"All Mine." - A Chucky Fanfiction

☆ CH.3 - The Cross ☆

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!

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☆ D E V O N ' S P O V ☆

- Monday Afternoon -

I watched as Jake got up and left. My heart ached to see him walk away.

Jake...

I thought about getting up and chasing after him, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

I continued eating, but then Junior walked over.

"What was that about?" He sat where Jake was previously sitting. "Nothing. Don't worry about it." He gave me a strange look.

"Devon..."

"What."

"We're best friends. We tell each other everything. It's totally fine if you don't wanna tell me what you guys went, but I just wanna know about Jake. Is he okay? Did he break down?" Junior asked.

He confused me. A lot.

"I thought you hated him..."

"I act that way...but I love him like he's my brother. My Dad...he makes me so mad, so I started taking it out on Jake. I-I know it's a bad thing... but...I don't know any other way to... deal with my anger.

"Wha- I- Hold on." I thought for a minute, "Okay how about I help you?

"How so?"

"You could vent to me, get it all out. I'll help you channel your anger, and fix your relationship with Jake." I smiled.

"Really? You know how to do that? Thank you so much Devon. This means a lot."

We got up and hugged. The bell rang,

"Wanna come over today?" My eyes lit up, knowing my pretty boy lives there now. (i cringed writing that.💀)

"Sure thing. I gotta go, bye Junior." We went our separate ways, to our next period.

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I got my books from my locker, and I walked to Maths. This is one of my few classes with Jake, I hope he shows up. I sat next to where he usually sits. I really wanna talk to him.

15 minutes in, He didn't show up. I started to get worried.

What if he's doing this to avoid me?

My thoughts were interrupted by Oliver being excused to go to the bathroom, I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him.

I fucking hate that Oliver bullies Jake. I hate how Junior bullies Jake, but he has a reason. Oliver? He doesn't. It makes me so mad. Why can't he just leave him alone?

"Mr. Evans!" I was snapped out of my trance, realizing the teacher was standing right in front of me.

"What?!" I covered my mouth, "I-I'm so sorry Ma'am. That was very rude of me." I started twirling a thread on my sweater.

"Uh huh. Yeah. Detention after school," She walked back up to the white board, "Would you care to answer number 19? Mr. Evans?"

"It's 2,403. Ma'am." Her expression changed, she must've thought I would've gotten it wrong.

Jake walked in the classroom, he looked...upset and empty...with a hint of...bewilderment?

"Ah Mr. Wheeler. So glad you could finally join us." She said sarcastically,

"Shut the fuck up." Jake walked to the back of the classroom, where I was sitting and sat next to me.

"Well, it looks like you and Mr. Evans have something in common, disrespect. Detention after school." He kinda tensed when he heard my last name, but it's whatever.