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CHAPTER 8 - 2nd Ending

This chapter is the second ending to where Kevin asked for Eddy's help to get with Nazz. No more explainations needed :3

I DO NOT OWN "Ed Edd n Eddy" !!! I wish I did though...

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{Why should I?” Kevin looked up, surprised. “Huh?” By this time, all of the others had come towards us to see what was taking so long. But I paid them no mind.

“Why should I help you?” I asked him. “Because we’re friends-” “Friends? Take a moment to think back before I moved. Think of all the things you have done to me. Do ‘friends’ make other ‘friends’ lives miserable? SO why should I help you?” I snapped. I clenched my fists at my sides. Kevin had a guilty look on his face. “Have you ever stopped to think why I may have scammed you guys like that? Maybe because I fucking hated everyone for how they treated me. Maybe I wanted revenge. Maybe I wanted to prove to someone, anyone, that I wasn’t fucking worthless. Everyone thought I was. My parents. My brother. All of you guys.” I felt tears brimming in my eyes. I blinked them away and continued to glare at everyone. “I just wanted to do something successful with my life. I was trying to impress you the only way I knew how. And everyone just shoved it back in my face.” Tears were actually falling by now. But I didn’t care. “I know now that I was a fucked up kid. But I could have been worse. I could have been like my brother, by actually hurting people.” I Thought back to the scam I did when I had to run away to my brothers. “The only times I’ve hurt people were little scrapes and cuts. He actually sent people to the hospital. For all I know he could be a fucking murderer. I could have been like him. After I went to California and learned what was actually right and wrong, I found out I actually had talent. That I actually had a fucking chance to do something with my life. I had a chance. Key word here: had. This talent scout in LA. He saw one of my drawings. He thought I was really good. He was going to take me to a professional art show. The day the art show came. My father called them. He fucked everything up for me. They ended up taking my drawing out of the art show. Then my mom told me he finally went over the edge. We had to move back here. I could have been an artist. I could have been something. But no. God forbid can something fucking work out for me. I’m back at square one. No one knows who I am. Oh, wait. That’s not true. Everyone who went to the art show in LA thinks i’m some emo little boy who tried to play in the big leagues and got shut down. One of the artists there actually told me that’s what I was. Like, what the fuck?” I wiped my eyes furiously. I glared at everyone. “The only ones who gave a fuck about me, and still do, are Ed and Double D. They are the only two. And now. After everything you have done to me. You come here, ask me to help you score with the girl who was everything I wanted when I was little. The girl who I thought I had a chance with. The only girl I wanted. Hey, guess what Nazz? Kevin asked me to help you two hook up.” Nazz’s eyes widened as she looked at Kevin. “But, hey. I’m not that love-sick little boy anymore. I grew up. I met a new girl. And just like that, Nazz was the last thing on my mind. Although, all of those things that happened with Nazz came rushing back relatively quick. Because, guess what, she treated me the same way she did. The flirty glances. The whole suggestive nature that made me think she liked me. But it turns out, she was just using me to make her boyfriend jealous.” I felt my heart throb at remembering what happened with Callie. “I genuinely thought she liked me… But I was wrong. I should have known. But I’m not letting that happen this time. Nazz. Kevin. You belong together. You’re both self-centered. You’re perfect for each other.” I spat at their feet and turned around. I walked to my door and I heard someone call my name. “Fuck you. Fuck all of you!” I screamed and ran into my room. I locked the door behind me and leaned against it. I slid down to the ground and, since my window was open, I heard the others’ conversation.

“Guys. Let’s just leave him alone. We will only make the situation worse by trying to get him to talk to us. Let’s just go.” I heard everyone shuffle away from my home. I closed my eyes and silently cursed myself for being such an asshole to them. They didn’t deserve that…}

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Alright! That's the second ending! Now, this is important. Should I continue with the story? And if yes, which ending should I continue off of? Should I use the first one? Or should I use the one I just typed up where Eddy is a dick and does the whole pity party thing? YOU DECIDE!! :3

Mmkay. Bai