tall man, with a half white mask on his face. "I am sorry sir." Holt said trying to sound respectful.
"It is quite alright, but do not place your feet on my table." He scolded before he noticed the paper Holt was writing on was on the desk. Looking at it he smiled, "you have real talent in writing poems; let's hope you can put them into a song."
Holt grinned happily to know he was getting praise for once, "of course sir."
Phantom just walked back to his desk as everyone filed in the class, Operetta sat next to Holt.
"Well sweet pea you seemed to have made a good first impression." She said taking in her father's relaxed appearance
Holt wiggled his eyebrows at her making her laugh at him, "It's all about how you write." He showed her the song he wrote. She nodded with approval, "well maybe I could help you record this tomorrow,"
"Wait…I don't wanna sing it." Holt said laughing, "I was looking for a ghoul to do that."
"Well…maybe we could find someone." She said winking back at Holt who just stared at her.
"Why don't you sing it?"
"Oh sure, why not." She said laughing at him. Soon her father got up starting class ending their conversation for the rest of class. After the bell rung Operetta said her good byes to Holt as she headed down to the catacombs. Holt really liked her…there was something about her that made him smile. He didn't know if it was her scars that her mask barely covered or her tattoos that flowed right along side of her scars on her arms. Or maybe it was her love of music or her accent that made him want to listen to her every word. Holt wasn't one for having relationships…but maybe he could try out this ghoul, the long slow route. He smirked, thinking of having her beside him…but then again he couldn't forget about Jackson. As much as he wanted to, he knew how awkward that would be for Jackson to wake up beside a naked Operetta…well it would make an interesting video for Holt as Jackson stuttered and stammered out words with a very flushed with embarrassment face. But not worth hurting Operetta…unless she wanted to try of course, but still wasn't worth the trouble. Holt walked slowly to his next class…it seems that Rochelle gave up on finding him. He took a deep breath and rushed to turn down an abandoned hallway. He leaned against the wall rubbing his eyes…why was it so hard to be out all day? These emotions he wasn't used to feeling all at once…or well at all. When he was out, he wasn't there. He was always in his own little fog from the drugs. Which reminded him he hasn't had any in about two week, it was hard to ignore that gnawing need. He didn't want to break his promise, but damn it was hard. He had some…in his jacket pocket. He was able to get them a few days ago, but he didn't use them. He slid down the wall fighting the want to break the promise. "Monsieur Hyde are you okay?"
Jumping up he saw her walking up to him taking in his position, "I am fine." He snapped a little too harshly making her jump back. Giving him a very hurt look, "Oui I can see you are…let's go to your next hour."
Holt hated himself for being harsh with her. He didn't like when he did that, but between being scared and fighting urges, made him a little grumpy. Not really feeling P.E he thought he could ask the teacher if he could sit out. She walked to the doors and opened them showing him the gym. As he walked in she walked away without a word. Maybe he should have apologized. He saw Heath running with a basketball with a Minotaur running after him trying to take the ball from him. Well…this seems fun. Walking a little farther in the teacher blew the whistle. "Holt you are late! Go change and we can spilt for dodge ball!"
Holt let out an excited yell. "Now I get to hit people and not get in trouble. Just my game!" Holt took off his jacket not really wanting to change out. "Holt you have to change," the teacher yelled at him as he shrugged.
"I am not wearing that nerds gym clothes!" He stood with the others, "I will bring my own tomorrow."
The teacher shook his head not really wanting to get into it with Holt so he let it go, "you better have clothes tomorrow!" He threatened as he turned around Holt stuck his tongue out making Heath and a few others laugh. "Let's do this!"
Holt never understood why getting people out was so much fun…it was hard to keep his headphones on so he asked the teacher if he had a radio. It wasn't the best radio in the world, but Holt was able to get it working playing some rock from his IPod. The teacher really wanted to turn it off but when Holt took off his headphones he couldn't without making Jackson a huge target on the floor. Holt didn't like getting out…he would get frustrated as the ball hit him making his hair ignite into flames. Soon the teacher called them all to change; the bell was getting ready to ring. Heath ran up to Holt as he sat next to his jacket breathing heavily, "Now that was fun…I am glad I took this class from Jackson."
"So Jackson won't be in here anymore?" Heath asked sounding a little sad. Holt picked up on the sadness, "why are you upset about it?" He growled at him making Heath back up a little.
Heath placed his hands up in front of him, "Hey come on Holt, it wasn't like that! It's just Jackson is super good at casketball! We win every time we play!"
Holt snorted as he tried to hold back laughter, "Jackson…really? You seriously need to wake up cuz."
Heath was trying to explain to Holt who laughed at his every attempt to explain. Manny walks up eyeing Holt who was nearly in tears from laughing, "What did you do to him?"
"He doesn't think Jackson is good at Casketball."
Manny snorted, "that is the only things he is good at besides being a normie."
"Manny come on! He is my cousin! Be somewhat nice…" Heath whined out making Manny laugh.
"There is no reason to be nice to normies." Manny stated bluntly getting a look from Holt who finally stopped laughing.
"Well only if they need it," Holt said defending Jackson, "He might not be super cool, like me, but he is still a person."
Manny snorted, "you are cool, but not Jackson, you are a monster he is not."
