School Rivals

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Things you should know: Anything between /................\\ is what the person is thinking. Anything between \".................\" is what the person is saying. OK I think that about covers THAT.

Warnings: Urm... Yeah, this chapter is certainly not going to have any lemon. Don\'t worry..juicy stuff is not too far away. Just enjoy until then...I know I am. Anyways the warnings are the basics.. M/M... urm...a bit of cursing. And I think that\'s about it. I\'m sure you guys have seen worse though...Any who, that\'s about it. Thanks. Enjoy and Review!!!






~Chapter five- Odd occurrences~




Erick stared out the window into the endless dark; he had slept late and had woken up late as well. It was warm under the covers and he didn\'t feel the need to leave the warmth that they offered. Today would be a good day for him. He decided that simply eating, showering, and watching TV would suffice for the days activities; then he would simply retire once again--- yeah, that was the plan. He stretched out and yawned in the process. He looked up at his clock and found that it read 4:00 p.m.

Thoughts of what would have happened to him if he had chosen to go to school that day invaded his mind. He sighed...he was glad that he didn\'t have to go; not until his sorry excuse for a father showed up. Right now all Erick wanted to do was clear his head...that\'s all he needed. Too many things had been happening lately that he had NO control over. First off, his father decided to move away! He had left all his friends behind... but he had to admit that the one friendship that had hurt the most, was his best friend: Jessica. The only girl that was ever able to make him talk--- The only person that he felt wouldn\'t judge him...he had to leave her behind. Second, he was now currently going to a school where he knew no one and felt alienated. Sure, he might have met Carlos, Bobby, and Lissa, but he sure as hell doesn\'t know them yet... not to the point where he held an actual \'relationship\' with them. He couldn\'t very well declare that they were his \' friends\'... not yet. They were simply acquaintances, for the time being. And third, he somehow managed to get into a fight ON THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL with the neighborhoods local gang leader. And to sum it all up, he managed to piss off one of the members from the SAME GANG two days after...... Seriously though, could life be anymore hateful towards one person?


Considering all these things, Erick thought he deserved the chance to just sit back and relax. To just think and figure out what the hell he was going to do. To clear his head, and to spend some quiet time on his own...that\'s all he wanted...hell, that\'s what he needed.


Erick sat up and stretched once again. He heard a soft moan escape his lips as the sunlight hit his body and kept him warm.


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Once Erick had done his morning routine, which consisted of cleaning his room and taking a shower...Erick had settled himself on his bed once again and had started to work on his homework. After all, missing a week of school was sure to put him behind in his grades. He didn\'t want to be behind mentally either, school was too important. His brains was probably the only thing that he could count on to one day get him out of this hell hole.


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Erick realized that he had been working on his homework for about three hours--- He was hungry. He stood and made his way towards the kitchen quietly....


He opened the Fridge and found that there was alot of NOTHING in there.


/Fuck\\


He went back upstairs to his bedroom and looked through his closet. After a few minutes of searching he had finally located his savings box. Which only held 50 dollars. He had somehow managed to hide the money from his father. Erick had gotten the money from his best friend Jessica on his birth day. She had taken him out to eat and had even taken him to six flags. Then at the end of the day she had kissed his cheek and left him with a card in his hand. Which contained the money.


Every once in a while, when he did get a hold of some cash, he would save it and he would make sure to only use it unless it was TOTALLY necessary. Like now---he was starving!


Erick grabbed the 50 dollar bill and placed his savings box back in the closet. He then headed for his front door. He would have to go to the store and buy some food to last him for about a week. He couldn\'t buy too much food, this he knew. It would be a waste of money and a waste of food. If his dad found it he would eat it all. Then it would have all been for nothing; it would have all been a waste! So he would only buy enough for himself; Enough so that he didn\'t have to spend the whole fifty dollars.


