School Rivals

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Disclaimer: Used to be friends, now is mine, dont steal, and all will be fine.

Warnings: Usual stuff. M/M story with curse words. Though Im sure you guys have seen and heard worse.

Things you should know:


Anything between /these little lines\\ is what a person is thinking (sorry, dont know what they\'re called).


Baka- This word is supposed to mean: moron, stupid, idiot..etc..etc..etc (or at least thats how I use it, and thats what its supposed to mean in this story)


Anything between \"these little thingy\'s\" Is what a person is saying (though that should be obvious).

And if If you guys dont know what something else means...go ahead and ask.


A/N: Sorry for the cheesy title for this chapter. I couldn\'t think of a better one... O_O



~Chapter Eight- Things are SO not supposed to be like this~




After doing his morning chores, Jacob Long had decided to walk to school. He needed to clear his head and walking usually helped to do that. He inhaled deeply as the morning air caressed his body. It was indeed a very beautiful day. He just wished he didn\'t have to waste half of it at a school filled with complete idiots. He looked down and saw broken cement that had been walked on for years, along with a bunch of garbage. It amazed him how much people didn\'t care about their own community\'s. They just threw their trash around like it was nothing; like it didn\'t have an effect on their neighborhood. It really did disgust him...

He sighed; its not like he could do anything about that anyways. And thinking too much on useless things like that, was one of the reasons why he wasn\'t well rested... Too many things were trying to get his attention all at once...


In almost two weeks he had not been able to get much piece and quiet. His mother had been getting out of work early, expecting him to always keep her company. She was acting as if though they hadn\'t spoken to each other in years. Though in a way, he understood her. He too had been happy the first few days she had gotten home early to eat with him and keep him company. His mother was the only person that he would openly admit he cared for. And it saddened him that she had to work so hard for them both to survive. It saddened him that at the moment, he couldn\'t help her much... But one day that would change; one day, he would give her everything she had ever wanted. One day HE would take care of her. She was a good mother to him. She loved and cared for him; and on those rare occasions when he did need someone to talk to, she was the first person he would go to. She was the only other person, aside from himself, that cared for him. She had always taken care of him, and one day, he would return the favor...

Melody\'s sung by birds invaded his ears and he looked up and saw the small creatures with wings. As beautiful as they were, and as angelic as they looked, they made him almost want to smile. Nature was something that he could appreciate. And sometimes nature was the only thing he wished he could be a part of. He stared at the small birds going on about their business, and for a split second, he envied them; for he too wished he could fly. Don\'t get him wrong, he loved being who he was. He was Jacob Long, leader of the GGFF. He was an eighteen year old senor that was on the verge of going out into the world and discovering how to make himself better. Everyone feared and respected him. And that was something that he loved....

However, though he loved having the power, sometimes he wished he didn\'t. Don\'t get him wrong or anything...it was just that sometimes it was too much. Nightmares haunted him at night; the deaths that hung on his conscience did not permit him much sleep. And knowing that someone was in prison because of him didn\'t help much either. For a while, he tried to tell himself that it was OK. Because to get where he wanted to get, he would have to do much, much, MUCH, worse than that. But he couldn\'t lie to himself anymore. And he had figured it out about five months ago: He was human. He had morals; morals that did not allow him to take part in someones death without faltering his cool. Don\'t get him wrong, he didn\'t kill anyone HIMSELF. But he might as well have stuck a knife in all three kids. He was the leader of the GGFF; and as such, he had taken part in some indignant murders. All whom he tried to stop, all whom he failed to stop, all whom were his fault....


He shook his head vigorously trying to get rid of such memory\'s; trying to get rid of the thoughts that did him no good. The fact was that he HAD taken part in those dreadful actions that clung to his conscience, and he would simply have to live with it; He would have to cope with it.....

He was after all, Jacob Long, and nothing; not even such horrible things as those, got in his way. He would not make himself weak by longing to fix errors that were in the past, errors that he could never fix. And if he had to be completely honest; the fact is that, if a situation ever occurred again, where someone stood in his way, he was sure he wouldn\'t think about it much before he decided to remove that person. It was in his nature; and if it was ever truly necessary once again, then he would do what he had to do. Don\'t get him wrong, he did have morals. He did believe in respectful fights; he did after all have class. But a fight was a fight, was a fight, was a fight. And a fight to the death was no different, the best would always prevail, and HE was the best. He would do what he had to do no matter what it took. That\'s what separated the strong from the weak, and he was not weak....

