Chapter Two

Hello my lovelies! Welcome back to our story! Which, we know, has not been updated for... idk. A long time. Deal with it.

Yeahhh, it's only been like a year and a half.....

OBJECTION! It's actually only been seven months... so... yeah. Aren't we so good at updating?

Oh stop being so literal. It's basically been a year.

Being literal is one of my defining personality traits. Right after annoying and sarcastic. Oh, and how can we forget clingy?

Really didn't notice.... -_-

Gee, thanks. I'm flattered.

Any time. ;)

You can't see it, but I've rolled my eyes so hard they nearly fell out of their sockets. Hey, can I sue you for that? I could use some extra cash...

You have no evidence it was me that made you roll your eyes so hard they nearly fell out of your sockets.

*Sigh* I suppose you're right... anything else i can sue you for? Ohh, could you break my leg? I think i could get a good case with that. Yeah, let's do it!

Not really in the mood to get sued, but I'll call you when I am.

Cool. So, now I suppose we have to stop procrastinating and actually write the next chapter now?

Yeah I suppose so....

Oh pooh... Alright, let's write something so awesome it will cause the universe to explode. Wait, that's a good thing to sue you for!

Actually that wouldn't be my fault, we would both get sued by the rest of the world. Anyways, stop putting our amazing writing off, and give the people what they want.

Heh, dan and phil. No one but the people in the dan and phil fandom will understand that, but i don't care. Alright, let's do this thing!

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I woke up in the nurse's office. I felt like a bus just hit me. Why am I here? I thought before the memories came flooding back to me. The new kid. The number 10 above his head. I must've passed out after I had emptied my stomach all over the classroom floor.

"Miss. Kardos. You're awake." Mrs. Krull, the school nurse said. Mrs. Krull was the typical school nurse, as an old lady with her white hair tucked into a bun, and her oversized glasses. a simple dress covered with flowers, like the stereotypical grandma would wear. She always looked like that, so kind that a part of me expected her to feed everyone homemade cookies. "How do you feel?" Asked Mrs. Krull with a concerned look on her face

"I'm okay, I think. I feel shaky and a bit dizzy." I said still feeling like I am about to vomit again.

"Well puking all over the classroom floor will do that to you, just get some rest and drink water and you should be fine. Also your dad is going to pick you up soon. The principal thought it would be a good idea for you to go home and get some sleep."

"Okay.... I should go get my stuff out of my locker then." I said still wondering about that boy.

"Okay, hope you feel better soon." Mrs. Krull said with a warm smile. I tried to stand, but my legs were still shaky, and I felt my knees buckle beneath me. Mrs. Krull caught me just before I hit the floor. "Do you need some help getting to your locker?" She asked. I shook my head.

"No, I just need to get adjusted." I said as I got to my feet, ignoring Mr.s Krull's objections.

"Are you sure? You still seem shaky." She said with a concerned look again.

"Yes I'm sure. I'm tougher than I look." That was true. How else would I have coped with my mother's... situation? Mrs. Krull looked like she wanted to object, but seemed to know that it wouldn't change my mind. Everyone knew that I was more stubborn than a mule, a trait which I picked up from my father.

I quickly left the nurse's office and started towards my locker. I let muscle memory take me there as I spaced out thinking about the New Boy. How in the world could he be a ten? I didn't even know that was possible. Was he a spy from a different country? Maybe he came from a family of deadly criminals. Maybe he was an alien sent to invade earth.

Okay, I'll admit, that last one was a little far fetched. But what other options were there? It's not like he had a gun in his hand. Even if he did, he would probably be only a nine. I've seen people with guns, and from the people I have seen they are usually only eight or nines. But this unnamed kid was just that; a kid.

I barely even noticed when I arrived at and opened my locker, until a book came tumbling out. "OW!" I yelped as 'Algebra 2; the Basics' Fell onto my foot. I sighed. I really needed to be neater.

I leaned over and picked up the book, grumbling. This was so not a good day. I started piling books into my backpack. I could text Olivia and ask what the homework was.

I slipped my dark blue backpack over my shoulder and started jogging towards the school doors. All I wanted was to get home, and curl up in my warm bed. Preferably with a nice mug of coffee. Then maybe I could forget what a rotten day this had been.

I reached the school doors, flung them open, and closed my eyes as I inhaled a breath of fresh air. Being outdoors always helped calm my nerves. My dad always promised that once he earned enough money, we would move out of our tiny apartment, and into an actual house, where we could have an actual garden. And a piano, I am not the kind of person that likes to play piano and sing in front of people or in front of my father, but I still love doing it by myself.

Even though I would love to be in a house like that, but I highly doubted it would actually happen. My dad was in a wheelchair because of my mother, and it made it very hard for him to find work. You might be wondering what exactly happened, and why my dad is in a wheelchair. Well it is a long story. My mom came home one day, drunk as always. I knew immediately from the slamming of the door that this was going to be bad. Very bad. My mother never slammed doors. She was to worried about having to waste money on 'frivolous things' when money could be spent on 'much better items'. (By much better items, she meant drugs.)

