The New Boy

Chapter 31

So this chapter will be a little different. Usually everything is from Scott's POV but I needed to get the story moving along quicker. So this will be in Allison's perspective. Thanks for waiting so long for this and being so patient, everything's just been hectic for me lately. Love you all and thanks for all the support you give this storyline. 

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Allison's POV 

"He's obviously on some kind of drug right?" Dylan said, taking a large bite into his apple, "That's the only plausible explanation"

Lydia shook her head and turned to me, "No he genuinely just is a psychopath"

"He's not a psychopath" I replied quickly and looked over at Dylan. The bridge of his nose had a deep cut on it and his face was so bruised that he winced when he talked to much, "Katherine and Derek are fucking with his head. Nothing more" 

"Well he's gonna get himself arrested if we don't fix him, two punches and I was out like a light bulb. Imagine what he could do to a cop" Dylan shivered at the thought of it, "And so far the only person I know that has any idea what's going on is Scott's father"

"Why aren't we talking to his dad then?" Lydia asked, pulling out her phone as if he'd magically be found in her contact list, "He's the only one who isn't totally insane"

"Tried it" Dylan shrugged, "He's barely seen Scott in a week, he just comes home late and goes to school early"

"Bet you its so he can see Katherine" Lydia added and gave me a look, I flashed her a deadly stare and she backed off instantly.

"Did you hear him though?" Dylan continued, "I didn't cause.. Well y'know I was getting the shit beaten out of me, but he did say 'I love you' to Allison and we can't ignore that"

"He's got serious problems Dylan!" Lydia argued, "He needs a therapist or something, maybe a straight jacket"

Dylan raised his eyebrow and took another silent bite from his apple as I glared at my best friend. Why was she even here? She hardly knew anything about Scott, not the real Scott. I opened my mouth to speak but Dylan slammed his hand down on the table with a thud.

"Therapist!" He exclaimed quickly, "A therapist!"

"Yeah well done" Lydia rolled her eyes, "You don't need one too do you?"

"You don't get it, Scott had a therapist, some guy..." He thought quietly, "Scott told me about him, he was a real obsessive apparently. Scott was basically a test subject"

"Scott told you all this?" I asked, feeling immediately left out of the loop. 

"Duh, he's my boy"

"He beat you" Lydia pointed out.

"So? It's reversible" Dylan shrugged, "If we find his therapist we'll know exactly what's wrong with him"

I sighed and shook my head, "And where would we find him? He could be anyone"

"He'll be back in Columbus probably, all we need are his details" Dylan pointed out.

"Are you two even listening to yourselves?" Lydia snatched Dylan's apple out of his hand as he widened his mouth for another bite, "You want to stalk Scott's weird shrink and hunt him down to interrogate him even though there is such a thing as patient confidentiality; not to mention it's a huge invasion of Mr Adams' and Scott's privacy, it'll probably break some sort of law and we'd have to get down to Ohio which is like a four hour drive without someone noticing that we've gone"

I caught Dylan's eye for a moment and I noticed the slight glimmer of excitement as he took in what Lydia was explaining. 

"Ben Charleston" Dylan said.

"He was at my party, a friend of Vernon Boyd's" Lydia answered.

"He showed up at Scott's place, all high and mighty, and he was at the party the other night when Scott lost it. I swear that creep knows everything so he could tell us about Scott"

"He'll just go straight to Katherine and Derek as soon as we ask" 

"Not if we tie him up" Dylan shrugged, "Or knock him out or something?"

"I swear your only aim in life is to go to jail" I raised my eyebrow at him, "But you're still right, if we're gonna figure this out Ben is our best bet"

"Let's do this then!" 

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Scott's POV

"Why are we doing this?" I rolled my eyes as Derek slammed shut the door of his truck, "We aren't in middle school anymore"

"I need my fix bro" he patted my shoulder.

"And you'll get that from beating up some loser who gave you a bad vibe in French class?" 

"Duh, I feel drained and I haven't had decent sex in like two days, I need something to pump up my energy y'know? Like you did with that Smith boy, Dylan, wasn't it?" 

"That was different" I sighed, watching him text rapidly, twitching from the line of coke he'd snorted off the dashboard on the way.

"Let's see, you beat the crap outta him, you weren't exactly doing much to stop me doing anything to that pretty ginger girl, I think you even enjoyed it for a moment no matter how much you hate admitting it" he smirked, "Too bad you lost that chick though, she had some stuff to offer I guess"

"I shouldn't have met her in the first place" I grumbled.

"Exactly, but it hardly matters, your back where you belong now. It's you, me and Kit Kat. Always has and will be" he explained and stuck a cigarette between his lips.

"I think I fell in love with h-"

"Don't fall down that rabbit hole Scotty" he silenced me instantly, "You didn't love her, she was acid in your veins and all she did was manipulate you into loosing the people who really matter to you, got it?"

"And who really matters to me then?" 

"Me and Kat. Just us" he flicked on his lighter and I looked at the ground as we wondered up the unfamiliar porch. 

I rang the door bell and curled my hands into fists, glancing over at my best friend, my brother. 

For a second I could've sworn he was Dylan. 

"Let's do this"

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I hoped you guys liked that and are excited to see what goes down in Columbus between the new team, and is Scott regretting what he's done already? 

Do you guys think he really loved Allison? Or was Derek right?