Once Erick was at the corner of his street, he started jogging towards a small grocery store that he had seen a few days ago. He had actually seen it on the first drive to his house---on his first day in this neighborhood. He just hoped that he remembered correctly just where it was, and that the store didn\'t some how magically disappear!


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\" The bastard hasn\'t been to school...I say we find his sorry ass at his house, and jump him then.\" Greg hissed.


Jacob, Greg, and Caleb had been walking in the park for a while now. Jacob had nothing better to do, its not like his mom would be home anyway. So he figured that a walk in the park would get him to relax--- it always did. He loved to walk alone, it always gave him a chance to think and sort things out. Though today, when he had gotten to the park, he had run into the two morons that he called friends. So his thinking chance had left. Now he was stuck entertaining a pair of Idiots. He mentally rolled his eyes. All Greg had been talking about for the last 30 minutes was taking it up on that Erick kid. Not that he cared, he didn\'t, but he sure as hell was annoyed talking about the same topic. Hearing Greg say that he wanted revenge 50 times over was rather irritating.


\"The kid is probably scared, he\'ll have to show up for school sooner or later.\" Jacob stated Seriously though, if he were the type that displayed his emotions for the whole wide world to see, he would have been rolling his eyes like crazy! But he didn\'t do that. He was a verbal type of guy, if Greg didn\'t shut up anytime soon, he would have to (for his own sanity) tell the boy to shut the hell up before he cut his tongue out and fed it to the first dog he got a hold of. That should work.


\"Whatever man, but aye, you know I\'ll do it all; so long as it\'s outside of school walls, for now at least. Fucking principle fucking called my mom to school yesterday. The ass was ranting on about how wrong it had been for me to give the finger to that...Mr. Queer...err...whats his stupid shit ass name again?\" Caleb asked...


\"Gonzalez\". Jacob stated rather irritated at how much his brain had to think to understand what the hell had just come out of Caleb\'s mouth. Seriously, just because they were gangsters and all, that didn\'t mean they had to act like total morons. The idiots could try and show a little class every once in a while. He inwardly sighed, every time he tried to explain this to his friends they just stared at him...giving him that \'what-the-fuck-are-you-talking-about\' look.


\"Yeah, Gonzalez\". Caleb spat the name out as if the name alone were an insult.


\"Anyways, I was thinking about this... and I don\'t fucking think we\'ll be able to do anything to the stupid ass kid---other than a good beating. So if you guys decide to do something outside of school, I\'m down...otherwise, count me out\". Caleb stated.


\" But I don\'t want just THAT fuck. I want all of them. ALL. OF. THEM. They\'ve been messing with us and taunting us for way to fucking long now. I want to make them piss in their pants, I want to make them cry, I want to make them beg. I want them to know their fucking place\". Greg said...

Jacob mentally sighed; the temperature was just right. The breeze was blowing against him, caressing his cheeks, kissing his lips. Why, for the life of him, did he have to spend such a beautiful time, in one of his favorite places, with these fucks? He cursed at all the gods that might out there--- If any.


\"Who exactly is \'them\'..?\" Jacob asked, already knowing the answer to his own question. He sat on the bench that was attached to the chair. Greg walked passed him and leaned against the Oak Tree while Caleb decided to lay down on the grass.

\"Come on Jacob, its fucking obvious. That stupid ass Carlos and his little pussy gang. Those pricks are the only fuckers that ever challenge us at the school. It\'s time that we settled that, don\'t you think? It\'s time we showed them just who is more stronger and better\". Greg said..avoiding eye contact with Jacob. If Greg were to be completely honest, he would have to admit that he had wanted this before; way before that little pussy boy Erick showed up. That idiot Carlos thought way too much of himself, he needed to be brought back down from that pedestal he had placed himself on. He needed to be shown just how worthless he really was. He needed a good beating.


Minutes with no end passed as the boys were in each others presence in complete and utter silence. Greg imagining just how good it would feel to finally get to beat the shit out of all of them. While Caleb just stood, knowing that in the end, it would not be him to decide what would happen to Carlos and his gang; he knew that he would only follow orders.

