Just a heads up, I'm doing a chapter like the last one for each of the characters. Not ALL of them, that would be crazy, just the main five (minus TJ of course). I'm using it as a way to sort of 'catch up' with them without writing TOO much. These chapters will also take place on the same day, so some things will be repeated; mostly conversations, but it won't be much. It'll all make sense.

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Journal,

Okay, I never do this, but I'm making a second entry on the same day. People here are crazy. They call me crazy, They need to look at themselves. I'm sort of waiting for them to do something. Just sitting here, waiting.

Come on, guys. One of you has to have the balls to say two words to me. I don't bite.

Really I don't.

At least I won't bite the most of you. I want to see who they send over first. That'll be amusing to see.

~*~V~*~

"Sorry I'm late, Coach!"

"Hold it right there, LaSalle! I got a phone call.."

"From who?"

Coming to a screeching halt, Vince forced himself to walk over to the basketball coach. The walk was made even more painful by the fact that he was eager to get back to training. A fractured ankle put him on the sidelines for an entire month, and after having the cast taken off, he wanted to make up for lost time. The doctor had told him his ankle was healed and that he could get back to training, but to take it easy for a week or two. The last part went in one ear and out the other, because as soon as Vince heard he could get back to training, that's all his mind was focused on.

"You're parents. They said your doctor said to take it easy," said the coach.

"He said to take it easy, not that I can't practice at all," Vince protested. "I can still go out there."

"Not on my watch. YOU may be willing to risk hurting your ankle again, but I'm not. Come back in a week," the coach said. "Then you can start practicing again."

"C'mon coach, this is ridiculous! At least let me do SOMETHING," he begged. "I need to keep up with the rest of the team somehow."

"Alright, fine," The coach said, giving in. "Jog. Around the court. But that's it. And you're not coming to practice after school." After thanking the coach, Vince bean to sprint around the basketball court. "I said jog, LaSalle! Jog!"

"Got it, coach!" He yelled back. Slowing down, Vince couldn't understand what the fuss was all about. It wasn't as if it was the first time he broke a bone, and it probably wouldn't be the last.

When he was in the ninth grade and on the soccer team, he broke his right leg and sprained his left ankle. It had been so severe that the bone was sticking out of his skin, and the pain was unfathomable. By the time he was healed from that injury, the school year was over. Instead of staying on the team the next year, he joined the football team and suffered a broken arm and a dislocated shoulder at the same time, taking him out for the rest of the season. when he returned to play on the team the next year, he broke his other arm.

At that point he felt he was getting screwed over.

His parents wanted him to stop playing sports all together.

His doctor wanted him to cut back at the very least.

But he was stubborn, and kept pushing on.

With so many severe injuries in his past, the pain from a fractured ankle seemed like nothing to Vince. All he wanted to do was get back out there as soon as possible. He wasn't going to keep something as small as multiple broken bones keep him out of the action. That just wasn't going to happen. It was amazing that he hasn't suffered a concussion in all of it; his doctors were baffled at that.

Although playing sports was a big part of his life, it wasn't the only part. Even he thought his life would be boring if that was the case. While his leg was broken and ankle sprained Vince was stuck in a wheelchair. The part of him that demanded some form of competition was being neglected and he was started to crazy from it. It was then that he took up chess to cope. It was introduced to him by Gretchen while everyone was trying to keep him from going mad from boredom. He wasn't as skilled as Gretchen but he still enjoyed the game. The occasional game between him and one of the so-called 'geeks' of the school turned into 3-out-of-5, then 5-out-of-eight, and so on.

Then his baby sister took up a considerable chunk of his time.

He didn't know how to feel when his parents announced they were having another child. He was busy with sports ad hanging out with his friends. The worst he was worried about was getting sleep when she was born. All babies were crying machines in his eyes. But after his baby sister, named Valarie, got out of that annoying baby stage and into the rough and tumble toddler stage, she became tolerable, even enjoyable when she began to imitate him when she showed an interest in sports, like him, though it looked like that was beginning to change.

The coach's whistle that signaled the end of practice brought him to a stop. While the other players gathered around, he skipped it (due to a glare by the coach that read 'don't even think about it, LaSalle') and headed back inside to change to is normal clothes; worn in jeans (it would be shorts if it wasn't freezing outside), his #1 basketball jersey with a white t-shirt underneath, and a pair of black basketball shoes.

