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Teenage Angst	By : Lycan_Cub Category: G through L > Law & Order Views: 1059 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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'Beep, beep, beep.' The fist came at the unsuspecting alarm clock. The snooze button was successfully hit in one try and would not be subjected to its normal abuse.
A groan echoed through the room. "Five o'clock. I'm going to kill someone."
He heard pounding on the door. "Up now, Elliot!"
Another groan sounded and then the shuffling of sheets.
"You have to be kidding me," Elliot grumbled all the way to the bathroom.
His father was pissed at him for being suspended off the football team for a month and benched for the rest of the season.
Elliot didn't care that he didn't get to finish the season.
He was mad because Eric wasn't suspended even though he tried to break George's nose.
Trying to tell his father that he was trying to protect one of Olivia's friends (spur of the moment lie), was somewhat of a fruitless effort but it let him keep the truck.
"Are you ready yet?" Elliot rolled his eyes as he pulled on a pair of sweatpants and grabbed a t-shirt.
"Almost!" He was going to run 10 laps every morning for a month.
What kind of punishment is that, John had asked. He quickly went out the door of his room to find his father standing there.
"It's about time. Now go get in the car." Elliot stuffed his hands in his pocket and walked down the stairs.

The pain he felt as he walked up the stairs was unbearable. I hate that man, he thought as he finally made it to the top.
He walked into his room, closed the door, and locked it. The alarm clock went off again signaling the time he should have woken up.
"Its six thirty already." I really do hate him, he thought as he pulled off his sweat soaked t-shirt and his sweatpants.
The shower felt nice and it relaxed some of his tense muscles. He knew he was going to have to soak in the tub when got home to get rid of the pain in his legs.
Soon he stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before walking back into his room.
Looking through his drawer he found a pair of black jeans and a black short sleeve button up shirt.
Looking through another one he found a white long sleeve shirt.
He smiled as he thought about how Olivia was going to jump on him about always wearing dark colored clothes.
While pulling on a pair of boxers, his cell phone rang. He grabbed it off of his dresser.
"Hello."
"Elliot I heard you got in trouble."
"I'm fine Liv. I just have to run ten laps every morning for a month."
"You didn't get the truck taken away, right?" Olivia asked.
"No. Why?" Elliot said as he pulled on his jeans.
"Remember we're going out because none of us did anything over the summer together."
Elliot looked confused for a second.
"How could you forget?" Olivia scoled.
"Oh yeah, now I remember. I don't know if I can," he said while he buttoned his jeans.
"Well we could wait if you can't. We could always go out another day."
"I'll see if I can but I think I should be able to. I mean he didn't say I couldn't do anything like go places and he let me keep the truck. Push comes to shove I'll ask my mom."
"Alright El, I'll see you at school."
"Bye Liv." Elliot closed the phone and grabbed his long sleeve shirt.
It was already seven and he needed to hurry. He grabbed his backpack and was quickly out of the room. He hopped down the steps two at a time.
"Bye," he yelled as he went out the door.
Pulling the car keys from his pocket he, hopped into the truck. He started the truck and pulled off from the curb.

He parked the truck and grabbed his backpack. John and Fin were waiting for him.
"How was laps Rocky?"
"I'm not exactly in the mood John," Elliot said, half amused and half serious. John held his hands up and backed away.
"So your dad has you running laps?" Fin asked. Elliot nodded.
"That's brutally man."
Elliot shrugged. "You know how my dad can get. Are we supposed to be going out this weekend?"
John and Fin looked at him. "You forgot didn't you?"
Elliot nodded. "All I remember is Casey calling me and she kept talking. Then Olivia called and talked some more. Why do girls talk so much?"
John snickered.
"So are we still going because I don't think I can take another weekend with my mother nagging me," John said.
"Yeah we'll go. I'll see you two later." Elliot said as he walked down the opposite hallway.
He didn't feel like going to his locker and then being late for his first class. Science in the morning wasn't the greatest thing in the world but it was better than math.
Elliot looked down the hall to see George walking into a classroom. He was surprised when some of the football team went in after and some other seniors.
He was confused. George was a junior just like him.
He was going to have to ask him about it next period in US History.
"Elliot!" Elliot rolled his eyes and went into the classroom.

"Hey, Rocky, hurry up. We might get locked out of the classroom again," John yelled down the hall.
"Last time was your fault," Elliot yelled back, as he dodged other kids while jogging down the hall.
They both made it into the class on time. Since they normally sat anywhere they wanted, Elliot walked to the back of the classroom.
Elliot sat down next to George. George looked up. Elliot cringed at the bruise on his cheek.
"I didn't know he hit you twice. I would have hit him harder."
George nodded. "Only twice. You tackled him before he could do anything else."
Elliot smiled. "Well you owe me, Huang. I am suspended off the football team for a month. My punishment is to run ten laps every morning for a month, courtesy of my father."
George looked at him in surprised and then smiled. "Well I guess I can figure out some way to repay you."
Elliot opened his mouth to speak but was cut off. "Elliot, stop talking to George."
He sunk down in his chair as everyone turned to look at him. A mischievous smile spread across his face. "That can be arranged," he whispered to George.
He began to take notes remembering that he was supposed to ask George about his classes but opening his mouth again might mean being kick out of the class again.

