Second Chance Chapter 8, a glee fanfic

Originally, I was going to post my newest SYOC 'Please Don't Stop the Music' first, being as I like to stay on top of this story, this chapter came first.

Okay, onto the chapter.

-Second Chance-

Chapter 8

-Brycen-

She lives on love street
Lingers long on love street
She has a house and garden
I would like to see what happens

She has robes and she has monkeys
Lazy diamond studded flunkies
She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has you

She has wisdom and knows what to do
She has me and she has you

"Whoa, Jim Morrison love triangle much?" I hear someone ask. I wasn't sure as to who it was, but I knew who it wasn't. Yeah, sure, deep down I was still into Devan, but I knew that he chose his girlfriend, and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out even if he was bisexual, nothing was going to tear those two apart.

"It's for an assignment, and for the record, it was about where Jim Morrison lived with his girlfriend but they called it "Love Street" because they could sit on the balcony and watch the hippies go by," I told the boy happily. That was when I fully got to see him. He stood about five foot eight from what I guessed, and he had hazel eyes with curly tanned hair. Maybe, it wasn't tanned, but it was the only thing I think of.

"Yeah, I bet it is," he tells me, as he puts his backpack down, and heads up to the AV room, which was located in back of the theater. "I'm Gavin, in case you wondering, in which, I doubt you were," he tells me pointedly.

"I know who you are. I was in your class last year," I point out. "You probably don't remember though," I add. "I'm Brycen". Then as as on Que the bell rings, but for some reason I don't want to leave. I would rather stay here and learn more about this Gavin.

-Second Chance-

-Amy-

Atticus was supposed to meet me at lunch time, as he promised, but so far he hadn't showed up. I sent him another text. Then a few minutes later he showed up, but for some reason, he had looked depressed.

"Sorry I'm late, I was in the library," he told me as he sat down beside me, and laid his head on my shoulder, and I give him a kiss on the forehead.

"You want to talk about it?" I ask as I guess in my head that he didn't. He was so bottled up sometimes. Then again, aren't we all? He shook his head no.

"I don't think we can do this anymore," he tells me sadly and remains quiet for a few moments, as a few theater nerds walk by. None of us knew what to say, and we probably wouldn't for a long time. I just wanted to fix him, but I doubted I would.

"You can't just up and leave me like that," I state as I start to cry, and try to hold my emotions back. We were just starting something, and it was going great, and now this. Then out of the blue, as I had on the first day, I punched him.

"It's not you, I swear. I just need time to think," he tells me, in which, I doubted was the truth. We were back to square one.

"What do you need to think about?" I ask him furiously, as our eyes met for a brief moment, and I did want to know. I needed to why he wanted to break up.

"You don't understand Amy. It's complicated, and if you really want the truth, I'll admit it. I'm," he states as though he was pissed off about something, and at this point I really didn't care. Lunch was just about over, and I had to get to my locker so I could be ready for class.

"You're what?" I ask frustrated, as I get up from where I was sitting, and headed to throw my left over lunch away.

"I have feelings for someone who doesn't know, and never will, and to be honest, he's the one in this school that understands what I'm going through. I'm homosexual. Is there anything else you want to know?" he practically yells at me. I almost wanted to tell him I was sorry, and wanted to hug him again, and I found myself doing so.

"No," he tells me as we're hugging, and I was glad something came out of this. "I know a song that we could sing together," he tells me as we fade away from the hug as the bell announced the beginning of class.

"Sure, that sounds great," I tell him, and head for my locker. I just hoped that he was really okay, and I wonder if him being gay was really the truth, he was my best friend, and somehow I needed to find out. Even if he was, I was going to be there for him.

"Then come with me to the auditorium," he tells me, as doesn't even bother getting ready for class, which showed he was going to ditch class again. He had a habit of that, and now it was clear how his grades weren't that good. "I can deal with another F. It's not as though I'm attending Emerson anytime soon," he tells me. Then bell went off again.