As soon as he stepped out of the locker room, the first period bell rang overhead.

'It's not the first time I've been late to class,' He thought as he ran down the hall to his first class, English. He passed the few students who remained in the halls out of pure laziness and carelessness. Reaching the classroom, he walked inside and saw that the teacher has not arrived yet. It wasn't anything out of the usual; the teacher was always five minutes late.

To pass the time, Vince chose to mess around on his phone. He made a mental note to put it on silent after it ran in the middle of class and the teacher took it away. He didn't get that chance, however, because he saw that he had 13 new text messages, and was getting more as seconds passed.

"People are blowing up my phone," He mumbled. Going through the list, he found a message from Gretchen and opened it first.

Gretchen: TJ's here

Simply reading the name of his former friend sent a chill up his spine. He had to read the message five more times to be sure he didn't misread it. Even still, he didn't believe it

Is this some sort of sick joke? Its not funny, Gretch

Sending the reply, he hoped he would get another messages saying it WAS all a joke. As he waited he looked around the room. The teacher had yet to arrive, but everyone in the classroom was either staring at their phone in shock, texting rapidly, or whispering to the person next to him. His phone beeped, letting him know he has a new message.

Gretchen: I wish I was wrong. Being as smart as I am, I want to be wrong. Be he's here! He's sitting in this class right now! You all should get a ton of text from others in this class just watch.

'Oh right, the other messages,' He thought. He continued to hope that Gretchen was wrong as he read through the now 30 text messages.

Detweiler is out of juvie. 'bout to skip school and transfer.

Who's the genius who decided it was okay to let a psychopath like Detweiler out? He's gonna kill us all!

We're all about to go up in flames, 'cause Detweiler's back.

God please help us all. Someone let the antichrist out of his cage. You all know who I'm talking about. Detweiler.

What the hell is going on….?

The growing whispers around the room became silent as the teach finally entered and began the lesson. Following the rest of the class, Vince continued to text back and forth until the class ended. He wasn't going to get much information from texting, but he was going to get as much as he could. This was serious. He thought it was serious, and by the looks of it, everyone else did too.

~*~Vince's POV~*~

Okay, so this is really happening. Everyone isn't just bullshitting me. I would've actually preferred that. I would've preferred that this be a school-wide prank aimed at making me shit bricks than it being the real thing.

I'm not going to panic. Nope. Not going to panic. Gotta stay strong. The school best athlete doesn't coward in the face of fear. I guess in this case it would be in the face of a deranged psychopath.

He does look crazy though. 'specially with the hair. The blonde screams psycho on him.

I think we should try to avoid him. If we do that then he can't have any reason to hurt us, right? Right. Plus, what are the chances that we have a class with him? Yeah, Gretchen has Trigonometry with him, but that's one class. There's five of us, and one of him (thank God). We're not going to get stuck an any more of the same classes together, I know it.

Oh shit.

There he is. In my second period class, biology. I hate biology enough without him here. Oh, and if that's not bad enough, he's sitting next to the ONLY seat left.

I'm not even mad. I'm not. If I was everyone else in the class, I'd avoid that seat too. It just sucks that I'm stuck with it.

Like I said, I'm not gonna be scared of him. He's not even looking at me. Or is he? I can't tell with those dumb shades. Right after I sit down in the most dangerous seat in the school, I look over at him without looking like I'm looking at him. It's more of a sideways glance. Nothing. He doesn't look like he knows I'm next to him. I know he recognizes me and the rest of us. He saw us when we visited Spinelli when she was in juvie with him.

Remember to bring that up. Out of all of us, Spin should know the most since she was in juve with him for a month.

Though the teacher began to lecture and write on the board, I kept an eye on him while writing down notes. The guy is like a ticking time bomb waiting to go off at the worst moment.

But he's not doing anything. He's writing notes like the rest of us.

Are we all worried over nothing?

….

….no. We have a reason to worry. Whatever. I just don't want to die in a fire.

I bet he still denies setting the elementary school on fire. I understand that no one would come out and say they did it right after it happened, but at some point it gets old and you have to admit it. Nobody died from it, but plenty of kids were burned, Spinelli being one of them.

