Streets Of Paper(BxB)

Chapter 2: Back Stabber

Two days passed, and Oliver walked down the hallway... today was the 'show and tell day' as he liked to call it. The teachers had assigned the students to bring something they were emotionally attached to, to school. To show how each person was different in their own way and what they loved. Of course... Oliver just brought a picture of his mother... he wasn't emotionally attached to objects. He found it completely useless, though of course, that was just his opinion. Drake had brought some stupid medals he had won in races, Akihiko just brought his headphones, and Kyle brought... an unloaded gun. Yes, it was supervised, so he couldn't use it. The kid practiced shooting. Going on summer hunting trips with his mother... that woman was scary... especially with a gun. But luckily she was sane. Oliver sometimes went along with Kyle and he's been taught how to use a gun as well, so far he knows how to use rifles and handguns. It was really cool. But once, when they went on a hunting trip, Kyle joked about hunting down and shooting a wild Cunt-ass, though even if it would be kind of funny to most, Oliver just glared at him and scolded him for that; because even if he liked torturing Chester, he would never do that. The kid at LEAST deserved to live... Oliver was a bully and a jerk, but not a lunatic. Even pissed off, he still wouldn't use a gun on a human being. Ever.

 BUT speaking of which, he was glad he had been patient, because today is the day he will have his revenge. Oliver smirked, wondering what Chester will bring to school today...

 A true warrior is patient, and doesn't attack the body or mind... but attacks the heart. Hehehehe... anime and comics can sometimes be useful. Because most of the time, the bad guys use that technique... and often succeed in traumatizing the victim.

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 "…what… is THAT?" Roderick pointed to a grey vase-looking container in Chester’s hands. It had a red ribbon wrapped around it, and on the bottom, it had some words carved into it: 'Uranus, R.I.P; 2007'

"It’s my faithful canine companion." The brunet replied with a smile, walking down the hallway and towards his class room side by side with the other boy. "…so… your dog's ashes?"

"...Ashes is not the correct term. Remainings… I don’t like using that word when he is present, ok? He gets easily offended. So be more discrete, please." Roderick just rolled his eyes and shrugged, spinning on his heel and turning full bodily to Chester, "I have to go. Good luck with your project then. See you at lunch. Oh and we have a meeting today after school. Classroom B-204."

 "Copied and pasted! So long!" Chester told and nodded, walking pass him to enter his class room, a few kids already gathering and going to their assigned seats. He walked to his front desk and removed the dull backpack from his shoulder, letting it drop on the floor besides him. He refused to let the ashes alone and just kept them resting on his lap while he stared at the teacher write the date, and pre-assigned homework for the day on the board. While the other teens finished filling the room, he looked straight, blanking out while his mind repeated the little speech he was going to present with his object. Making sure he doesn't forget even one detail.

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The bleach blonde stared boredly as each student represented what they loved... ugh... seriously. Stupid objects... I mean... a teddy bear? How OLD are you people? When Kyle introduced his gun... some kids got kind of intimidated. This made Oliver chuckle, especially at the grin the German had on his face. "Why are you so scared? It's not like I'm going to shoot you... or will I?" Kyle had said and made Drake, Akihiko and Oliver laugh, making the others cringe and the teacher glare. "To your seat, Mister!" Twenty-three minutes passed... and he just looked down boredly at the picture of his mother, softly fiddling with the sheet. Soon he lifted his head when he heard his name being called, "Oliver Gray, you're next!" The bald teacher said, sitting at his desk and writing down the grades. Pushing his round sunglasses up the bridge of his nose, he stood and boredly walked to the front of the teacher's desk, holding up the picture. "My mother." he stated, "she died when I was 7 years old. And all I have left of her are pictures." he stated and lowered it, glancing at the teacher with a look that said, 'Can I sit now?'