"Well now I see why Jackson calls you stupid," Holt said getting up grabbing Manny's nose ring, "you will leave Jackson alone! You hear me?" He yelled turning his head so his mouth was right next to his ear, "he is just as much as a monster as I am! He might not look it, but normies don't have fire elementals as a father or turn into their alter egos. Now if I so much as hear Jackson say you picked on him, I will burn you so bad you will never forget me!" Holt threw him back making him fall down, "We have the same damn body…so I will know if you hurt him!" Holt turns and storms out of the room leaving his jacket behind. Holt didn't understand why it pissed him off so much when Manny said all that about Jackson. It wasn't like Jackson needed or want Holt to defend him from his bully. Holt rubbed his arms realizing he did know why he defended Jackson back there. He didn't want Jackson to fall to cutting again. It has been so nice waking up to nothing there. Only scars remand…which was fine, no one was perfect…even Holt added a few scars from the needle to their arms. So all was fair, but taking Manny out of the picture gave Jackson a few less reasons to be upset. Taking a deep breath he walked outside letting the wind blow over him. He loved the day time. Everything seemed more alive…more vibrant. Sitting at one of the tables that students could eat at during lunch he laid his head down letting the sun warm his tattoo that showed just enough when Holt wore his black and white under shirt.
"Hey dude," Deuce said sitting down across from him. "What are you doing out here?"
Holt left his head down, "just cuz I can. You?"
"I guess just because I can." Deuce repeated watching Holt lift his head.
"Come on man…I just really want to be left alone."
"Are you sure? Because you look like you need to talk to someone that isn't you and/or family."
Holt chuckled, "eh…talking to myself isn't bad when no one answers."
"Does Jackson answer you?" Deuce asked trying to understand them better.
He shook his head, "only when we really focus on each other is when we can talk through our minds…but that is so exhausting."
Deuce and Holt sat in silence when Deuce shifted a little really wanting to help Holt…but unlike Jackson, Holt was more…intimidating. "How are you adjusting to life with the music trigger?" He asked trying to make this uncomfortable silence better, even if Holt didn't seem to notice it.
"It is a lot harder than I thought it would be." He played with the table, "I mean I found out about an uncle, aunt, and cousin that I never knew existed until about two weeks ago." Deuce was surprised that Holt was opening up to him, and to the fact he never knew anyone else besides his parents.
"But…they make it easier ya know, they don't seem to care what I do as long as it is…well…legal." Holt chuckled uncomfortably finally feeling the atmosphere between him and Deuce. "But they don't lock me in my room when I get to loud…they tell me to be quiet…they make sure I eat…they even make me dinner." Holt sighed trying to hold back tears, "only my dad made me dinner…he wouldn't eat since it was so late at night, but he made sure I always had home cooked meals."
Deuce just sat there dumbfounded on how Holt grew up, "did your dad lock you in the room?"
"Nah that was my mom…that didn't start happenin' until after my dad's death." He bit his lip, "She couldn't handle me, so instead of makin' sure I was okay…she locked me in a room. That's where I learned to pick locks." He shrugged, "I guess it was worth it in the end…I can basically pick any lock with a bobby pin."
"Is that when you started doing drugs?" Deuce asked bluntly making Holt give him a shocked looked, before Holt could respond Deuce handed Holt his jacket. "Heath wanted to come talk to you, but he didn't know where to start…so he was going to tell his parents, but I thought I would let you explain first."
Holt took his jacket going through it to see if his drugs were still in there to see Deuce have them in his hands. "You went through my things?" He growled when Deuce just sat there.
"No they fell out when someone picked up your jacket dude, you are lucky Heath found them before someone else, you could have gotten in serious trouble."
"Why does it matter if I get into trouble?" Holt shouted slamming his hands on the table, "no one really cares about me right?"
"That isn't true Holt and you know that." Deuce said not backing down.
"Name one person!"
"Operetta."
Holt was taken aback by that answer, she cared about him? "How do you know?"
"She told me dude, we might not be super close, but she helped me a while back ago. We keep in touch…only in Cleo's line of sight…but it still better than nothing."
Holt sunk back down in his seat trying to wrap his head around all this information. "We should really get rid of this." Deuce whispered getting Holt's attention.
"There really isn't much point to gettin' rid of it." Holt said looking sadly at it, "I can always get more."
"That isn't the point Holt," Deuce said getting angry, "the point is that Jackson is just as important as you, even without Jackson I would still be having this conversation with you. I don't want to see you hurt."
Holt got up, "You don't know anythin'!"
Deuce stood up walking over to Holt, "I know about Jackson's problem, I was one of the people that asked him to stop." Holt was surprised…why did Jackson mean so much to Deuce?
"He is my best friend dude, and you can be my friend as well, but we need to get past this whole bad attitude you have with people."
Holt turned around to pick up his things, "when you have been burned by people as much as I have been then you would understand why I have such a bad attitude with them."
Deuce groaned trying to make this stubborn monster listen to him, "Holt you should know if Jackson trusts us then you should be able to right?"
Holt stopped walking to look at Deuce, "that is the only reason why I told you about my parents." He smirked at Deuce when he gave him a confused look, "I just wanted to see if you wanted to put the effort in being my friend. Trust me I won't be as hard later on…I kinda like ya." Holt walked but up to Deuce and offered him his hand, Deuce took it and shook it.
"Well I am glad we can at least try to like each other."
Holt smiled then turned his attention to Deuce's pocket, "You can get rid of it if you wanna. I don't need em."
Deuce gave a relieved sigh to hear Holt say that as he walked away leaving Deuce standing there. He felt more relaxed then he has all day with Holt running around. No one go seriously hurt…Heath no longer had a problem with Venus and Manny told Heath he would leave Jackson alone now. Maybe if they were able to work out their problems they will be truly happy. Deuce doubted it but he could at least hope…for his best friend's sake.