School Rivals

Disclaimer: Used to be friends, now its mine, don't steal, all is good.


A/N: Review, review, review!

Warnings: No lemon, not yet. I don't think there will be lemons until after chapter eight. That's when the story starts to become nothing but me. That's where my friend stopped writing the story..so yeah!!! I'm excited. Anyways...Yeah its the usual warnings that you should look out for. It's m/m though if you are this far into this story you should already know that by now. And there are a few curse words here and there...but I'm sure you guys have heard worse. Anyways Onward with the story ------>>>




~Chapter Six- Pain~






"Get up you lazy piece of shit!!!! I CANT believe you're still fucking sleeping!!! You good for nothing pussy!!!" Erick's eyes snapped opened and his body froze as he felt cold water wake him. That voice, it was his father--- his father was back. /shit He looked up and his brown eyes met his fathers angry shade of blue.


"Why aren't you in school?!!?!" His father asked...though you could tell he was trying to keep control of himself.


Erick shivered. The water that had been used to wake him was cold.


His father could have just fucking yelled at him or shook him, it would have had the same effect!! But no, his father had to fucking throw water in his face to get him to wake up. What was the bastards problem anyways? Better yet, why did the bastard ask such a stupid question? Why the fuck did he care whether or not he went to school? He highly doubted that his father gave a dam about his education. What the hell was his problem?


"Oh come on father, don't tell me that you've all of a sudden taken an interest in my education. Please, I don't buy it". Erick shot out bitterly.


"Answer the dam question bitch". His father said sternly.


"I didn't feel like going, whats it to you?" Erick shot back. Its not like it was the first time he had skipped school. His father knew this...


"Yeah, well I didn't feel like seeing your shit head face here. Get your ass up and go to school. NOW!!!!" His father all but yelled out the last part.


Erick was shocked. What the hell was his fathers problem anyway? He had been gone for a week--- he didn't care about him. Why the fuck was he now all of a sudden trying to make him go to school?


He sighed inwardly. It was probably obvious that he didn't like his new school. It was probably obvious that he wanted to stay away from there as much as possible. That's probably why his father was trying to make him go. It was just another way to get him to suffer; it was another way to make his life a living hell.


Though with these thoughts going through his head, he couldn't stop the rage that was stirring in his gut. What the fuck was the bastards problem? What had he done so wrong that his father wanted every minute of his life to be misery? What had he done so wrong that he couldn't do anything right in the eyes of his father?


" FINE ANYTHING WILL BE BETTER THAN BEING HERE WITH YOU ANYWAYS!!" Erick all but yelled.


He was suddenly feeling emotional again--- he hated the feeling. Usually all he would feel was anger. However, lately, he was starting to feel vulnerable, he was starting to feel weak and useless, he was starting to feel even more pathetic then he already felt. Why was everything changing right before his eyes? Though he had once thought that change would be a good thing, but dammit, he wanted change for the good side--- he didn't want it to get even worse!! Lately though, he wanted more and more to end his life. That or to run away and make a better life for himself.


He physically and emotionally relaxed when his father left the room. Though he thought it was weird that he hadn't gotten a hit this time. Don't get him wrong, he wasn't complaining or anything like that, but still, it was weird. He decided that making his father go into a mad rage would only result in him getting hurt somehow; so he got up and took a quick shower.

Once Erick was ready for school he went to the side of his dresser to get his backpack. He couldn't help but look at the mirror. He frowned. He was soo skinny, puny, and ugly. Everything that could possibly be wrong with a person, he saw it in himself. He remembered Carlos, Bobby, and Jacob. It's not like he hadn't ever seen anyone more buff than them before, but they were around his age; and they were way stronger than him!!! He had nothing--- not even the looks. What the hell was his purpose in life? He didn't want to be a punch bag for anyone! Hell he didn't want to be anything for anyone. All his life he had been trying to please people and he had never gotten anything in return. Only hateful glares, taunts, and the pain. Sure he had met some nice people, but they never really cared. Nobody ever REALLY cared....


He physically shook his head. He would not think such stupid thoughts--- he was not meant to be loved. No one would ever care about him the way he wanted to be cared for. It was just the way things were....the way they would always be. Things would never change for him. He had to accept this or it would make things even harder on himself. He would go to school today and make the best of it! He would study hard so that one day he could leave this dam place. And hopefully he would avoid Carlos and the GGFF.

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Jacob Long sat in the library in front of a computer. He wasn't really looking at or doing anything in particular--- he was just bored. He had skipped his History class; which was weird because he hardly ever skipped that class before.

