Title: "Holding Onto the Right One"
Continuation of: "Finding the Right One"
Pairing: PeteyxEdward
Rating: T Heavy Swearing & Violence
Summary: "Gary's back and regrets leaving Petey. He wants him back desperately and will get others to do his dirty work. Will he get what he wants? Read to find out!"
Authors Notes: Phew, trying to get all the chapters up. My friend accidently tore out some of the pages, hah. Sorry if they're being uploaded rather slow, haircut this afternoon & sports. Lots of action in this chapter, and swearing.
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN "Bully" and any of its characters, etc. or anything else that I mention within this entire story.
The Downpour of Edward
"That kid will be the death of me…" Edward sighed out loud. After just five days of being with Petey, he was smitten by this energetic little boy. The dorky little kid was so hard to resist, he needed more than just a kiss from him. Tonight, he would either have him in bed or find an alternative.
Oh god, why do I want to do him already?!
In the corner of his eye he saw a flash of Aquaberry sweater.
"Aren't you little far from your class?" he yelled out to the skipper. The preppy sprinted to the field, causing Edward to chase after him. He caught a glance of his hair – it was short and blonde. The boy slid down the railings and jumped out to the middle of the field.
"Derby, get the fuck back here!" Edward yelled furiously at the snob. Derby turned around and stopped abruptly. Edward hissed as he fell over him, causing Derby to groan. He picked up his collar and punched him hard against his jaw. His body went lip and he closed his eyes.
"You're a disgrace to the Bullworth Crest." Derby moaned in pain as he hoisted his self off the loose body. He glanced at his watch, smiling.
"Time to go see Petey…" he thought out loud, "I wonder if he likes top or bottom." He laughed, giving Derby a soft kick, seeing if he was unconscious.
"Fuck you!" Edward turned around quickly, he caught sight of a football player slam him face first into the rough, stony grass. He landed with a loud thud and cringed at the impact. Edward held his stomach, cursing under his breath at the student who would be in pain, once he got back up.
"Who the…?" he choked out, groaning in distress. The football player removed his helmet to reveal a pink scar running across his right eye. His focus moved along and locked on his eyes, shivers ran down his spine.
"Gary Smith. Don't you fucking forget that Petey is fucking mine! Not yours!" Gary kicked Edward in the sides, "or fucking else." The anger in those chestnut eyes frightened Edward for just a split second more than anything in the world, more than losing Petey. Returning to his senses, Gary stalked off into the school grounds, leaving Edward in the soft drizzle of rain.