Title: Concrete Angel
Summary: Nothing In Mike's life ever seems to go right. He hates school and basically has no relationship with his parents. He hopes to find somehere he belongs, but his faith is wearing thin. He often wonders if death is the answer. Can Chester give him a reason to live?
A/N: This story is going to be in Mike's POV so please don't ask for Chester's. Also I am very proud of this story so please be gentle :o)
Chapter one: Art Geek
I am currently getting ready for school. To be honest I am not looking forward to it cause we are taking a trip to the woods. We will be staying there for the weekend in these cabins. This isn't a trip where we walk around and learn about the enviorment either, we are supposedly going to learn what it is like to be out on our own. Sounds stupid to me and so unlike school. I think our teacher just wanted to go away for a weekend and found a way to get paid for it. I don't want to go, but my parents are making me. I really don't want to spend my weekend with everyone at my school, I don't get along with any of them. I am quiet in school and don't bother anyone, but to them I am the art geek. I really love art so I guess that gives them a reason to pick on me, my love for art is weird to them.
I grab my duffel bag and then leave the house. It takes me about ten minutes, but then I finally reach my school. There are two buses in the parking lot that I assume will take us to the cabins. I stand by a tree away from everone and just kind of watch. Chester, Eric, Ben, Justin and Chris are hanging out by the side of the building. I have never talked to them, but they don't seem to like me. I kind of have a crush on Chester, he is just so cute and... totally untouchable! God I hate being me sometimes.
"Mike!" Mrs. Thompson yells at me to get my attention.
"Oh... yeah?" I ask stupidly.
"I need your bag so I can put it on the bus."
"Oh okay sorry." I say handing her my bag.
I bite my lip and blush in embarrassment when I notice that people are laughing at me. I quickly ask Mrs. Thompson if I can get on the bus and luckily she says yes. I get on the bus and sit two seats away from the back. A few minutes later everyone starts getting on the bus. Chester and Eric sit together in the back, Chris and Ben sit together in the back as well while Justin sits down in the seat in front of Eric and Chester. I look at them for a moment, but then look away so they won't think I am weird.
Moments later Aaron Anderson walked onto the bus and sat down next to Justin. He talked to them 'til the bus started moving, he then looked over at me and stood up. Chester and his friends watched Aaron as he sat down next to me.
"I'm gonna sit here." He says not looking at me.
"Um... o... okay." I say feeling very uncomfortable right now.
"You're... Derek, right?"
"Uh... Mike, my name is Mike."
"Yeah whatever... you're the art geek."
I just stare at him and then look away with a sigh. Why didn't I see that coming?
"You know you are actually kind of cute." He says putting his hand on my theigh.
"No I'm not." I say moving my leg.
"Yes you are." He says leaning in to kiss me.
"Um... what are you doing?" I ask moving away from him.
"Come on just kiss me, that's all I'm asking for." He says putting his hand on my back, pulling me closer and trying to kiss me.
"Please leave me alone." I say desperately as I try pushing him away.
"Stop fighting me!" He says angrily and then roughly pushes his lips against mine.
"Aaron leave him alone!" Chester says in an annoyance.
"Yeah why would you want to kiss a geek anyway?" Justin asks.
Aaron pulls away and let's go of me. "Yeah you're right I don't know what I was thinking." He says looking at me in disgust.
Aaron stands up and sits next to Kelly Bradford. I slouch in my seat hoping that people will stop looking at me. God that was humiliating! I put my headphones on and press play on my CD player. I listen to Metallica and stare out the window as we drive to the woods. I can feel people's eyes on me, but I try to ignore them.
We arrive at the cabins about an hour later. It is really nice here, there are about three cabins surrounded by trees. There is even a lake close by, hmm... maybe it won't be so bad here.
Everyone gets off of the bus and we grab our luggage. We stand off by the bus and wait to be told what to do. Right now Mrs. Thompson is assigning everyone to cabins. My eyes widen when I get assigned a cabin with Chester, Eric, Chris, Justin and Ben. Man what luck I have! Well it could be worse, I could have been assigned a cabin with Aaron.