He just hadn't felt like doing anything today. He didn't feel like putting up with the morons he called friends. He didn't feel like putting up with teachers or work; he just wanted to get all thoughts from his mind.


He was reading about the Revolutionary War when he looked up and saw Erick. The flea bag looked even worse than the day at the grocery store. He knew that he was staring hard, though for the life of him, he couldn't look away. He saw the kid sit down on one of the library sofas as he stared at the floor. It looked like all hope was gone from his eyes--- though whatever the kid had been hoping for was still a question. The kid looked like he was having a war inside his head--- he looked horrible.


Jacob had always been good at reading people, while he himself had always tried to master the ability of keeping a straight face in every situation. That was something he was proud of; if people couldn't read him, they would never be able to tell his weakness. However Erick was the complete opposite; it was like the kid actually wanted everyone to see his misery. The kid held his emotions in his eyes for the whole world to read.


The kid narrowed his eyes as if though he were fighting back tears; then he saw Erick cover his face with his hands. A few seconds later the boy had apparently gotten a hold of his emotions because his face looked emotionless.


The boy stood up and grabbed his backpack as he walked out of the Library... Jacob was stunned.


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Erick wouldn't have made it to class even if he had tried. He still didn't know his way around Skyline high yet. It would have probably taken him about 15 minutes to find the dam class. And he was ALREADY late in the first place. He had gone to the Library--- though that was a bad idea. No matter how much he tried not to think about his current situation, he couldn't help it. He had gotten this sudden depression while he had been sitting--- he had felt the urge to cry. CRY!! Dammit he would not allow himself to be seen crying in public. Someone would somehow use that against him!


So he had left the library in a hurry...and he ended up here--- the restroom. He washed his face with fresh water--- it felt so good--- the water relaxed him.


He was still trying to figure out how he was going to avoid seeing Carlos or the GGFF today. He didn't want to talk to any of them. Perhaps they would forget about him? Erick looked at himself in the mirror--- he was pathetic. He felt hot tears run down his cheeks at the thought. He was his own worst enemy; because of him, people wanted to hurt him. It was his fault! He deserved everything he got and more! Or at least that's what his father had told him, on more than one occasion. He saw nothing to live for in himself...there was no one to live for. He was no one.....

This life was nothing but pain. This life was too much for him to handle; he had no control over it. His own father hated him, the schools most dangerous gang was out to get him. He had no friends and his old friends had probably already forgotten him by now. So many people in this world were in much worse situations than this, but he still couldn't help and feel like his situation was the worst. Nobody knew what he was going through, nobody had ever felt this pain...this pain that he felt!! Nobody!!


Erick leaned himself against the wall and let himself fall to the ground. He took a long deep breath and exhaled slowly. His anger management class had thought him that this helped him get more in control of himself. Though right now it wasn't doing much of anything. No matter how much he tried to get the depression to leave him, it just wouldn't. He brought his knees up and wrapped his arms around them. God, he wanted everything to just be over with already! If he was meant to die, then he wanted to die already! If his life was meant to have a happy ending, he wanted to see a dam happy ending! Or he at least wanted to see sparks of it--- something to give him hope. He just wanted to know what he was supposed to do; he wanted to know what was supposed to become of him? Was he really going to live like this for the rest of his life? God no..he couldn't take it! He couldn't stand being this lonely. Dammit...he really missed his friends--- or rather---he really missed Jessica. She used to always be there when he needed her. And she would never make him talk! No, she wouldn't do that, she would just be there to hold him when he needed it. She would be there to calm him--- she would give him hope. Now his hope was gone...now there was nothing. He was nothing....

"What the hell is your problem flea bag?"

Erick was brought back from his own world. He was positive that the question was directed at him; he looked up and his brown eyes met a shade of dark green.

"Jacob..." he whispered.



TBC
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A/N: Hey people..hahaha.!! Aren't I just a big fat jerk? Anyways...I will leave it at that because I don't feel that this chapter should be any longer. SIDES.. My friend had written this story up to chapter eight..but apparently she deleted chapter seven. SO I GET TO WRITE IT ALL BY MYSELF!! yay!! Though I have chapter eight.... So next chapter will be just me. Ha. I am excited. Anyways...As for the question I asked in the last chapter...I still would like to know. How the hell do you recommend a story? OR rather, where the hell do you find the stories number? Anyways. Aside from this...REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!! Ha. Thanks to the few people that felt compelled to review. Like I said..if I finish this story it will be for myself and for you guys. I myself want to see the ending of this story...I'm rather hooked. Ha. OK..well now that this has all been said. Im'a go sleep...I have to wake up at six tomorrow in the morning. Peace out!