And Jacob, well...He was trying to figure out what he was going to do. Greg obviously wanted to beat the shit out of Carlos and Jason. What made matters worse was that Greg was the offended one, which meant he should get to choose just how, who and when someone got punished. He knew that he could simply refuse and forbid for anyone to mess around with Carlos and Jason. He was the leader after all! However, he didn\'t see a good enough reason to give to his friend; because he WOULD have to explain why. He couldn\'t very well tell Greg that he didn\'t want Carlos to be harmed simply because the boy used to be his friend. Hell, if he could, he would erase the past--- he didn\'t want anyone knowing that small fact. Like he said though, Carlos USED to be his friend. Which meant it was all in the past; which meant he shouldn\'t care! For the life of him, he shouldn\'t care!!!


Jacob mentally kicked himself for still having feelings for Carlos; however small those feelings were, they were apparently getting in his way now. He knew he didn\'t harbor any actual \'strong\' feelings for the boy. It was more like \'pity\' for someone he used to care about. The kind of pity that he wouldn\'t just give anyone. The kind of pity that he would only show to certain people: The people that somehow found a way into his heart. But now that he had found a way to kick Carlos out of his heart, which he had; the pity was there. He didn\'t want the boy to get too hurt...


\"What exactly is it that you want to do with them?\" Jacob asked.


Its not like getting a beating wasn\'t all that bad...right? He would just simply forbid any weapons to be used in the fight. He would tell them to stop before they permanently injured the boy. He would not allow Carlos to get hurt to the point where he would end up in the hospital or worse: dead. He would only allow enough hurt to have Greg\'s anger satisfied.


\"I want to kill the fuckers, every last one of them. Get some of the girls to take it up on Lissa too.\" Greg spat out.

\"No\". Jacobs answer was immediate and curt. He had already made up his mind, Carlos and his friends would have to endure a good beating, but they wouldn\'t be hurt too bad. Not if he had anything to do with it. The only ones that he would allow to seriously get injured; to the point where a hospital and or coffin would be brought into the picture was that idiot Bobby and that stupid flea bag Erick. Those, Greg could handle however he wanted; those were the ones that had truly insulted the GGFF.


\"Fine, have your revenge on Bobby and Erick, do what you will with them. You even have my permission to use some of the guys to give Carlos and his friends a good fucked up beating. BUT, and listen to me when I say...You will NOT. I repeat, you will NOT. Send Carlos and his friends to the hospital or for that matter give him any injuries that will not recover in a matter of weeks\". He paused and stared into Greg\'s hateful eyes... \"Like I said you can do what you want with Bobby and Erick---they were the ones that truly insulted us. Those you can do with as you please.....and as for Lissa...she\'s a girl you moron, have some dignity. She will be left out of this. And I will repeat myself once again, I DO NOT want to hear that anyone other than Erick or Bobby was in the hospital....just...try not to kill them\". Jacob said as he got up from the bench and started to walk away. He needed to think for a while. He couldn\'t be in the presence of these morons for much longer--- or he would go insane.

\" But--\" Caleb started, but he regretted it as soon as Jacob flashed him a death glare.


\" But nothing! My instructions are final, unless you actually want to try and defy them?\" Jacob asked as he raised an eyebrow at him. Silently daring Caleb to defy him, daring him to find out what would happen if he did such a stupid thing.


\" No\". Caleb muttered as he went pale.


\"Good.\" Jacob hissed. He looked at his friends one last time, warning them not to EVER try to come against him---there would be hell to pay. He turned around and started to walk off.


\"And yeah..you have my permission to use however many guys are needed for Bobby and Erick. As for me, I won\'t be taking a part of this--- My orders are final\". Jacob all but shouted over his shoulder as he was still walking.