The voices of teenagers chatting and laughing invaded his ears. He looked up and saw a bunch of teenagers acting like children in front of his school. He immediately felt irritated; he attended a school filled with morons and idiots that didn\'t know what they wanted in life. They followed others into things that they themselves didn\'t want to do. They allowed emotions to control their every move-- a quality that he would always despise in people. He knew what he wanted in this life; he wanted OUT of this ignorance. He wanted money, he wanted power, he wanted control. And one day, he WOULD have it...

He walked into the school and hoped that his so-called-friends wouldn\'t find him. He didn\'t feel like listening to their idiot talk. And he certainly didn\'t feel like entertaining them at the moment...

Jacob arrived at his first period class; the teacher was bent over going through his bag. The students were all chatting about, and papers were being thrown. His eye brow twitched at the amount of noise that was being produced in the class room. He was tempted to give each student a death glare to shut them up, but the bell rang.


He mentally sighed in relief....


He walked over to his desk and was tempted to roll his eyes at the huge smile that Debbie had. The girl had had a crush on him ever since he could remember. Poor girl though, because she was way too dumb for his taste; and not even her looks could make him lower himself-- Not even for a quick fuck.

\"Hey Jacob!\" The girl squealed.

\"Don\'t speak to me\". He stated sternly, ignoring the pout that she tried to give him. He felt disgusted at the way she always through herself at him. It was like she had no shame. The girl just didn\'t know when to take the hint...he would NEVER, EVER lower himself to be with that...that thing..... Unless he was completely horny and he had no other choice, but then again, that was highly doubtful, there were too many girls out there willing to give themselves freely. And he had no need for the type with no brain.


He took a seat as Mr. Gonzales stood up to greet the class.

\"Alright ladies and gentle men, lets begin\".


Jacob mentally sighed once again, it was really very ridiculous how he had to spend half a day putting up with all these morons. Mr. Gonzales was alright, he had always loved History, and Mr. Gonzalez usually knew what he was talking about. Though the teacher could be a bitch at times because sometimes the man just didn\'t know how to mind his own business. Aside from that though, he enjoyed this class most of the time. Which was more than he could say about any of his other classes...


Jacob looked around and saw that some students were yawning; passing notes, laughing, drawing, and some were even reading. He felt like kicking himself at not bringing a book. He did love History class, but lately, he didn\'t feel like doing anything. It was like he just wanted to relax all the time now. He didn\'t know what was getting into him, but somehow, he felt that right now was not the best time to examine himself. He really should have brought a book...


\"Mr. Mendoza, why are you always late?\" He looked up to see Carlos walking towards his desk.

\"Sorry Mr. G. Wont happen again\". Carlos replied in a monotone voice.

\"I\'m sure\". Mr. Gonzalez gave him, what Jacob liked to call, one of his weird grins...

Jacob found himself staring at the back of Carlos head. He felt like kicking himself... Why were things so complicated? His friends had decided that today they would scare Bobby and Erick. And he had felt the urge to protest. But for the life of him, he couldn\'t figure out why! Bobby and Erick deserved it all, they deserved to get a good beating. Who in their right mind messed with the GGFF? Who in their right mind, messed with HIM?!? This sort of thing was just unheard of, this sort of thing should be punished!!


He growled lowly as he realized that he was thinking of the flea bag again. He had managed to keep the boy out of his head all morning long; why did he have to remember the stupid flea bag now? He inwardly cursed at himself for being such an idiot. It had been his fault, he had followed the moron into the restroom; he had been curious, and the results had not been good. He had not expected the idiot to try and fight him. He still couldn\'t believe that the kid had pushed him. And he still couldn\'t believe that he hadn\'t done anything to the kid but punch him in return. What the hell was that? The kid deserved to be punished!! So why the hell was he having a hard time deciding whether he should tell his friends about the incident or not? The kid had been TOO bold. Not even his own friends pushed him around; he didn\'t allow such insolence. And whenever someone did touched him, someone that he didn\'t allow, that person would usually get a pretty fucked up beating. So why was he keeping it to himself? Why hadn\'t he told his friends to beat the shit out of Erick already!?!!? What the hell did he care if Erick got into more shit? It was the kid\'s own fault; the boy knew who he was, he knew that Jacob was not someone to mess with... The dam kid knew...!!!!

