Even Though: A StarKid/Joey Richter Fanfic

Chapter 5-Burying The Hatchet

YAY! I FINALLY POSTED A CHAPTER!

Sorry I haven't posted in almost a month...I've just been really busy with summer reading and camp, and couple that with writers' block and you get...no chapters.

But never fear!

Chapter five is here!

Enjoy!

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"Why hello there, Cas." Dylan said to me that Monday morning before first period.

"Hello yourself, Dyl," I replied happily, grabbing my Geometry textbook, "How was your gig Friday night?" Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Darren and his friends in their usual huddle, silently judging everyone who dared to walk past.

"It actually went really well!" he said, his sea foam green eyes lighting up, "I think you might see Jim and the Povolos on a national tour someday."

"As if," I said jokingly. He smiled and I laughed. This was what I loved about Dylan. There was such an easiness in talking to him. Things between us were just so natural. I was having a good moment. But, yet again, one of my least favorite people just had to show up.

"S'up De Luca. Is alright if I rip you away from your boyfriend for two seconds to talk to you?" I rolled my eyes and whipped around, staring at none other than Joey Richter dead in the face. His dark hair was slicked back that day, and he was wearing a striped polo shirt and crisp khakis.

"Two things, Richter," I said, grinding my teeth together, "One, Dylan is not my boyfriend. And two, why don't you just piss off before one of your pea-brained friends catch you talking to a wannabe loser." I felt Dylan grab my arm, as if to hold me back from punching Joey right in his stupid crooked jaw.

"Woah, calm down sunshine," Joey said coolly, wiggling his eyebrows. He turned to face Dylan, who looked irritated, "You wanna give us some space?" Dylan looked as if he was gonna punch Joey in the face.

"I'll talk to you later, Cas," he said to me, obviously fuming. He stalked off, after shooting one final death glare at Joey. I scowled as a smirk spread across Joey's stupid arrogant face.

"What in god's name do you want?!" I said angrily, feeling my temperature rising by the second. Joey looked taken aback by my outburst, his brown eyes startled. I must've looked pretty pissed.

"Look, I'm sorry, but it have to act like this," he said quietly, "It's my persona. If people see me getting soft, I'll lose status. And then all my friends go down with me."

"Is being popular really all you care about?" I said, acting disgusted.

"Well, I know I don't care about it as much as you do," he retorted, shutting me up, "Look Cassie, I get it, you hate us. But anyone with half a brain knows all you want is to be us. Hell, everyone does. You get labelled the second you step in freshman year, and it sticks with you until graduation. I can see why you would want to change your image. Or lack thereof."

"You know, Joey, I may be invisible, but at least I'm not a pretentious douche," I sneered. I thought Joey would just yell back at me, or at least have a look of shock fall across his face, but instead he just laughed. Which only infuriated me even more.

"You know, I really admire your ambition, kid," he said, that dumb grin still on his face, "But I didn't come over here to crush your dreams of popularity. No, I actually have a proposition for you." I crossed my arms across my chest and narrowed my eyes.