Guys a fucking psychopath. I don't care what anyone says. Anyone who hangs a child over the edge of a building, a two-story building, is out of their mind. If we're lucky, he'll do something and get thrown in prison again by the end of the week.

Sounds mean, but that's my opinion. He shouldn't be around people. At all.

God this class is boring. Time always goes so slow in here. It doesn't help that the teach talks in monotone. By now, most of the class would be asleep, but with this psychopathic nutcase here next to me, everyone's wide awake.

I have a C in this class, but barely. I need to have a C or else I can't play on the basketball team. That's the only thing keeping me from getting an F in here. I'm not a big fan of science.

….

….

After ten minutes of keeping an eye on him, I didn't find out anything and turned my attention back to what was written on the board. That didn't last longer than five minutes 'cause he pulled out a notebook and started writing in it.

He's planning something already. That didn't take too long.

Old habits are hard to break, huh Detweiler?

Are you gonna kill us one by one or all at once to save time? Can you try to make it quick and painless? I don't want to suffer for too long before dying.

I'm not scared of him, I'm not. I'm scared of what he can do and what he's capable of.

I need a drink.

My phone vibrated, and it showed I had a message from Ashley Q. Me and her have been date for the last year. You don't find many girls who can kick my ass in a sport then go to the dance right after.

Ashley Q.: Vince, u better get ur friend under control n fast before I break up with u

He's not my friend, Ashley. He stopped being my friend in fifth grade.

Ashley Q.: Doesn't matter. Handle him before we all die.

I think that's everyone's plan, Ashley. Give us some time, will ya? He just got here. It's not like we can come up with something right away

Ashley Q.: Well you better hurry up or I'M transferring schools!

Relax. He doesn't even look dangerous

Ashley Q.: The chubby little kid he used to be didn't look dangerous either

Calm down. We'll figure this all out, ok?

Ashley Q.: Fine.

Damn. Everyone's expecting us to take care of this just because we used to be friends with him. We're already stuck with the problem and we didn't even start to deal with it. With all this, will I have time to practice?

Hmm….my ankle still hurts a little. Maybe I should take it easy like everyone says. I don't want to get hurt again. Not right away anyways. But I don't want to miss out on the season either. If I do go back out there and get hurt again, no one will let my play for the rest of the year. I either play now and risk getting hurt again, or stay put and wait until I get the all clear from my doctor.

Tough choice. No, it really is. I know most people would say to wait and heal, then play for the rest of the season, but I'm not that patient. I don't think I have much of a choice with all this going on.

Okay. I'll wait. But I won't like it.

I should probably tell the guys I have a class with him too. Someone should know if I come to this class but disappear right after for no apparent reason.

Guess what, Gretchen's not the only one who has a class with him. I do too.

Five seconds later I got a reply.

Gus: He did this on purpose, I know it.

Spinelli: I'm not even mad at him. I'm mad at the dumbfuck who let him out

Gretchen: Avoid eye contact at all costs

Mikey: pray

And I'm sitting next to him, too. Sucks for me, huh?

Gus: I bet we ALL have a class with him just watch

Spinelli: Damn dude.

Gretchen: I feel lucky. At least I wasn't next to him.

Mikey: you poor soul.

The bell rang, and I jump right out of my seat and leave the room. I'm not spending a second longer in a room with him. The others might now be here to talk, but on my way to my next class I pass Spinelli in the halls. Speaking of which, here she is.

"Wow, you're still alive," She said. "You have a class with him, too huh?"

"Yeah. Everyone ran out of the class as soon as the bell rung," I told her. "I think a few tripped."

"Oh shit, look," She said point behind me. I turned and saw TJ coming towards us. Fuck.

He stopped in front of us and braced for whatever he was going to do. He's not doing anything. Except….handing me my notebook…? Oh. Must've left it behind when I ran.

"Um….thanks," I said taking it. He didn't say anything. He just left. Weird. "This day isn't going fast enough."

"It's not going fast enough for any of us," Spinelli said. "I know ten people who left school because of him."

"I don't blame them."

"I gotta get to class, Vince. I'll see you at lunch."

"Right, lunch…."

Lunch is three more periods away. Dammit.

Ah. They'll make it. For now, anyways. :) Who am I going to write next chapter? I'm thinking either Gus, or Mikey.

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