"Yeah, I get it, but I have class to get to," I tell him, and leave him standing in the hallway, as I head to class, and he stays where he was in the hallway. I had no idea what to think, but I knew I had to focus on class. At least for now. When I got in the classroom, and took my seat I sent him a text wondering what the song was and waited for him to send me a text back, but I got nothing.

-Second Chance-

-Frankie-

I had theater class for the first time today. Okay, it really wasn't, but it may as well had been. I didn't really talk with anyone, and the class seemed rather boring anyways. The girls who had the rich clothes talked among themselves, and seemed rather happy about it.

Finally a couple more students walked in, and I immediately recognized one of them immediately. It was Jude, and for some reason, I was really happy to see him, even tough, he had no idea what was going on with me, and I doubted he would.

"You got suckered into theater class as well?" he asks me, as he comes and sits down beside me, and I smile for a moment.

"Yeah, and it sucks so far. I know no one here, except for you," I point out, as the theater instructor comes in. Or I assume he's the instructor anyways. He comes walking in sporting a Fleetwood Mac t-shirt, and ripped up jeans, and I wondered if that was even dress code. Then I turned my attention back to Jude.

"Is that even allowed as dress code?" I ask Jude wonderingly, and then I check my phone, and see that Jacobi sent me a text message, so I decide to check it out and reply. I didn't get a chance to read it before I heard the announcement that there was no cell phones in class, and that included checking cell phones unless it was a family emergency.

"Mr. Elmsberry, is that one of the costumes for High School Musical or something, because if so, that's bad-ass!" one of the students in back of the room inquires, and then laughs among her friends. Then Mr. Elmsberry walks on stage, and then sits down with his legs hanging over the edge.

"Not quite, but yes, it is rather costumey for the play that our very own Gavin Hawthorne put together," Mr. Elmsberry announced happily. "No it's not Wicked or Les Mis, but I'm sure we can get past that. Matter of fact, Wicked like Les Mis were books before they were plays," Mr. Elmsberry proudly announced. Then he passed the stage onto Gavin, but I wasn't paying attention. I was thinking on how I had see Matt, and Jacobi after this class.

"Do you want to try out for the lead roles?" Jude asks me after Gavin is done talking about the show, and we stand up from where we were sitting. It seemed like a good idea.

"Why don't we? You'll never know," I tell him happily, as I grab my backpack, and place it on my shoulder, as it was about to be then end of class, and I'd be able to see Jacobi and Matt very shortly. Together we walk up on stage, and place our names down beside the two main roles. On the bottom of the sheet we noticed that call backs would be announced on Monday.

"I'll see in Ms. Smith's class," Jude tells me, as we depart in the hallway, and heads for his locker. I head to where I knew Matt and Jacobi would be, but when I got there Jacobi was no where to be found, which made me worried.

"Where's Jacobi?" I ask Matt as I meet up with him by his locker, and he pulls out his world history book, and then shuts his locker, and looks at me. He smiles as another boy walks by, and then he turns his attention back to me.

"I have no clue where Jacobi is," he tells me, and places his messenger bag on shoulder. "I'm sure he's fine though," he adds. If he only knew what I knew about Jacobi, and sometimes I wish he did, but I made a promise that I wouldn't break.

"He probably is," I state sadly, as we walk towards my locker so I could get my stuff and head for my next class, in which, I had no intention of wanting to be in all of a sudden.

-Second Chance-

-Jacobi-

Tell all the people that you see

Follow me

Follow me down

Tell all the people that you see

Set them free

Follow me down

"We've really got to stop meeting like this. People will start to become curious," I hear Riley speak as he enters the bathroom, as I was about to come out from investigating the newest bruise dad had left.

"Sorry, I just need alone time in the bathroom now and then," I tell him honestly, as hope that he didn't think it was for something else instead. Yes, I was aware of some things that did go on a high school bathroom.