The bell rang and Elliot was happy to be out of the classroom. Double period was not for him but he had to take the advanced course. Luckily, history was his best subject. It wasn't hard but he felt it wasn't worth two periods.
He said goodbye to John and stared at George as he walked down the opposite hall. He shook his head and headed to the gym.
The locker room was full and he squeezed past a couple of boys to get to his locker. Quickly he did the combination for his lock. He kicked the locker in its corner and then again in the center.
It popped open and he pulled out his gym clothes.
His legs were still sore from running the laps but he wasn't going to skirt off gym because of it. He pulled off his shirts quickly and put on his gym shirt.
The locker room was starting to empty out but Elliot was in no hurry. He put his backpack in the locker and then his shirts. He then stepped out of his pants. They were folded in half and placed on top of the shirts. He pulled on his shorts and closed the locker. He slipped his sneakers on and made his way to the gym.
It didn't surprise him that he was last out of the locker room. He was always the last out but the first out after gym was over.
He saw Casey and Olivia doing jumping jacks. He ran over and started to do them behind the two.
"Hi," he said, startling both girls.
"Hey Elliot," Olivia said.
"I heard you got suspended off the football team," Casey said.
"Word travels fast around here." Olivia looked slightly sheepish knowing the comment was directed at her.
"Did you ever take into consideration the consequences of your actions, Elliot?" Elliot sighed as they stopped jumping and started to stretch.
"Even if I would have, I would still do the same thing. Nobody messes with Huang unless it's me." Olivia rolled her eyes at him shot him an exasperated look.
"Don't look at me like that. I don't try to physically hurt him. That was what Eric tried to do. Huang and me just annoy, slander, and anger each other." This time Casey rolled her eyes.
"Boys," she mumbled. Elliot ignored her.
"We're going out on Saturday." Olivia smiled.
"Really? Did you ask your dad?" Elliot shook his head.
"I go out Saturday anyway. I'm going to tell my mom I'm going and she'll try to keep my dad preoccupied."
"So John, Fin, Casey, you, and me should be enough, right?"
"That's an odd number," Casey pointed out. Olivia looked slightly puzzled.
"We can invite George," she said, turning to look at Elliot. Elliot shot her a look that said 'you're kidding, right?'
"We need one more person, El."
"It's been odd for two years now and now we need to make it even. Not doing it." Olivia sighed.
"Whatever, Elliot. It would be a lot more fun with six people. What are we going to do anyway?"
Elliot gave a small shrug. "Well we could go to the park or to the mall. I have to buy some stuff anyway."
"The mall would be good. We can all just hang out all day in the mall and then maybe the park if we have enough time," Olivia suggested.
Elliot nodded. "It's a good idea."
"Now you can ask George to come with us."
Elliot watched her walk away with Casey. Elliot turned and smiled.
That was easy, he thought. He knew someone was going to bring it up. Ever since Olivia reminded him in morning, he had been trying to figure out a way to ask George to go with them. Now that Olivia suggested that he invite him, it would be easier.
His mind wandered to what George would look like without his dress clothes on. He knew just from some of the shirts the shorter boy wore, he had a nice body but what would a t-shirt look like on him. He'd probably look even better, he thought as he slipped further into his thoughts.
A volleyball seemed to appear from thin air and hit him on the head and he fell on the floor.
"Sorry Elliot," he glared at Olivia, not sure if it was purposely done just to get him to reconsider.
"That's okay," he said throwing it back to her and getting off the floor.
"I want to play," Elliot said, an evil grin forming.