And the fact that Jacob didn\'t care about that; the fact that he didn\'t give a dam if the kid knew or not, the fact that he just didn\'t want the kid to get into more trouble, well, it disturbed him...

He had mastered the art of impassiveness so well. He had learned how not to care about people; he had learned how to control his feelings and emotions. So what the hell was it about the flea bag that got his attention? What the hell was it about the kid that caused him to feel unsure? He sure as hell didn\'t care for the boy, THAT was for sure! He hadn\'t even known the kid that long! No, there was something else about the kid that got his attention. Something that he couldn\'t quite put his finger on... Something that didn\'t make any since. But he was determined to find out what it was...if it was the last thing he did! He WOULD find out what that Erick kid had on him...why it was that he felt so jadjfa;kjfdaldfkja;kfadkfa!!!


Jacob mentally kicked himself...he had to get these thoughts out, NOW!


But the stupid kid caused Jacob to feel unsure; and that was something that his mind chose not to ignore. He was unsure of what he felt towards the flea bag and he was unsure about what he was supposed to do with the flea bag. Jacob cursed at himself about twenty times and over. He hadn\'t felt so helpless ever since he had ended his relationship with Carlos. But even then, he hadn\'t felt so bad. Back then he had at least had a reason to care about Carlos. They had been friends, best friends; they had grown up together and they had shared their secrets. But this, this was just preposterous! He didn\'t even know Erick! He didn\'t even LIKE Erick! And hell, he wanted the kid to suffer! He wanted the kid to suffer A LOT!! So what the hell was going on?

His own feelings confused him. Because he wanted the kid to suffer; and he felt that the kid SHOULD suffer; but he couldn\'t give the order. He had the power to make it worse for Erick, way worse than what Greg had planed for the boy, but though he wanted to do it, he couldn\'t... He just couldn\'t....

And this only served to make him hate the flea bag even more..... Because make no mistake about it, he DID hate the boy. He hated Erick because the kid caused him to feel such emotions that he thought he had buried long ago. He hated Erick because the boy caused him to feel emotions that he should never feel... Erick caused him to feel confusion, Erick caused him to feel guilt, and even worse, Erick caused him to feel pity.

And feeling these things only served to make him weak. These emotions only served to delay what needed to be done, they served to delay what he NEEDED to do. And what made the matters even worse was the fact that he didn\'t know what to do to get rid of the dam feelings. Hell, he didn\'t even know what to do to get the stupid Flea bag out of his dam head!!


He shook his head fervently, trying to get the thoughts of the boy that invade his head away from his mind! He looked at the clock above Mr. Gonzalez\'s desk.


/OH. MY. GOD.\\ He almost gasped. Almost.

He had spent a whole HOUR thinking of the flea bag!! What the hell was wrong with him?!?! He had spent a WHOLE DAM HOUR thinking of Erick Walters. He had spent a whole CLASS period thinking of the kid....he HAD to do something to stop this...NOW!

\"Long\". The voice brought Jacob out of his miserable thoughts.....

Jacob looked up and saw Mr. Gonzalez looking at him as if though he were expecting some sort of response. He felt like rolling his eyes, but he surpassed the urge....


\"Yes?\" He arched an eye brow at the teacher.


\"I have been talking to you for the last ten minutes Long. Please tell me I don\'t have to repeat myself once again\". The teacher said in an unconvinced tone. Who the hell was the teacher trying to kid? Of course he would have to repeat himself again if he wanted Jacob to answer. Jacob felt like rolling his eyes at how stupid his teacher could be at times...


He mentally sighed for the umpteenth time... \"OK Mr. G. You DON\'T have to repeat yourself again.\" He stated, and was rewarded when his teacher raised an eye brow in question at him. Jacob grinned at this; sometimes his teachers could be SO easy!

\"But.... If you don\'t, I\'ll have no idea what you were talking about\".


And with that said, the bell rang. All the students stood in a hurry, grabbing their back packs and belongings. They were practically running out of the class room, and once again, Jacob was tempted to roll his eyes.

\"Jacob may I have a word?\"

He looked up and saw Mr. Gonzalez staring at him...

/Great...just great\\

\"Yes\". He stated as he grabbed his own back pack and walked towards his teachers desk.


