The New Boy

Chapter 8

"A club?" Dylan said, sitting on the edge of my bed whilst I continued to search for a clean shirt.

"Yes a club" I answered stressfully.

"Don't you have to get a fake ID for that?" He laughed. I dug through my wallet and pulled out a white card with a younger, more arrogant version of me in the picture.

"Yeah..." I said, looking down at the photo. I remember how Katherine convinced me to get myself one in freshman year just after we got together... She loved the clubs and the drinks, it made her wilder than she already was.

"So where did you used to go to school?" He asked.

I looked at him for a moment, I wasn't sure what to answer. "Whittemore High..."

"I know that school! It's like a couple of hours drive from here isn't it?"

"Yeah..." I replied, finally pulling out a clean red t shirt.

"We got beaten so bad by them last year"

I snapped in his direction, "what?"

"We play them... In lacrosse... The sport that we play... In sch-"

"I know!" I barked. Dylan tensed up a bit and shifted away.

"Are you okay?" He said slowly.

"Yeah... Yeah, I'm fine, I just had a few issues with that school"

"What kind of-" Dylan started but he was cut off by the sound of the doorbell. "I thought you were picking Allison up?"

"So did I..." I mumbled, walking out of my room and down the stairs to the front door. I didn't want to open it, I wasn't sure why, it was just a bad feeling in my stomach. The doorbell rang again and I opened it quickly.

"Scott Adams" smiled Ben Charleston as he looked me up and down.

"Ben..." I stuttered.

"Katherine sent me, I thought I saw you at a party and, well, what Katherine wants, Katherine gets" he smirked.

"I really don't have time for this" I growled. I never liked Ben, mainly because he liked Katherine but also because he knew everything about everyone.

"What? Are you going on a date? Of course you are, the girls at your new school are very talkative. They say you're the most amazing lacrosse player they'd ever seen... But we knew that already didn't we?"

"Just lea-"

He held up his hand, "you might of been the King when you had Kat but out here, you're a nobody..."

"Why do you care? You'd want me gone more than anyone" I asked.

"Like I said, what Katherine wants, Katherine gets. I'd hate to break the news that you've found someone else, she'd have to eat the poor girl alive" he explained.

"Don't tell her about Allison, please"

"Who are you?" He laughed, I turned to see Dylan watching us with a confused look on his face.

"I'm Dylan... A friend of Scott" he said looking at me.

"Aw, did you make a friend Adams? How sweet... I didn't know you liked having any" he hissed.

"Hey! Who the hell are you?" Replied Dylan angrily.

"Oh, I'm Ben, and I was just coming by to say good luck on your date Scott" he eyed me, "I have to make a phone call to a certain old flame of yours... Bye now" he turned away, shoving his hands into his jacket pocket and strolling off, whistling to himself.

"Do you know him?" Dylan asked, raising an eyebrow curiously.

"Yes Dylan... I know him" I muttered, grabbing my coat.

"Is he bad news?" Dylan said as he walked past me and unlocked his jeep as I unlocked mine. I had to stop for a moment and properly digest the situation.

"Yeah... He's bad news"