"I see you checking out your bruises. Don't worry I won't tell anyone," he tells me, as he meets my eyes. I wanted to trust him, but he wasn't Frankie, in who I knew I could trust. Riley, I wasn't so sure about.

"I'm used to it, besides, if I wanted help, I would call Child Services," I tell him, even though I knew I wouldn't. Once you turned teenager, it seemed as though they didn't care if you were alive or not. New York and Government for you.

"I was just offering my help, but if you don't want it, then fine," he tells me, and picks up his backpack, and leaves the bathroom. Maybe he was right, maybe he was just trying to help. Why would I need to rely on Frankie all the time? I take my camera out of my messenger bag, and decide to leave school. Today, I was going to explore Manhattan until it was time for rehearsals, in which I still had plenty of time for, and honestly no one knew I would be gone. I pick up my other belongings, and head towards the direction of Central Park where I would shoot pictures.

As I had calculated it was time for me to head back, and get ready for rehearsals, and I spot someone wearing a school uniform from another headed in the direction as I was. I should have opened my mouth, but I kept it shut. Why did she seem so familiar? Only when I entered the school, and located her again, I realized who it was, and I doubted that she would remember me. I just shrug it off, and head towards my locker.

"Where have you been?" Frankie yells at me with worry, and honestly, I wouldn't blame her. It was rather stupid with what I did, but I had to let go. Do something different, and that was what I did.

"I was in the bathroom, and well kind of fell asleep," I lied. I wasn't about to tell her I had skipped class, or my incident with Riley. I didn't need them to know that. That was my business. Though, my bruise still stung from earlier, and my scratch from the bush at the park was still aching as well.

"Come on we need to get rehearsals or Ms. Smith is going to murder us," Matt announces breaking our tension that was so obvious you could cut with a knife, but neither of us wanted to show its visibility.

-Second Chance-

-Hero-

"Today is the last day of the Doors, and I'm sure all of you are happy about that," I tell the class, as the bell announced the beginning of class. "Don't look so sad," I add jokingly afterwords. I also noticed how the class seemed to have changed where they were sitting today.

"What is our next project? I hope it isn't as lame as this project was," Anna announces as though she had something on her mind, and she didn't want the rest of the class to know. I brainstorm, and mention that I'll let them know.

"Have we thought of a set list yet?" Jude asks wonderingly, as he looks around the classroom.

"Sort of. I need to still work out the duet, and the group number," Noah answers, as though this question had been dying to come up somewhere, and I had hoped he would come up with one soon since Sectionals were next week.

"I have an idea for a group number, if anyone wants to hear it," Atticus spoke up, as he stood up. "It's not that great though, and the band were sort of one hit wonders," he finished, as it appeared he had everyone's attention.

"It's not the Doors is it?" asked Anna, as though she were offended by him being in front of the class. What was it with her today, anyways? I would talk with her at the end of class if I could. Then I turn my attention back to Atticus.

"Nope, the Doors weren't really one hit wonders, but is anyone familiar with an old TV show called Veronica Mars?" Atticus asks again, and sort of guessed the answer. "That's what I thought. Anyways, it featured Kristen Bell, who is now famous for being Anna in Disney's Frozen," he pointed out. "Alright, so the theme song goes like this," he mentioned as he began to sing the theme.

A long time ago, we used to be friends

But I haven't thought of you lately at all

If ever again, a greeting I send to you,

Short and sweet to the soul is all I intend

a, ah-ahh-ahh-ahh

Come on now, honey,

bring it on, bring it on, yeah

Just remember me when you're good to go

Come on now, sugar,

bring it on, bring it on, yeah.

just remember me when

It's something I said, or someone I know.

Or you called me up, maybe I wasn't home.

Now everybody needs some time,

and everybody know

The rest of it's fine

And everybody knows that

"Attics Baker, that just may have made the cut. I'll have to get back to you on that," I tell him, noting as I would have to get the set list made up as soon as possible so we could rehearse. "Though, we do have to do our group song," I add.