Jacobs two friends stood there staring at him. They found themselves without words at the moment. Their leader was obviously NOT in a good mood at the moment. They knew better than to follow him, they knew that if they followed him, their actions would not be appreciated. So they just stood there. Trying to actually put together what had just happened. Once it had dawned on Greg that he had pretty much gotten what he wanted...


\"This is going to be interesting\". he said with a sadistic grin.


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Jacob arrived home in a five minute walk from the park. He liked that about his home...it was soo close to a park, he could go there to think and just relax anytime he wanted to. But those idiots he called friends were there....and he wanted to be alone at the moment. He went into the kitchen and saw a note on the Fridge.... he sighed... / guess I\'ll be having dinner alone once again..mom\\ He walked up to the Fridge and grabbed the note.

Hey baby, sorry that I wont be able to come home tonight for dinner. There is some left over wings from yesterday, heat them up OK! Oh, and also please go get some milk from the store...we\'re out!


Love, mom!


/ ah, great, just great\\


Going anywhere right now was not something he wanted to do. He wanted to go to take a shower and relax; then he wanted to sleep. But he knew that if he waited till later his mom would bitch about it...


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Erick had been looking around for the small grocery store for about twenty minutes before he had actually found it! He couldn\'t believe how off he had been about where it was. He had defenatley NOT known how to get there...


When he arrived the first thing that he saw were the wanna be thugs standing outside of the store. They were all wearing blue shirts except for one kid---he was wearing a white shirt. They were right next to the entrance of the store, Erick wouldn\'t be able to get in or out without passing right next to them. Two of the boys were leaning up against the wall, while the other three were sitting on the hood of an old beat up black Saturn. The boys were laughing and minding their own business, or at least it seemed to be that way. The boy that was wearing the white shirt was an African American, Erick noticed that he was smoking a cigar. Ugh, he hated smoking--- it was so stupid---seriously though, he\'d rather stick a knife in his stomach a million times than do that shit. The action was given way too much credit; he didn\'t see anything \'cool\' about it.


With another \'ugh\' going through his head, Erick started to walk towards the front door of the store. When he was passing right next to the wanna be thugs, he realized that they had stopped everything to look at him. / shit \\ He didn\'t stop though, no, he wasn\'t THAT stupid.


He could feel eyes trying to burn holes into his back... / shit\\ The guys were weird, and this situation was rather awkward....but he would simply have to ignore it. He would get the things he needed and just leave. Yeah..that sounded good!


He entered the store and immediately started looking for the things he needed. He grabbed some microwaveable noodle soups, the kind that would be made in less than five minutes. They were cheap, they were six for a dollar. He smiled at that; it looked like he wouldn\'t have to spend soo much money after all. He also grabbed a large Pepperoni Pizza, it looked absolutely delicious. His stomach was already arguing with him to just take what he had in his hands and go cook the dam food already! But he didn\'t want to have to come back; he would buy all that was needed in one trip. So he proceeded and grabbed the kid\'s juice\'s, they too were six for one dollar. / This should do.\\

Once he was sure he would have enough food for about a week, he got into the clerks line and paid for all the items.


Erick walked towards the front door and out......


He couldn\'t help but start thinking about everything that was going on with him. His father was gone...he was skipping school because of some gang....And he had no food. The thought about leaving came to his mind once more...why couldn\'t he just do it?? He could certainly find a job. Somewhere, someone had to be willing to give him a job...right? I mean its not like he couldn\'t work....Even if it wasn\'t much pay---so long as he got what it was that he needed to survive. Anything was better than living with his father! He could take care of himself, no mater how incompetent everyone thought he was, he was sure he could do it! He had pretty much been doing it for most of his life....You couldn\'t very well say that his father took care of him!!! He had to admit though, he was scared. Not at the thought that he couldn\'t survive on his own, hell, that thought thrilled him! No, he was scared to leave his father......he wasn\'t sure what it was that he felt towards that jerk. He didn\'t think it was love, he couldn\'t love that bastard! But that jerk WAS his only family....the only family he had left. His father wouldn\'t forgive him if he left, his father would never want to talk to him ever again! Though he didn\'t love that non-feeling bastard...he did feel \'something\' towards the prick. The jerk was after all his father.