I came out of me bedroom, and peeked out from behind a cabinet to look at my mom. My blood ran cold when I saw what she had in her hand. A gun. A real, non-nerf gun. I wanted to run. To scream for help. To do something, anything to get me out of that situation. My feet felt like they were glued to the ground, and my lungs felt light; I couldn't scream, all I could do was stare horrified, praying that she wouldn't shoot me or dad.

"HENRY!" My mother roared, looking ready to punch someone. Or maybe ready to shoot someone. My ten-year-old mind thought.

My dad came out from the kitchen, where he was cooking dinner. "What is it, my love?" He was always trying to do that. Always trying to make her feel loved. As if that was the only problem. As if calling her nicknames like 'My Love' would stop the beating. But it didn't help. Nothing helped. Even if somehow he finds something that will stop the abuse my mom conveyed on us, I doubt that it would last long.

I have been looking for a part time job since I had turned 16, but so far, I haven't found anything. My father is always telling me to slow down, to enjoy being a teenager, but I always feel partly responsible for keeping the household running. Dad tries his best, but there is only so much he can do as a single father in a wheelchair. He isn't the same as he used to be. When I was a kid, dad was always full of life, and his eyes always seemed to sparkle when you looked into them. But the gleam in his eyes was no longer there after what happened; everything changed. Whenever my parents fought (Which was often) some of the twinkle always ebbed away from his eyes, until they were dull and lifeless.

Sometimes though, I see glimpses of who he used to be. Like whenever he walked in on me singing, and started to sing along. It was rare that he caught me doing that, but when he did, I never had the heart to stop, no matter how embarrassed I got. I never had the heart to take that sparkle away from him.

Maybe it was because I was so caught up in my head. Maybe it was because I was clumsy. Or maybe it was a cruel trick from god, but whatever happened, I somehow managed to crash into the Liam-The new kid-without realising until it was too late. For a second, I was weightless, falling at what seemed like the speed of light.

I flailed around wildly, reaching for something, anything, to balance myself of. Maybe that was how I ended up grabbing onto Liam's arm, only making him lose balance and topple over on top of me.

Somehow, I managed to spare my head from any damage, but in that moment, with a very tall very dangerous and, admittedly, very handsome man on top of me, I kinda wished I had blacked out. Could things get any worse in this situation?

"H-hey." I muttered, breaking the uncomfortable silence we had lapsed into. Liam was looking at me like I was the threat, like I was the dangerous one. Could he know about me? No. There was no way.

"Hi." Liam said. his voice was cold, and he almost seemed scared. Why was he scared?

A few seconds of awkward silence passed between us, as we seemed to be frozen in space.

Dangerous or not, he's kinda cute. Some part of my mind thought.

Seriously?! This guy might be able to explode the Earth or something, and you care that he's cute? The other part of my mind argued back.

Well he is! My mental argument continued, distracting me from the matters at hand. After a few more seconds of silence he slowly stood up still keeping his fearful eyes on mine.

"Um... do you want a hand or not?" It took me a second to realize that he had been holding out his hand to help me up, and a few more after than for me to decide to take it.

"T-Thank you..." I stammer not sure what to say. He held our stare for a few more seconds before averting his eyes to his black shoes.

"I-It's okay." He said almost too quiet for me to hear. We stood there in the awkward silence for a few more minutes before he broke the silence.

"So where are you heading in the middle of class?" He asked, looking suspicious.

"Why aren't you in class?" I asked, spinning the question on him. It was a tactic I had learned from my dad. When you don't want to answer a question, respond with a question.

"I asked first, so it's only fair that you answer first." I sighed at his logic, quickly realizing that I was not going to get out of answering his question.

"Umm...I'm sick so the nurse said I should head home." I answered. I could see a flicker of concern in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"Oh, that sucks." He said flatly.

"Don't think you're getting out of telling me why you're not in class." He looked worried, almost like he had something to hide, but, just like that flicker of concern I saw in his eyes, it disappeared as soon as it came.

"Science is boring, so I ditched. Plus Mrs. Smith was giving a lecture. I don't do lectures." Something about that story didn't add up. Mrs. Smith is my 5th period science teacher, and she rarely ever gave lectures.

"Ok...?" I said, but somehow, my statement sounded like a question. "My dad is going to be here soon, so I should probably go." Liam's facial expression changed, but I couldn't tell if he was relieved or disappointed. Maybe he was both?

"See you around." He stated, trying to hide the suspicion in his voice. I nodded and quickly walked away. I needed to push him out of my mind, and deal with the interrogation I was sure to get from Dad.

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Hey, were lazy and tired, so you don't get an ending authors note... sorry (Not really)

Cya. ;)

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