Mr. Gonzales studied him for a moment, and Jacob found himself to be irritated. Was his dam teacher trying to intimidate him? Cause it sure as hell was NOT working. He wasn\'t the type to be intimidated easily.

\"You haven\'t been yourself lately\". Mr. Gonzales stated.

\"Oh?\" He asked in a skeptical tone...

\"Yeah, you\'ve been out of it lately. Usually you\'re one of my more active students...you\'re actually one of my BEST students. And...well, it seems that lately, your mind has been on other things\". He paused for a while studying Jacob once again.

\"Jacob, is something bothering you? Because if there is...I want you to know that you can count on me to try and help\".


Now, if Jacob had been the type to laugh hysterically, that is exactly what he would be doing. But since he wasn\'t, he chose to raise his eyes in question, willing them to say for him what he wanted to say. But since his stupid ass teacher didn\'t seem to get the point, he decided to voice his question instead....

\"Uh...Mr. G. What the fuck, are you talking about?\"

Mr. Gonzales sighed... \"I\'m asking you if anything is bothering you! I\'m asking if you need anyone to talk to\".

Silence....


\"Well....do you? Because if you do, I\'m here for you. I.......Well, I can understand if you don\'t feel comfortable speaking with me. I\'m not an idiot Jacob...I know what you do...you try to hide it from the teachers and from the authorities. But I know who you are, and I know what you and your friends do. And I can imagine that being who you are, well, it must put alot of pressure on you...you\'re very young. And well....I just wanted to let you know that if you need help with anything...and if I can help you...don\'t hesitate to ask\". Mr. Gonzalez said as he stared straight into Jacobs dark green eyes.


\"You\'re wrong. I don\'t try to hide it from the teachers or the authorities. I\'ve never tried to hide who I am from anyone. If I did, then no one would fear me. The only thing I try to hide is the proof. The evidence. Aside from that...I don\'t give a shit. And Gonzalez, you would probably live a much healthier life if you learned to mind your own fucking business\".


And with that said, Jacob walked out the door. He was not going to stand around while some stupid teacher tried to read him. He had enough problems already and he didn\'t need anyone trying to get into his head. Mr. Gonzalez needed to mind his own business, and if he didn\'t learn on his own, then he would eventually have to teach him. Hopefully though, the older man would realize that he wasn\'t someone to be messing around with. Jacob was serious, and he wouldn\'t take that shit. Not from him, not from anyone!


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Erick sat at the lunch table that he usually shared with Lissa, Carlos, and Bobby. It was a pretty good day so far. He hadn\'t seen any of the GGFF members all day, and he still hadn\'t talked to Jacob since the bathroom incident. And that was a good thing, he didn\'t really want to see that jerk anytime soon. Although he knew he would eventually have to face him, he wasn\'t going to complain if it would be later, rather than sooner. Things were cooling down and it even seemed as if though the GGFF members had forgotten that they existed. Perhaps everything would be OK...?

Erick sighed, he didn\'t want to cling on to the hope just yet, because deep down, he knew that Bobby and him were still in for it. He\'d never been lucky, and he saw no reason why he should start expecting luck now....

\"Why are you so quiet?\" Lissa asked, taking a huge bite of her hot dog.


\"I\'m always like this\". Erick replied. But he didn\'t look up...he was too busy messing with his own salad. However it was weird, because for some odd reason, which was unknown to him, he wasn\'t hungry at all...

\"Ha! Erick, I wasn\'t talking to you!! Bobby!! Why are you so quiet?!?\" Lissa directed the last of that sentence towards Bobby, who was poking his own hot dog with a fork.


\"Greg, Calub, and Joe pushed me in the hall today. And Greg punched me in the stomach. I was bout ready to fight the dam bastards when three more of their goons showed up. They told me I had PERMISSION to leave! Can you fucking believe that?!? And I had to fucking walk away! I HAD TO WALK AWAY! They pushed and punched me...and I just WALKED away!!\" Bobby practically yelled. Erick could swear that he saw smoke coming out of Bobby\'s ears!!!

/This ought to be interesting...\\

\"Well, what did you want to do? Did you really want to try and take them all out on your own? You did the right thing, hell, you did the SMART thing. You KNOW that they could and would have beaten the shit out of you. I\'m glad that you didn\'t try to fight them...\" Lissa said as she took another bite of her Hot dog.


