Puck (Kickstarting My Heart #3) (COMPLETED)

In My Blood

To say I wasn't exactly thrilled to have Chase Parker as my partner for the next two and a half months would be an understatement.

Aside from his mental instability and bad attitude, he had a bad habit of talking over me any time I tried to speak. Not to mention literally every time I sat next to him, every pair of eyes in the room fell on us and everyone started whispering.

The week following our new partnership went smoothly. Our deal to just text the details had been working in both our favors, especially since Jordan was over at my house every night.

Friday morning proofed to be the day my patience was to be tested. Chase was already in the classroom when I walked in, eyes on the ceiling above him. He was so caught up in whatever the hell it was that he was thinking about that he didn't even hear the bell ring.

It was when I sat down with an obnoxiously loud sigh that he jerked suddenly and looked toward me. I breathed in quickly, my eyes widening.

A fresh bruise had formed under his left eye. One that I knew could not possibly be self-inflicted.

"What happened?" I don't even knew why I asked.

He turned away. "I fell. Not a big deal.

I left it at that, knowing no matter how hard I tried to push and pry I wouldn't get an answer.

The room remained silent until Mr. Collins allowed work time. As soon as the volume rose, I opened my notebook and started writing. Within seconds, I stopped.

"Hey, Puck." An annoyingly familiar voice laughed behind me. "What happened? Did your attempt fail again?"

Two ridiculous loud laughs followed the question behind us. I caught Chase clench his jaw so tight a muscle started twitching in it, out of the corner of my eye.

Nick Rollins and Bryce Rolland weren't exactly known for being the best pair. I had them together in three of my classes and they had no respect for anyone around them. On one occasion or another the two class clowns were actually funny, but more times than not they were annoying and disruptive.

"What'd you try this time, man? A gun?" Nick inquired, leaning forward in his chair so the back legs lifted and he was leaning across the desk. "Obviously forgot to pull the trigger man, since you're still here and all."

Chase swallowed hard, obviously biting back a comment. I almost kicked him under the table until he stood up to the boy behind us when I remembered his left leg was the one that was broken.

They fell into another obnoxious fit of laughter. I turned around in my chair and crossed my arms, smiling sarcastically at the two boys.

It was hard to understand why the boys didn't have every girl falling at their feet as Chase did. They were both well built, a bit lanky if anything, and had a nice boy next door look. dark blonde hair, bordering on brown, blue and green eyes, and nice smiles. It was when they opened their mouths, they became the unattractive guys they were.

"As flattered as I am to hear you guys think I can kick a guy's ass, please shut up." I responded.

Brice smirked. "You're seriously defending the loser? He literally had everything; chicks, parties, and was on the team. And what'd he do? Try to kill himself. The kids probably a psychopath too. Be careful, Ronnie, he might try to kill you too."

Almost the exact same words had come out of my best friend's mouth.

Chase cracked his neck, bottom lip curling back in a snarl, jaw still clench painfully tight.

But he still didn't say a word.

I made a gesture with my index finger to the boy behind me. Brice leaned forward so his face was only inches from mine, Nick joining seconds after. "You guys wanna know something?"