a/n: this is based off of a dream that i've had like, twice. if you like this idea and want more information on the characters, just let me know! i have written out descriptions for some of them in the original doc that i wrote this in

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Chuck was a freshman in high school. He was a scrawny little white boy with freckles and curly brown hair that shot out in all different directions and would never sit still. He was nothing out-of-the-ordinary, sticking to he and his friends most of the time. Of course, he was a flirt at times, giving random girls flirty comments and pretending to be older than he was. The boy stuck to the lockers and to the hips of his friends, not straying away from his comfort zone and recurring sex jokes. Chuck stayed in his lane like a good boy, not attempting to stir up any type of ruckus until one day.

He was walking down the hall with his two side chicks (as he called them, his main chick didn't exist, but he swore she did), cruising to his next class like the rest of the student body His side chicks consisted of two girls, Velma Ingle and Providence Yong, one being future body president and the other struggling to get her shoes on before bolting to the bus in the morning. Chuck was a healthy medium, B/C average and just learned how to tie his shoes in the 8th grade. Either way, they made a team of three, kind of stoppable and afraid teenagers.

The three of them were minding their own business when someone bumped into Velma, pushing her onto the ground. Whoever pushed her turned around and grinned, "You should watch where you're going. Next time, I won't go as easy," the boy who had said that was named Cato Simmons, varsity soccer team and a closeted straight-A student. He looked a little young to be a junior in high school, but if anyone pointed it out, they'd probably get a swift kick to the gut with a freshly sharpened cleet.

Another boy beside the blond laughed, this one having similar features to Chuck. The male had moles and curly brown hair, but protruding lips and piercing blue grey eyes that could see into anyone's deepest, darkest fears at a simple glance. He wore a shit-eating grin that fit his face as if it were engraved into his skin. After a moment of eye contact with Chuck and Velma, he started nudging Cato off.

"Bye, losers!" Clay exclaimed while waving his hand, leaving.

Chuck bit his lip anxiously, "Scr," his voice gradually grew louder, "screw you!"

The brunet stopped, slapping a hand on front of Cato before the two turned. Clay cocked a brow and walked up to a male who resembled his own features only slightly.

"Watch it," Clay snarled with a certain venom in his voice, "you'll regret ever coming to high school once I'm done with you."

With that, he and Cato walked off, leaving Chuck stiff and shocked. Velma was helping Providence off the floor as Chuck stared blankly into a wall of lockers ahead of him. Providence watched as Clay and Cato walked away with wide eyes, keeping her head in that direction was Velma aided her in getting off of the floor.

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"What do you think he meant by me regretting coming to high school?" Chuck asked, "It's not like I had a choice on if I wanted to come to high school or not," he continued, it now only being he and Velma.

"I'm not sure," Velma responded with a slight shrug as they bounced around from hallway to hallway, "I wouldn't be too threatened by it."

"But they're juniors!" Chuck exclaimed, "Isn't that the top grade?"

Velma rubbed her temples and laughed, "Never say that that loud again."

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It was the next day, first period. Chuck had completely forgotten about everything that had gone on the day before and was going about his day as any high school kid would: miserably tired and done with everything and everyone. He had no friends in his class. The only person he remotely knew was a kid who picked their own boogers and wiped it on the desk while clutching a horse toy tightly enough to break it if held onto any longer, and that wasn't a pairing he had by choice (group project, sitting together, long story that was a bit too traumatic to explain). The brunet was tapping his pencil on the desk and staring down at the desk, examining the different patterns of the wood before him in attempts to get his mind out of the boring class he was forced to be in (it was Algebra).

While trying to get his mind out of the class and into a world of its own, the door busted open. In it stood Clay Biggs and Cato Simmons, both with devices strapped onto their hands and a foam axe in their other. Both had a malicious grin on their face.

"Hey Melwood," Chuck's head shot up as he made eye contact with Clay, "run."