Erick was brought back to reality when someone grabbed him from behind and pushed him to the floor. His bag of grocery\'s went flying everywhere and the items scattered on the floor. The sound of laughter reached his ear.../ oh shit\\ He looked up... And there stood the proud wanna be thugs.


All of them had a stupid smile plastered on their face. How did he always manage to get into situations like these? Why did someone always find something wrong in him...why did they always want to hurt him? He suddenly felt this huge depression come upon him, he wanted these people to take pity on him---he wanted them to kill him. If they did; he wouldn\'t have to go through the pain anymore, through all the suffering, all the confusion; if they did, he wouldn\'t have to live in this cruel world anymore!!

\" You clumsy idiot, you dropped all your fucking things all over the floor! Guys, maybe we should teach him how to walk, the fucker cant even stand!!!\" One of the boys in a blue shirt said... He looked into the eyes of his attacker---they were eyes that showed fear. Fear and determination. Erick then realized that the boy didn\'t want to do this...the boy obviously felt he had to. Whatever reason that was, was completely unknown to Erick. He looked at the rest of kids and realized that they were all wearing the GGFF necklace. He sighed as he realized and accepted that he was about to get whooped.


Jacob came in sight of the store and saw some of his so called friends at the front. He smiled inwardly when he realized exactly what it was they were doing. They obviously had \'someone\' on the floor... And he did need to take out his frustrations on something, or someone--- this was perfect! He jogged to get to the crowd so he wouldn\'t miss the action...


\" Jacob, you\'re just in time.\" One of the boys in the blue said....


Erick\'s eyes met a shade of dark green. When he actually realized just who it was though....he sighed. His common sense had already reasoned with him that they wouldn\'t kill him in plain view for everyone to see. No, they would simply torture him... He resigned....He wouldn\'t fight back today--- not today---he couldn\'t fight back today. He was on the verge of breaking! To many things were going wrong for him..... Perhaps it was the worlds way to tell him that he indeed did not belong here.... Though whatever reason it was trying to tell him that was beyond him--- He had already known that.

Though somewhere in the back of his head was a voice nagging at him, telling him to be a man, to defend himself; but he couldn\'t. First off, he knew what the outcome would be; there was after all six against one---he would loose. Second, he didn\'t have the strength to fight anymore, not today. He was too tired, too frustrated, and just too emotionally overwhelmed to fight. He would simply have to endure a good beating....


Jacob had NOT expected the boy to be the stupid flea bag. He didn\'t know why this situation felt so incredibly wrong. The boy was already going to have to endure Greg\'s wrath....but having to take two beatings, probably in the same week.....


Jacob kicked himself inwardly for feeling sorry for the kid. He wasn\'t supposed to care....he didn\'t care...right? It was just a matter of being human, of having morals. The boy looked pathetic, sad, and hopeless. Though he would never admit it to anyone....he was feeling sorry for the boy.... It was already bad enough that he had been feeling sorry for Carlos.... Why he was feeling sorry for the flea bag was beyond him. He shouldn\'t feel sorry for anyone...he shouldn\'t care about anyone. When the hell did he start having morals anyway?


\"Leave\".


All eyes were staring at Jacob in bewilderment. There was a moment of silence, until one of the boys got the courage to speak.


\" Why?\" The African American boy asked.


\" Because I said so\". Was the curt response that Jacob gave. He was getting slightly pissed that the idiots weren\'t leaving. He had given an order. They were NOT supposed to question him.


