For those who haven't read Rianna's latest chapter, this chapter does contain a spoiler.
As always, thank you everyone for the reviews, and support. I appreciate all of them. No matter when they come in.
I was planning on writing an all boys school for them to compete with at Nationals, but changed my mind. If anyone would like to write the school please let me know. If not, I'm fine with it, and will use New Directions, since Back to the Beginning isn't in this time frame, that eliminates that story into this one.
Okay, onto the story.
Chapter 6
-Anna-
"Is it true?" I ask as I storm up to Brycen when I see him in the hallway by his locker. I couldn't stand him, but I hoped that it wasn't true.
"What are you talking about?" he asks me sounding confused, and then he looks around the hallway for an escape plan, and then adjusts his messenger bag, and takes out his iPod, and turns it on, and I couldn't help but wonder what he was about to turn it onto.
"You leaving. I heard that you're leaving for Talladega," I tell him what I had heard, as I thought that no one who lived in Manhattan would want to live in Florida.
"Would you shut your mouth? I don't want everyone to know, and yes, if you must know I am moving to Talladega," he tells me, and collects his stuff, and walks away towards his class that would be starting soon.
I just sigh, and pull out my math book, and head for math class, and wonder if Jay would be there, or if he would be attending class today. I hoped he was, because we needed to make plans, and besides I've been meaning to ask him about going to the movies tonight.
"Jay!" I shout out in excitement as I enter the room, and see him sitting there holding my spot so no one else would take my spot.
"Good morning to you as well," he tells me, as I sit down, and pull out my math book, and then class begins telling us that for an hour and a half we were students of this classroom, and there was nothing we could do about it.
"Do you want to catch a movie tonight?" I ask at the end of class, he doesn't answer me, but his smile tells me yes, and then we follow each other to my locker to get my books that I need for my other classes.
-Second Chance-
-Rosalie-
"Devan, are you gay?" I overheard someone ask, as I headed to the art room, and the voice seemed recognizable, but I couldn't figure out why. I turned the opposite direction when I realized who it was. I also realized I hadn't stuck around for the answer. I figured it was this Devan kids' personal business, and I didn't need to know it.
I continue headed to the art room when I heard someone singing, and decided to check it out. They seemed interesting whoever they were.
And another one bites the dust
But why can I not conquer love?
And I might've thought that we were one
Why not to fight this war without weapons
And I wanted it and I wanted it bad
But there were so many red flags
Now another one bites the dust
And let's be clear, I trust no one
"Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I just couldn't help but overhear," I tell the person, as they turn around I see that it's Noah, the kid in class who no one can figure out. He's like a puzzle, in which no one wants to put together.
"No worries, I was rehearsing for Impulse. I want a solo, or hope to have one anyways," he tells me as our eyes meet for a brief moment, then he turns away.
"So what's your story?" I ask curious, as I decide to sit down beside him, deciding if I should start working on my art piece or not. I had time anyways since it was free period, but I did wonder why Noah had been in here. After all wasn't he supposed to be in another class?
"I don't have a story," he tells me, and then looks out the window towards the football field.
"Everyone has a story. After all, I know you should be in chemistry class right now. Then again, with Devan being in class, I'd probably skip class as well," I tell him honestly.
"I'd rather not talk about it," he tells me, as adds a doodle to the wall that had other students names and doodles on the wall. I thought it was rather cool that he did the "Okay. Okay" clouds from the Fault in Our Stars. "Do you think Ms. Weist would let me transfer in this class?" he asks me curiously. As though it was timed, the bell went off, announcing the start of our next class, and I wondered if I should tell him that Ms. Weist wouldn't mind at all, but he was gone before I had a chance to do so.
"Brycen, wait up!" I hear Devan call out, as I turned the corner, and realized that it had to have been Brycen Devan was talking to earlier.
-Second Chance-
-Brycen-
I was still pissed off that Anna had somehow found out I was moving, and yes, I had everything planned out. I had family down there, so I would be able to stay with them for the school year. I wouldn't be able to see Devan, but I was over that. That was until I talked to him earlier.