Elliot was so happy it was lunch but he was considering not going because there would be an angry Olivia waiting for him.
He walked to his locker, with John and Fin towing behind and arguing. He stopped when he saw the locker next his. A white piece of paper was taped to it.
In black marker were the words 'The fag's locker.'
"That's George's locker," Fin said. Elliot moved to tear it down.
"Don't."
He turned around to see George.
"What do you mean?" Elliot looked at him like he was crazy. George came up and ripped it off himself.
"That's why," George said quietly as he opened the locker and threw the paper in.
He then slammed it closed. George hung his head and started to walk away.
"I'll meet you two at lunch." Elliot said, going after him.
Elliot moved as quickly as he could through the crowd but he knew George would be able to move quicker. He saw George go through the school's back door and he ran after him.
"George!"
"Go away, Elliot." Elliot grabbed George by the arm.
George pulled away. "Come out here to make fun of me?"
Elliot was taken aback by the hostile tone. "No. Why would you think that? I came to see if you were okay."
"I'm fine," George said calmly.
This made Elliot annoyed. "You always do that. I know you're angry."
Elliot paused for a second and then his jaw clenched. "I'm going to kill Eric. Is that why he tried to beat you up yesterday?"
George shook his head. "Not really. I have some senior classes so I'm stuck with the football team in some of them. He's been after me all last year and this one too about helping them because they were slipping in their grades. I told them no. This isn't the first time I had to deal with them and it's definitely not my last."
Elliot looked at him in surprise. "Didn't you tell someone?"
George shook his head. "What's the point? They're the jocks. The thing is Eric only slipped notes into my locker. He never did that before. Now the whole school knows."
Elliot was pissed. He never realized that Eric was targeting George.
"I'm driving you home today."
"You don't have -"
"I want to." George was surprised by the intense look that Elliot gave him.
"We should get back into the school." Elliot smiled slightly and walked back to the door. He pulled and the door opened.
"Come on." George shook his head and walked through the door.
"So you're gay," Elliot said quietly. George nodded his head.
"How did Eric find out?"
"I was talking to a boy from my apartment building in the locker room that I thought was empty. We weren't speaking in English so Eric couldn't tell from our conversation. He kissed me. I didn't freak out because I knew he liked me. I told him I didn't like him that way and gave him a kiss on the cheek telling him we could still be friends."
George paused for a second and looked at Elliot. Elliot was looking at him, listening.
"I heard a noise and I told him to go. Luckily I was the one in full view and not him. Eric only saw my face."
Elliot nodded his head. "Don't worry. Eric's a dead man before he graduates."
George stopped and stared at Elliot. "I've already gotten you into enough trouble. Don't do anything else, Elliot." Elliot threw him a devil-may-care smile but nodded.
"Fine," he said, a little put out. Then his stomach growled. George smiled slightly.
"Do you have lunch right now?"
"Yeah." George started to walk towards the lunchroom.
"Where are you going? You don't have lunch."
"Yes I do. I just like to go to the library."
"What about when the library is closed?"
"I go to a teacher's classroom and ask if I could stay. What else do you think I do?" Elliot shrugged.
George shook his head and continued to walk. Elliot smiled a little and followed.
"We saved you some lunch Rocky," John said, pushing the tray to Elliot. George sat down next to him and looked at the contents. Elliot split the sandwich on the tray in half.
"What's on this thing?"
"Turkey, American cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes," Fin answered.
"Do you want half?" Elliot asked George.
"Yes." Elliot handed him a half.
"Let's see milk and juice. I'll take the milk. You can have the juice." Elliot put the juice in front of George.
George looked at his half the sandwich before taking off the bread and removing the tomato slice. At the exact same time Elliot did the same thing.
The other three stared at them in amazement. Elliot bit down on the sandwich and shifted uncomfortably as three pairs of eyes watched.
"I'm trying to eat," Elliot said, looking at the three. George's eyebrow rose as he looked at them and then looked at the tray.
"So how did everything go?" John asked. Elliot glared at him.
"Everything is fine," George said, drinking the juice. He knew Elliot was likely to say something rude if he didn't beat him to it.
Elliot glanced at him before returning to his sandwich.

"Bye Olivia," Elliot said
"Remember what I said, Elliot." His expression soured and he waved her off.
"Yeah I know." He drove off before she could say anything else.
"She's going to be mad at you," George said.
"She already is." George shook his head and then looked out the window. Elliot glanced over at him.
"Are you doing anything Saturday, George?" The shorter boy shook his head.
"No. Why do you ask?" Elliot cleared his throat and gripped the steering wheel tighter.
"Well we're going to the mall on Saturday. I thought you would like to come." George eyed him.
"Are you asking me because you want me to go," he said, putting an emphasis on the 'you'. Elliot pulled up to his building.
"Yes I would like you to go and Olivia might have suggested it." George gave him a look that said 'I don't believe you.' Elliot rolled his eyes.
"Yes. I would really like you to go." George sat there thinking for a second. Elliot was becoming more nervous.
"Well you don't have to-" Elliot started unsure of what George would say.
"I'll come." George said quickly.
Elliot smiled and dug in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper."Do you have a pen?"
George took one from his pocket. Elliot took it and wrote down some numbers.
"This is my cell phone number. Call me on Saturday. I'm going to be up about nine." Elliot said holding the paper out to George.
George took the paper."Thank you."
"No problem."
George got out of the truck."I'll see you tomorrow, Elliot."
"Bye, George." Elliot put the truck into drive as he smiled. He couldn't wait for Saturday to come.
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