"I thought we didn't have to do group songs in this class," stated Mackenzie, sounding confused.

"Not normally, but we'll have to get in the habit of doing one, since we're going to need to do one for Sectionals," I point out.

"I have a song," Atticus points out. "The words are easy, and everyone knows it," he tells me, and I question how true that it is, but I wouldn't question him. After all he did just song a we could use at Sectionals.

Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out on loan

Riders on the storm

There's a killer on the road

His brain is squirmin' like a toad

Take a long holiday

Let your children play

If you give this man a ride

Sweet memory will die

Killer on the road, yeah

Girl, you gotta love your man

Take him by the hand

Make him understand

The world on you depends

Our life will never end

Gotta love your man, yeah

Riders on the storm

Into this house we're born

Into this world we're thrown

Like a dog without a bone

An actor out on loan.

Riders on the storm

"Can Atticus not the freaking golden star of the classroom for one day?" I heard Miley question after we were done. There was one thing I figured out, there was no pleasing Miley. She reminded me of Violet a little bit. Just a tiny bit. Then I thought about how much I missed her, and I couldn't wait to see her at Sectionals.

"Miley, Atticus is showing us what he has to offer," I shoot back. "The least you could do was show what you have, so I will see you at my apartment with Noah tonight for duet rehearsals," I tell her, and she didn't seem happy about it.

"I can't. I have things to do, besides, isn't that illegal?" she shoots back. Legally it was, but in this case, I didn't think it would count, being as this was going to be in the lobby area of the apartment, but I wasn't going to tell her that.

"Six o'clock," I add as the bell rings, and everyone heads out of the classroom showing how glad they were since it was now the end of the school day, and they could do whatever it was that they needed. I leave as well, and I see the flier for the school play, and suddenly an idea popped in my head, and I headed to the theater department.

-Second Chance-

-Noah-

"I didn't see you," I tell Brady as I get into his car, and throw my back pack in the back seat, as he turns on the radio, and a song I recognized was playing on the radio.

Oh oh, I'm in too deep

Brick by brick

The walls are building all around my feet

Consequences fencing in the truth

They beg and plead

Hush,

What is done is done

Don't say a word

Keep the secret from your tongue

"How long do you plan to keep this a secret?" I ask him, as he kisses me, and I wish he would go further. He was my escape, and I wish to myself that he knew I was asking that question for me. He didn't know about Matthew, and he didn't know about my dad. He knew nothing about me, yet, here I was falling deeper in love with him.

"When you're ready to tell people, than I am as well," he tells me happily, as he looks me in the eyes, and then gives me another kiss.

"That might not be for a while," I tell him honestly. I expected him to yell at me, but he didn't, and I was glad. I got enough of that from my dad.

"Promise me something, you'll attend Sectionals next week. I at least want your sister to know, even though, she's my teacher," I tell him, as he stops his car outside the apartment, and I knew I still had time to get in the house before he got home.

"I promise," he tells me, and I smile, as I get my stuff from his seat, and then head up to the apartment. Then I had an idea, it would probably be the last thing I remember, but to hell with it, I would do it anyways.

"Do you want to go see the Demon King movie with me?" I ask him, as I get back in the car.

"I've never heard of it," he tells me, and he smiles.

"Good, because, I want this to be our first date," I tell him confidently. "Besides, I have to be at your sisters apartment tonight to start duet rehearsals," I add as though it had been part of my plan, in which it really wasn't. It was Friday night, and tonight I was going to break free.

So some more neglected characters are making a comeback. More will be in the next chapter.

Mr. Elmberry is portrayed by Lucas Grabeel, and will be a re-occurring character. Reviews would rad.

Song credits: Love Street / Tell all the People / Riders on the Storm - the Doors. We Used to be Friends - the Dandy Warhols. In too Deep - the Sweeplings.