The Bad Boy Effect (H2OVanoss) [Completed]

Chapter 9

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I opened the door to my house with my left hand, seeing as my right hand was in serious pain. Guess that's what I get for punching a tree.

"Hey son!" I jumped in surprise at the sound of my dad's voice, who was watching TV in the living room.

"Hey dad, I thought you weren't supposed to be home for a few days?" I replied, setting my bag down and holding my right arm to my chest.

"Oh, we were sweetie. But a few of our meetings got canceled so we decided to come home early and see- oh my, what happened to your hand?" My mom said, emerging from the kitchen. She hurried over to me and grabbed my arm, carefully examining it as she waited for me to answer.

"Um, Craig and I got into a fight at lunch. So I punched him, then I left. But I was still really mad so I punched a tree. Several times." I admitted, looking at my mom for her reaction.

"Oh sweetie, sounds like you had a bad day. I'm about to make lunch if you want some."

"Actually Mom, could you take me to the hospital? I'm pretty sure I broke my hand."

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The next few days, Evan wasn't at school. To Jonathan, it felt very relieving because he didn't have to worry about him, but he saw that it was scaring his friends. Guess he didn't know as much about Evan as he thought.

"Has this happened before?" Jonathan asked Lui as they sat down in first period. The bell hadn't rung yet, but Jonathan could clearly see that Tyler was sat in his usual seat, Evan obviously absent.

Lui shrugged. "He's skipped class before, but I don't know if it was because of a similar situation."

"Yeah, he definitely has skipped class before. Trust me, ever since sixth grade, he's been completely reckless. I'm surprised he went this long without punching one of his friends." Marcel cut in, dropping a few of his notebooks on his desk as he slid into his chair.

"But have his friends ever been this worried about him not being here? I mean, look at Tyler. He's being fidgety." Jonathan said thoughtfully, reaching into his backpack for his notebook and pencil.

It was true, Tyler silently tapped his foot on the ground as well as rapidly drumming his pencil against the desk. Definitely not typical Tyler behavior.

"Pfft, I'm sure his friends just don't want to get their ass beat by him, after all, what else is a reputation good for?"

"What reputation?"

"The reputation of being an absolute dick if you say the wrong thing. Usually he tolerates his friends, but he must have lost it a few days ago." Lui shrugged, just as the bell rang.

Mrs. Daniels waltzed into the room, her clipboard in hand as she skimmed over the sitting students. "Still no Evan?" She asked as she marked something off on her clipboard before placing it back down on her desk. Checking the clock on the wall, she made her way to the center of the front of the classroom, clasping her hands together as she smiled. "Then I suppose we'll just get started."

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"That lesson was so boring." Lui stated as the trio started to pack up their things, seeing as the bell was going to ring in a few minutes.

"I know right, science is such a pain sometimes." Marcel agreed as he zipped up his backpack, slinging it over one of his shoulders as he leaned back in his chair, the bag now being pressed up against it.

The other two nodded as the bell rang, luckily they had just finished cleaning up. They walked out of the classroom behind a group of girls, who were excitedly gossiping about snapchat stories and cute boys, typical teenagers.

"Oh my god, I can't believe you put a snake emoji on your picture with Andy! We're supposed to be snake sisters! I can't believe you betrayed me!" One of the girls, Alex, said to her friend, Crystal, her voice high and shrilly. Jonathan didn't mean to listen in on their conversation, but the girls were being way too loud for him to not hear what they were saying.

Shaking his head, Jonathan returned his attention to his friends, who were waving goodbye as they started to walk in the direction of their next class. "Bye!" Jonathan called as he made his way to second period, still curious about Evan's whereabouts.

There was a substitute for second period, so most of the students were on their phone rather than doing the actual assignment, which wasn't actually worth a grade. Jonathan was sat somewhat near the back of the classroom, where Evan and his friends sat, his friends being Tyler and two other boys which he now knew the names of, Brian and David. He had also learned that they had transferred there from Ireland.

Finally giving up on the worksheet, Jonathan pulled out his phone and started to play games on it. Specifically, Angry Birds. But as he was playing he could hear bits of the conversation Evan's friends were having.

"Have you heard from Evan, Ty?"

"No, he hasn't even texted me. I'm starting to get worried, what if something happened to him?"

"I'm sure he's fine, but what do you think is gonna happen when he gets back?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen him that mad in ages."

"I know, it's scary. Did you see the look in his eyes? He looked like he was ready to kill Craig."

"Craig was being stupid, he knows not to push Evan like that. And he usually stays as far from passing the line as possible, something was seriously wrong with him."

"I know right? Craig had to have had at least half of a beer, that's the only way he could ever even consider doing something like that."

Jonathan had to admit it, he had mixed feelings about Evan. Hell, he barely trusted him at this point, but he knew that people were taking the whole incident and blowing it a bit out of proportion. Even his friends were balancing on the line of gossip, even if it was amongst themselves and they knew Evan.

Jonathan was snapped out his thoughts when he realized that he had poorly judged the birds expected location in his game, causing him to miss the wooden structure by a few feet. Cursing under his breath, Jonathan paused his thought process and tried to calculate a decent, if not perfect, angle in which to shoot the slingshot.

Before he knew it, second period was over. He grabbed his bag, having already shoved his belongings into it, slung it over his right shoulder, tucked his phone into his pocket and walked out the door. He made his way to third period, hoping that it wouldn't be boring like his other two classes. Second period was ok, considering he got to play on his phone, but what ruined it was the conversation he could hear coming from Evan's friends, not even Evan was that loud, and he was Evan.

Jonathan sat in third period with a sigh, glancing at the lessons plans written on the side of the whiteboard. Apparently they were going to take a few notes about the lesson and start on a few worksheets. Sounded pretty mellow, but he was looking forward to it, at least they no longer had to suffer through Pre-Calculus, or was it Calculus? Honestly they were both cruel forms of torture.

Fifteen minutes into class, Jonathan had just finished copying the notes that were on the board into his notebook. He pulled out the worksheets from underneath his green spiral notebook and was about to start on them when he heard the sound of the doorknob turning.

He looked up, as did most of the class, just in time to see Evan walk in.