What the hell is going on?????? Is the only sentence that Erick\'s mind was forming at the moment. Jacob was trying to help him.......??? No, he couldn\'t be trying to help him...why the fuck would he do that? He pushed that thought aside. Even if Jacob wanted to get rid of the other guys, he wasn\'t stupid, he knew that Jacob alone could take him. The boy just probably wanted to torture him on his own...


\" But---\" The African American boy tried to continue.


\" MUST I repeat myself? You would do well to pay attention to my orders. Or I\'ll make sure to punish you myself\". Jacob warned. He stared at each and everyone of his so called friends. And as it was expected, they were all intimidated by their leader--- they all looked down.


\" Leave.\" Jacob hissed. It would be his last warning....


All of the boys looked at each other, wondering what the fuck was going on. Though they were all smart enough to know that they couldn\'t stay.


\"Lets jet\". The African American boy said...looking once more at his leader with question in his eyes.

Once the boys had gotten into the old beat down black Saturn and had driven off. Jacob extended his hand to Erick, who just sat there, staring up at him perplexed. However, the feeling of confusion was mutual on both parties. Jacob had no idea what he had just done, or why he had just done it. What the fuck was he supposed to do now?


Jacob let his hand drop back to his side, the flea bag was obviously not going to take it.


The two boys stared at each other for what seemed to be like an eternity. Both feeling the tension, both feeling awkward, both not having a clue as to what they were supposed to say.


\" Is this stuff yours?\" Jacob finally broke the silence, with the first question that came to mind. He picked up the microwaveable noodles...


/ Idiot, what kind of a stupid question was that? No duh its his!!\\ He mentally slapped himself for the stupidity that he found in the question he had asked. Before he knew it--- he was picking up the rest of the stuff that had fell out of the bag. He picked up the bag and placed the food inside of it. He stood before Erick again; who just stood there dumb founded and not knowing what to say. He extended the bag out for Erick grab.


Erick reached out and carefully grabbed the bag, eying Jacob carefully, as if though at any sudden movement he would get up and start running. He didn\'t know weather a fight was coming or not... Was this just some way for Jacob to humiliate him? Was Jacob trying to show him just how weak he really was? He was at a loss for words.... He found himself wanting to yell at the guy in front of him. He wanted to insult him, to tell him to leave him the hell alone, he wanted to tell him that he didn\'t need his help, he just wanted to tell him to get lost! Yet, he was thankful...Jacob had saved him...HIM!! In spite of all this though, his anger towards the boy was way too strong. Too strong for him to just let his guard down...this guy had punched him on his first day of school! This guy was the leader of the GGFF, who happened to want to beat the shit out of him.

Silence....


\" Yeah......um........yeah.\" Erick replied meekly. He realized that he had been staring too hard, so he just grabbed the bag from Jacobs hand.


\" Are you OK?\" Jacob once again kicked himself for asking such a stupid question. He didn\'t care weather the boy was OK or not. Right? Perhaps he just pitied the kid....the flea bag was after all pathetic, but he didn\'t care for his well being! He was just being human...saving the kid from having to go through a beating twice. In the same week.


\" Why..........wha...wh-wh-at do you care?\" Erick asked, looking curiously into Jacobs dark green eyes.


\" I don\'t. I was just being polite\". Jacob stated coolly

Erick looked Jacob in the eyes..../ the bastard!!\\ What the hell did the jerk want from him? If he didn\'t care then why the fuck did he save him? Why not just let him get jumped by that mob of morons that he called friends? He shook his head in an attempt to get these thoughts from his head....too much thinking was bad. He once again looked into Jacobs eyes. He couldn\'t read any sort of emotion in the boy. The guy wore a blank mask...he hid himself from the world. For some reason, he found himself wondering what the true Jacob was really like. He had to admit, the Jacob in front of him struck fear in him. He was so strong...he had soo much control--- control that Erick wished he could have. He had soo much strength, and hell, he was the leader of a gang!!! The realization suddenly dawned on him though: Perhaps he shouldn\'t make the leader of the GGFF pissed off again. Actually, if Jacob liked him it would all be that much better for him. Maybe they could eventually be Fri... / NO you idiot, he\'s your enemy!!\\ Erick pushed those stupid thoughts to the back of his mind. He knew it wasn\'t possible.... Though It would be better for him...convenient and all--- it was still impossible. It would never happen.