I grab my duffel bag and follow along behind the guys to the cabin. We walk in and everyone starts looking around. I reach the hall and see that there are three bedrooms with two beds in each room. I walk into the one at the end of the hall and tell them I am staying in here. They all mumble 'whatever' so I shut the door behind me. I sit my duffel bag next to a bed and then sit down. Moments later Chester walks in and flops himself down onto the other bed.
"So I guess we're gonna be roomies." He says with a smile.
"Yeah I guess so." I say glancing at him.
"So what's your name again?"
"Cool... I'm Chester."
"Yeah I know."
"Oh you do, do you?" He asks raising one eyebrow.
I blush in embarrassment. "I-I've seen you around school and we have art class together."
"Oh... um, that's cool."
"Um... yeah... okay I'm gonna go now." I say standing up.
"Where you going?"
"To the kitchen to see if there's anything to drink."
"I'll go with you then."
I nod my head slightly and he follows me out of the room. We walk to the kitchen and look for something to drink. Chester grabs a 7UP up from fridge while I grab a coffee cup from the cupboard. Chester stares at me and I look at him in question.
"You like coffee?" He asks me.
"That stuff is disgusting." He says scrunching up his nose.
"No it's not it's good."
"That's your opinion."
I turn toward the coffee pot and pour some into my cup. I then put in some cream and sugar before sitting down at the table. Chester sits down across from me and I stare at him for a moment. This is all just so weird to me, why is Chester hanging out with me? I am not complaining, but it is just something I am not used to. People don't just hang out with me, I am used to being alone and being made fun of.
"I don't see how you an drink that stuff." He says after I take a drink of my coffee.
"Easily." I say smiling widely.
He laughs slightly. "Okay I won't argue with you about it."
"Hey Chester why are you sitting in the kitchen, you should be outside hanging out with us." Chris says as he and Eric enter the kitchen.
"Oh is that so?" Chester asks raising one eyebrow.
Myself I have become completely silent and I am trying not to look at them. It is safe to say that I feel a little uncomfortable, I am not used to being around them. I feel extremely out of place and feel like running and hiding. I am not going to do that obviously.
"Cause we're your friends and want to hang out with you. It's not like you're doing anything anyway, just sitting here at the table." Eric says.
"Alright fine I'll go outside with you." Chester says with a smile.
"Oh yeah and sorry for making you room with the geek." Chris says like I am not even there.
"No we'll make it up to you big time."
"Rob that's not necessary."
"No we owe you big time for sharing a room with him." Chris insists.
Suddenly I stand up and walk out of the kitchen. I am not just going to sit there while Chris insults me, I am not an idiot. I know I shouldn't let his words get to me, but I can't help it. How can he just start talking about me like that, he doesn't even know me! It really pisses me off and hurts me all at the same time.
I walk into my room and shut the door behind me with a sigh. I can hear people outside so I walk over to the window and look out. Ben and Chris are wrestling on the ground while Eric, Chester and Justin stand a few feet away laughing at the two. I let out a sigh and walk over to my bed. I will never fit in with these guys, they seem so much different from me. They are so carefree while I am tense and tend to stay more to myself. They are very loud and sociable while I am shy and quiet. They like to party and go out on the town while I like to stay in my room or got to Starbucks and draw. I also go to the park a lot. We are like oil and water, we don't mix.
I sigh again as I turn away from the window and sit down on my bed. I pull out my sketch book and begin drawing. When I draw it almost takes me to another place, that is what it feels like anyway. It is like the world fades away and all I can see or focus on is the drawing. I usually draw when I want to escape whether it be the drama in my life, my parents, people at school or my life in general. It is the only thing in my life that keeps me from slitting my wrists and ending it all. In a way I need my art, it is the only thing I have.
A/N: Well there is the first chapter... so what did you think? Good? Bad? Should I even bother with continuing it? I'm very interested in knowing what you thought so please leave me a review :)