"Devan, are you gay?" I asked him as we stood inside the photography room. Honestly, I was surprised I had the chance to talk to him, even for a moment. Then we could go back and pretend that the conversation had never happened.
"Why are you asking me this?" he asked curiously, and scanned the room for an escape route.
"I'm just curious that's all. I want to come out to my parents," I tell him. Well it was only half a lie, but I figured he didn't need to know that. Then he turned his attention back to me, and took a deep breath.
"I'm dating a girl from another school, and to be honest, in our day and half break up, I was thinking I'm bisexual. Hell, I even looked up advice pages, and I still don't have the guts to tell her I'm into boys as well," he tells me. I was relieved that part was over. Maybe, this wouldn't be the best time to tell him that I was already out.
"Thank you, that was all I needed to know," I tell him honestly, and then adjust my backpack, and head towards my locker to get my stuff for my next class, and I wanted to head to the library afterwords.
It was the summer before the real world started and,
The deal was we would get to go, if we
Cleaned it up, and got it running,
Daddy's old Winnebago.
Wing and a prayer down 65,
Five best friends on four bald tires,
I can still see Billy smiling
When we finally made it.
To Talladega, boys raised up,
Whiskey in your glass, here's to turning up,
Slowing down and cars that go real fast
"Brycen wait up!" I hear Devan call out as he sounded worried, and practically ran a couple of freshman over to catch up with me, as I realized I had to told he didn't have to talk to me after that conversation we had.
"Relax man, what is it?" I ask, as noticed that we had about two minutes left to get to class.
"I need you to get me to Madison General asap!" he tells me out of breath, as he sounds even more worried than he had before he caught up to me. "My girlfriend has just been admitted to the hospital," he adds.
"Well lets don't wait. Lets go," I order as I forgot about the other plans I had before he told me. I didn't want to be in world history today anyways.
-Second Chance-
-Jacobi-
Elsa? I asked the mirror, as I had gotten ready for my next class. Thankfully, I was the only boy in the bathroom as I had started the song. I mean, who else would sing a song from Frozen in the bathroom, aside myself.
Do you wanna build a snowman?
Come on, let's go and play!
I never see you anymore
Come out the door
It's like you've gone away
We used to be best buddies
And now we're not
I wish you would tell me why!
Do you wanna build a snowman?
It doesn't have to be a snowman...
I finish the first part of the song, and then I head for class. It was the only class that I didn't have with Frankie, which kind of annoyed me, but if that was how the school wanted it, then fine. What could I do? Speaking of Frankie, I hadn't seen her in school today, so that had gotten me even more worried. Living in her condition couldn't be fun, but I was her best friend.
As I turn the corner, I literally smack right into Riley Jacobs. I looked at him quickly, and noticed his brown eyes. I also noticed his Portland, Oregon t-shirt. Maybe it was the first time I had seem them, but they looked different, like he had been sad earlier. I secretly wondered if we could relate. I figured I would ask sometime.
"Sorry. I wasn't paying attention," I tell him honestly, and then carry on to class. Maybe, I should have carried on and talked to him, but I had guessed that it was too late for that now, because, class would be starting soon, and I didn't want anyone to see my fresh bruise my father had left behind this morning.
-Second Chance-
-Mackenzie-
I enter Ms. Smith's room, and head to the back of the room, as class was about to begin. I watched as everyone piled in, and I noticed everyone but Brycen had shown up. I wondered why that was. He was always here.
"You haven't told her about us yet?" we hear Katy cry out as she entered the classroom and saw that Miley had already been in class. I had no idea what they were fighting about but I was sure that we would know soon enough.
"Alright Katy get in and sit down. Any problem you have with Ms. Brooks, you may figure out after class, otherwise, you sit this class out, because I'm not your therapist," Ms. Smith tells her, and watches her to see what she'd do. Katy gave in, and entered the classroom, as she passed Matt, and headed to her reserved seat. "Good now we'll begin with our test, which will be twenty five minutes, and no open book," she adds, as she shuts the classroom door.