Erick was looking at Carlos. The boy hadn\'t said one word since Bobby started telling his story. He looked as if though he were having a war inside of his own head...


\"It was a warning. They\'re going to come after us now. They were just taunting us. You know that right Bobby?\" Carlos suddenly blurted out as he stared Bobby dead in the eye.

\"Yeah I know...but man...I thought you had fucking talked to Jacob!!! And hell, I even thought that they had forgotten about us. They haven\'t even tried to make a move in almost two weeks!\" Bobby snapped.

\"Don\'t be a fool Bobby. Just because Jacob used to be my friend does not mean we\'re out of trouble; he could care less about us. He said that he would TRY to get Jazon and myself out of trouble. But he told me flat out that you and Erick boy had it coming. You know how those stupid fucks are.... \' You mess with one, you mess with us all\', and you fucking picked one of the worst ones to mess with!\" Carlos hissed.


Erick could feel the tension. It was so thick that he was sure any pair of scissors would cut right through it with no problem. This whole GGFF issue had everyone on the edge. And Carlos seemed to be under the impression that the gang would strike soon. Had the GGFF really just been keeping themselves on the down low to intimidate Carlos, Bobby, and himself? Because if that had been their intention, it sure as hell was working! And it did make sense; the idea that Jacob and Greg had been trying to keep them in suspense this whole time, the idea that the gang had been trying to make them nervous, which would serve to make them more scared; well, it was the only thing that added up. They were such huge jerks!! They had probably had a lot of long laughs at their expense! But what worried Erick the most was the fact that he had no idea what Jacob and Greg were planing to do now. Hell, he was getting a head ache trying to figure out what HE was supposed to do now! How was he going to get himself out of this mess? And what scared him the most was the thought of Jacob getting him into more trouble because of what he had done to the older boy in the restroom. Even though it seemed as if the older boy had completely forgotten the incident, one could never truly be too careful!


There was no reason why Jacob should be offended by what he did though. Its not like he had actually hit him.... he had only pushed the older boy! That shouldn\'t be counted as much! He knew though, that the older boy had lots of pride about him. And he had probably \'offended\' the leader of the GGFF gang; and that, he knew was not a smart move. But you couldn\'t actually blame him for anything! Its not like he HAD hurt Jacob, and if the older boy said otherwise; then he wasn\'t as strong as Erick had originally imagined him to be. Anyway, it\'s not like he hadn\'t done worse than that simple push he had given the older boy. Hell, he had done worse to the leader of the GGFF gang on the first day that they had met! He had actually punched him then-- more than once. It was as if though Jacob provoked him on purpose. No one in their right state of mind could actually throw the blame on Erick! Because Jacob HAD (both times), provoked him! He had pushed him into the chair; pulled on his ear rather harshly, and then punched him. Then he had followed him into the restroom, and the boy had had the nuts to try and make a fool of him! What could one do? Just sit back and take it all? Hell no; he was never one to take shit; the only one that got away with that kind of shit, was his dam father (if you could call him that), and that was because he was used to it, and he couldn\'t do ANYTHING about his home problems. But Jacob and his gang were different. At school, he knew that that kind of shit was NOT allowed. He would not take that shit at home and at school too.... No way in hell! So...no one could really blame him for standing up against the older boy. Though it was stupid, because the older boy could most definitely take him out; it was still an urge that he had. And until that urge to stand up for himself abandoned him completely, he would do just that; he would stand up for himself!

\"I didn\'t pick Greg, Carlos. Would you have preferred me to leave Erick to him? Erick\'s lucky I got there when I did, who knows what else that jerk would have done!\". Bobby spat out in his defense after a few moments of silence....

Carlos looked over at Erick, and the younger boy felt a strong surge of depression settle itself upon him. Dammit!!! He thought he had gotten THAT under control! But he couldn\'t help it...why.....Why was everything his fault? Why did life hate him so much? Carlos and Bobby were now in trouble because of him, and he couldn\'t do anything about it. And now they were even fighting because of him! Why did life suck so incredibly much?!? It didn\'t matter though, he would have to endure these problems, he would have to be strong for himself.... even if life did hate him...

\"No moron, I\'m not saying that you should have left him in Greg\'s care. But you should have simply pushed him away or something. You didn\'t have to beat your legs into the jerks body! A simple push, or a punch would have done just fine! They wouldn\'t have been able to get all defensive over that; not with out looking like total wimps. But NOOO, you had to go and take out ALL your anger on him. Way to go you idiot! You gave Greg exactly what he wanted\". Carlos all but yelled.