\" Err....Thanks....if that\'s what you wanted me to say. Thanks...Now excuse me, I have to go drown myself in my bad luck. Maybe even cut my wrists while I\'m at it, eh?\". Erick stood with the bag in his hands and started to walk off. He smiled at his own joke...it was funny! He knew that remarks like that usually made people feel awkward, but he couldn\'t help it. Hey if he could have ANY sort of advantage over Jacob, even in the small victory of making the guy feel awkward, he would enjoy it! Either way, it was worth a try.


Jacob on the other hand was baffled--- the boy was suicidal. The LAST thing he wanted was to have another death on his conscience, soo soon. He was only eighteen dammit! He had already killed more than enough for his age, hell, if it was up to him, he would never take another life. Those dam dreams wouldn\'t let him sleep at night!! A normal senior should not have so many dam deaths on his conscience!


\"Hey flea bag!!\" Jacob called out...he watched as Erick stopped in his tracks and turned to face him. He looked into the brown eyes that were Erick\'s. He frowned at the sadness that he saw in his eyes. The pain and hurt that were completely evident.... He sighed and decided to speak, knowing that he had the boys attention.


\" Let me give you some advice.\" He paused.....carefully choosing his words.


\"Next time you see someone wearing these\". He said as he grabbed the blue beaded necklace that hung around his neck.... \" I advice that you stay out of sight.


\"I wont always be there to save your ass. And next time it might be worse\". He hesitated before he continued....he KNEW that next time it WOULD be worse. \"Watch your back kid.

\"And listen to Carlos in everything he tells you to do...You have a better chance at not getting hurt if you listen to him. I can only do so much though, you crossed the line by stepping into it with one of the GGFF members. Especially one so close to me. But I can set limitations....I can assure you, you WILL pay.


\"Though you might be able to postpone it for a while... Greg will eventually get the upper hand\". He paused as he saw a mixture of emotions cross the kids face. This kid was so easy to read....He could see the pain, the panicking, but most of all he could see the fear. \"Look he wont kill you...but that\'s about ALL he wont do.......... Look flea bag, I don\'t really know why the fuck I\'m telling you this, but he IS and he WILL come after you. If you don\'t want it to be soo soon, and if you want to have someone with you when it happens, stay close to Carlos and Bobby\".


Jacob studied the boy for a few more moments....He had to go home, he had to sleep, he had to get his mind off this situation. He had to get that dam feeling of guilt that was eating at him in the gut out of his dam mind. He needed to be alone....he turned and started to walk off.......


\"Wait!\". Erick shouted so that Jacob could hear him. He continued when he saw the guy turn to face him once again.

\"Thanks...I mean...yeah, thanks. Even though it probably wont do much good, still, I appreciate what you did for me. Look, whatever man, I\'m not good at this shit....just....yeah\"...

Dark green eyes met brown. The two boy studied each other for a few more moments before Erick turned his back on Jacob and started to jog off....
He stared at the boy... He still didn\'t quite understand what had taken place a few moments earlier. He just knew he didn\'t like it. Somehow, he had managed to feel sorry for the boy and he was already regretting it.

TBC

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A/N: Ok well their goes another chapter. Yay? I must say that that was the hardest chapter so far that I had to work on. I had to change alot of stuff in it........ O_O So yeah. Any who, Im going to start working on the next chapter maybe tommorow or the next day. Soon. :D Please review and let me know if you\'re enjoying it. A shout out to the few people that have reviewd. Thanks you guys, if I finish this story it will be for myself and for you guys!!!


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