As we finish our tests, and hand them in, she tells us that if the reports average good, than next week we'll be able to have free reading as long as it fits, and we can sing about it.
"Ms. Smith, I know it's not class related, but would it be possible I could try for the solo at Sectionals?" Noah asks, as he raises his hand. I think everyone was shocked. I don't even recall hearing him speak in class at all, and I wondered why that was. It also seemed he didn't really hang out with anyone.
"I think we can do something about that," Ms. Smith answers as she turns around, and writes his name on the whiteboard. "Do you have a song that you'd like to sing?" Ms. Smith asks, as she takes a seat in the corner of the room.
"Not really, I do know a song though," he tells her. It was the first time I had noticed his British accent, in which, I rather liked. I couldn't help it I guess. I look down at my notebook, and begin to doodle again.
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold
When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood's run stale
I wanna hide the truth
I wanna shelter you
But with the beast inside
There's nowhere we can hide
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come
When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
Don't get too close
It's dark inside
It's where my demons hide
It's where my demons hide
"Noah, that was good enough for Sectionals, and I believe we've just found our soloist," Ms. Smith proclaims with excitement. "So tomorrow we'll see results of the tests," she adds just before the bell rings, and we head to our lockers again.
-Second Chances-
-Noah-
"Well, well if it isn't Harry Potter," I hear one of the senior students call out, as I head to my locker, and everything before suddenly faded into the background. Sometimes I see why Matt had committed suicide, and other times, I blamed him for not sticking around so we could get through this together.
"What do you want?" I asked trying to fend them off. I could do it. I knew I could, but frankly when you attend a school that doesn't give a crap, why try? Especially when it's one of the popular kids. It would be pointless.
"You know what we want," the popular kid tells me, as he pushes me against the lockers, so I would be locked in. To be honest, I really had no idea what they wanted, and I doubted it was to join Impulse, since technically that was our class. Then back to reality before I could answer, the first blow came.
"Erich, leave the kid alone," I hear someone announce. I was still stunned, and couldn't make out who it was, but the voice sounded familiar,
"We weren't doing anything, Brady," Erich tells Brady innocently, and now it had dawned on me how I had recognized the voice. I was hoping to see him again, but not this way. The fight was to cliché, or so it had seemed.
"Go on, get out of here, or I'll report you," Brady tells Erich, and I was surprised he backed off that quick. Maybe, Erich had some beef with Brady. I didn't know, and I didn't want to know. Well I did, but not right now.
"You alright?" Brady asks me, but I didn't want to hang around in case Erich came back. Someday I would get him back, and he wouldn't be expecting it.
"I'm fine," I tell Brady, and pick my backpack up, and look to see if my Metro pass was on it. I didn't want to have to spend my money that I had on a pass until this one was all used up, but I couldn't find it anywhere, which wasn't good.
"You don't sound fine," he tells me. Well he was right, but I wasn't about to tell him that. He didn't need to know. He also didn't need to know about my crush on him. "Need a lift home or something?" he asks, as he wasn't giving up his challenge.
"Something like that," I tell him honestly, though, I didn't want to be his charity case.
"Come on, I'll give you a ride home. It's cold out there, and the cabs are a bitch to wait for," he tells me. Normally, I wouldn't take the offer, but I figured that I may as well. It was better than having to wait in line anyways.
"Thanks for the ride," I tell him as we pull up to the apartments. Then I did the unexpected. Without stopping myself, I kissed him, and ran out of the car before anything could be said. I don't even know why I had kissed him, since I barely knew him. I would take it out on myself later when I went to the bathroom.
So Brycen is moving, and has finally talked to Devan. Noah is the soloist at Sectionals, and Noah kissed Brady.
Song credits: Elastic Heart - Sia / Talladega - Eric Church / Do You Want to Build a Snowman? -Kristen Bell / Demons - Imagine Dragons.
In other unrelated Glee news, if anyone is watching American Idol this season, there has been three people from Maine (which is the state I live in) that are going to Hollywood. I've met one of them personally, and I really hope Ben Wilson gets past Hollywood. Good luck Ben!