Erick noticed that the students from the other tables were starting to stare. And he couldn\'t help but wonder how long it would be before his nervousness started to actually show.

\"What the hell is going on here?\" Erick heard a deep voice ask. He looked up and saw a tall Latino boy with blue eyes. The guys nose was pierced, along with his bottom lip. He was wearing a black shirt with blue jeans that had holes at the knees. The guy had long black hair that hung over his shoulders; and for some odd reason, Erick found himself thinking that the guy looked rather.....good?


He mentally shook his head, because having such thoughts, especially about a guy, would SO not work.

\"Hey Jazon!!\" Lissa squealed as she shot up from her seat and wrapped her arms around Jazons neck.

\"Don\'t choke me short stuff\". Jazon grunted...

\"WHERE THE HELL HAVE YOU BEEN?!?!!?\" Carlos yelled, and Erick was now sure that everyone was staring at them.


\"Woooa dude, calm down. I\'ve been around, whats up?\" Jazon answered rather calmly; and Erick couldn\'t help but stare. The guy looked so in control, he looked as if he had no troubles, he looked as if though he could take on the world. This guy looked like he had more control than Carlos at the moment. And he couldn\'t help feeling a sting of admiration towards the older boy. And even worse, he couldn\'t help feeling attracted to the older boy....But no! The older boy would probably hate him once he found out what Erick had done! Once Jazon found out that he had gotten the GGFF angry at them all, the older boy would probably hate him...!!!!

/ Ohhhhh fuck\\

They would have to tell Jazon what was going on!! And Jazon would blame it all on him!! This was so not good, first off, it wasn\'t good because he didn\'t want Jazon to hate him. And second, he already had enough people hating him! And third...the thought of Jazon hating him disturbed him! And this was not good because he shouldn\'t care whether Jazon hated him or not! He didn\'t even know the guy! What the hell was wrong with him? He must be completely loosing his mind.....!!!

/Breathe Erick...just breathe.....what the fuck are you doing to yourself?!?!?\\

He suddenly blushed, realizing that Jazon was staring at him with his eyes narrowed in curiosity. He felt like kicking himself when he realized that he hadn\'t removed his eyes from Jazon since he had gotten there....

/ Oh shit...\\


And then, when he felt that things couldn\'t get any worse, he was sure he turned the color of an apple when Jazon looked as if though he had just realized something, and grinned mischievously at him...


/ Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.!!!!!!!!..\\


\"I\'ve been trying to get a hold of you. Where the hell have you been?\" Carlos asked, and it impressed Erick to see how strained Carlos got when he was trying to control his anger...

There was silence for a few moments; Jazon apparently didn\'t feel the need to respond. No, he just stood there staring at Erick with that stupid grin of his. And it caused a sharp shudder to travel up Erick\'s spine...


\"Forgive my friends, I\'m Jazon Hernandez....and you are?\" Jazon finally broke the silence directing the question to Erick. And for some unknown reason, Erick was speechless.


/Speak you moron...speak! Oh, for fucks sake, say something!!!\\


\"Er...Erick...I\'m... I\'m Erick...\" He was able to get out. He felt himself blush once again (if that was possible) when Jazon smiled at him.

\"So, what the hell is so urgent that you seem about ready to explode? Aye tuff guy?\" Jazon directed the question at Carlos as he took a seat next to Lissa.

\"Fuck you Jazon! Go to hell.....!!! Aurgh, I don\'t even want to talk to you right now! Bobby, YOU let him in on whats going on. I gotta go cool down\". Carlos huffed as he stood and walked away.

\"Hey babe, wait up!\" Lissa yelled as she jumped out of her seat and ran after her angry boyfriend.

\"Well OOKK then....So, Bobby, care to tell me why the fuck he\'s acting like a psycho?\" Jazon arched an eyebrow.


\"Dammit Jazon, I\'ve been trying to reach you too. Where the fuck have you been?\" Bobby asked; sounding more irritated and annoyed than mad.


\"I was out of town with my dad. My aunt got sick and we went to go visit her in the Hospital. It was only supposed to be for like two weeks, but she ended up dying, so we had to stay for the funeral. And I\'m sorry that calling you fuck heads didn\'t even cross my mind. Now, tell me what the hell is going on already, you baka, can\'t you see I\'m jumping out of my skin?\" Jazon replied with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. And even though Erick knew that once Bobby told Jazon what was going on, the guy would probably not like him very much, he couldn\'t help the smile that rested on his lips.


But the smile vanished, and he went completely tense, when Jazon winked at him...


\"We\'re in deep shit with Jacob and his stupid little thugs. Our new friend here managed to piss them off on his first day of school\". Bobby indicated with his head towards Erick...


Erick felt like he wanted to drown when Jazon rested his eyes on him once again. But this time, the guys face was blank. It was emotionless... and it sort of reminded him of Jacob....


\"What happened?\" Jazon asked in a rather serious tone, making him shudder once again.


\"Like I said, our friend here pissed them off. Then Greg thought it would be funny to play around with him in the restroom. Alone. I walked in on them while Greg was beating the shit out of him. Then that\'s when things got really bad for all of us. I sort of lost my temper, and well, you know how it can get---\"


\"You fucked him up didn\'t you?\" Jazon cut him off.


\"Pretty much...yeah. I\'m sorry dude, I couldn\'t control myself. Well......Carlos tried to talk some since into Jacob but it didn\'t do much good. He said that Jacob would only try to get you and Carlos out of trouble. But Erick and I have it made. Get this though, this was about three weeks ago, right? Well in the last two weeks, everything has been rather calm. But today Greg, Calub, and Joe pushed me in the hall. Then the bastard Greg punched me; and just when I was about to get into the fight, three more of Jacob\'s puppets showed up. I don\'t know dude....Carlos says it\'s a fucking warning. He says they\'re getting ready to strike\". Bobby sighed....


\"Well, if they do strike, then we\'ll have to fight back. We\'re not going to sit around and take their shit. Those idiots have had it coming for a while now. And its not his fault, if that\'s what you\'re thinking\". Jazon indicated towards Erick with his head.


\"Whatever dude....I don\'t care who\'s fault it is. All I care about is getting out of this load of shit we\'re in\". Bobby rolled his eyes as he stood.

\"I\'m out, see you guys later\". He said as he walked off...


There was an uncomfortable silence in which Erick would have choked himself if he could. There was something about this Jazon guy that made him nervous. There was something about the guy that made him want to stay, but run at the same time...


\"Well, what do you think we should do kid?\" Jazon asked coolly.


It was decided, and he had no more doubts; all he wanted to do was get the fuck out of this place! Why the hell was Jazon so fucking intimidating? How the hell was the guy making him so fucking nervous? Why was Jazon staring at him as though he wanted to ravish him? Why did he keep having unnatural thoughts about Jazon? And why was Jazon so fucking sexy?!!?!


\"You there kid?\" Jazon grinned once again.

/Oh shit...oh shit...oh shit!\\

\"Urm..yeah..I want to...I want to beat the shit out of Greg. That Jacob dude doesn\'t seem so bad\". Erick replied meekly... he felt so helpless.


\"They\'re all morons\". Jazon stated while looking Erick up and down.

Erick felt as if though he was the color of an Apple, he was sure he looked it as well. He had never felt this way about ANYONE. So why the hell was this happening to him now? And better yet, why the hell was he feeling this way towards a GUY?!?!!?! He needed to go home and rest. He needed to clear his head.....He needed a COLD shower, hell, he needed to get out of this place. NOW!!



TBC
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A/N: Hey people, thanks for reading this chapter. I hope you guys liked it...I really had to change ALOT, ALOT, ALOT of things in this chapter. And I think its like three times longer than the original...*blushes* lol!

Well, actually, I am really content with this chapter. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please, oh PLEASE, review. Im really nervous about the last chapter, I think i got like One review on it. SO im like...was it good? Or was it sucky? O_O Let me know what\'s going on in your head, it doesn\'t matter what it is. I wont ever get better if no one tells me what im doing wrong!! Well, anyways...I will continue to write this story. Though the rest of the chapters will take as long as these last two chapters. Since I will have to start writing from scratch and all that. ANd next chapter might take even longer, cause my brother is going to go into surgery...ANd well...yeah. I wont get into the details, but I will be pretty busy. So I just hope you guys let me know your thoughts on this chapter..and on the story. And I hope you guys continue to be entertained out there. Much love, and untill next chapter!!! peace out!