Cruel World (NAJ pj x fresh/paperfresh)

Chapter 10 - Parent Troubles

Hiya! Fresh's past will finally be explained, a little in this one and a lot more in the next.

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PJ POV

I slowly woke up as an alarm went off. I heard a groan next to me, and I opened my eyes. I was hugging Fresh! "Gah!" I shouted, I released him and fell off the bed. Fresh looked over the side, worried.

"You alright?" He asked, he seemed completely oblivious that I had my shirt off and was hugging him. I blushed madly as I noticed that he was also shirtless.

"Y-Yeah, but why are you in my room?" I asked nervously, I got up and so did Fresh. There was very poor lighting.

"Don't you mean my room?" Fresh corrected and he pulled up the shades. I froze, how the hell did I get here? He turned around and started to laugh, "You should see your face!" 

"How did I-" I paused as I inspected Fresh, he had cracks all along his rib cage! "How did you get those scars?!" I screamed and pointed, and I ran over.

"O-Oh!" Fresh said, now he was nervous. As I looked at him more and more I saw knife marks. "Just, uh..." Fresh sighed, "I got them in the streets, just bullies and idiots." 

I paused for a moment while he got his shirt on, and shouted, "And you never told anyone?!" Fresh just shook his head. "Not even Cray knows about this?"

"No, Cray knows. He just can't get rid of scars." Fresh said simply, he threw my shirt at me and I caught it. I put it on and saw something before Fresh buttoned his shirt up.

A bullet wound.

"You have a bullet wound?!" I screamed.

He paused for a moment, "Yeah, got the darn thing months ago, still a little sore." Fresh just shrugged and went out the door.

"How are you calm about that?" I asked. "People don't normally say, 'Oh yeah, by the way I got shot a few months ago!" Fresh just turned back to me and shrugged again. This was getting infuriating.

"You might wanna call your parents, they'll be worried." Fresh said as he threw my phone. I caught it and grumbled, he's avoiding the question. "I'll get you some scrambled eggs while you call 'em." He knows how to cook? I turned it on and called Ink, this was gonna be difficult to explain.

"WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!?!" Ink shouted the moment he picked up, I distanced the phone a little from my ear, and I heard Fresh chuckle in the kitchen. 

"I'm at a friend's." I said cautiously.

"Well why didn't you call?" Ink sounded really mad, but at least he wasn't shouting anymore.

"It was really late, didn't want to wake anyone up." I explained.

Ink sighed, "You're lucky you woke up before we left." I looked at the clock, 5 am?! "We'll come to you with your stuff, where are you?"

"Uh just a sec." I covered up the phone. "Where-"

"----- ----- Avenue, ----." Fresh cut me off with the answer to my question. (make up an address)

I repeated the address to Ink, "Okay, we'll be there in 15, we'll take you and your friend to school." Ink hung up and I walked into the kitchen and was met with a small plate of scrambled eggs.

"It isn't much," Fresh said as I sat down and he joined me, "but it's enough to get you started."

I had completely forgotten to ask this earlier, "Did anything happen last night?"

He cocked his head and finished up his plate, "What do you mean?"

I felt my face start to heat up, "Did we do 'it'?"

Fresh started to laugh, "As if!" He paused to think for a moment. "You did kiss me again and you bit me, but other than that nothing happened."

I calmed down a little, and looked around. This house was pretty sweet, it was kinda small though. "Where's Cray?" I finished up my eggs and Fresh took my plate and put it in the sink.

"He stayed at a friend's house, and you're lucky he did." I raised an eyebrow. "If not, I'm pretty sure that he would've objected to me bringing a drunk PJ in the house." Fresh chuckled.

"I was drunk?!" That explains why I couldn't remember what happened.

"Just a little." Fresh threw over his shoulder as he went up stairs. I waited for a moment and he came back down with all of his stuff for school. "Weren't your parents gonna come here?" I checked the time and nodded, we had about three minutes before they came, and he led the way out of the house.

Fresh POV

We waited outside my house, waiting for PJ's parents. It didn't take long for them to come, I nearly gasped in shock. It was Coach Error and Mr.Ink! PJ waved and we walked up to the car

The moment we both got in Mr. Ink turned around in his seat and started to talk to us. "Hey Fresh!"

I smiled, "Hi Mr. Ink!"

Mr. Ink chuckled, "Just call me Ink, okay?" I nodded and Ink's attention shifted to PJ. "So, you made friends with my prized student?" I blushed a little at the 'prized student' part, but PJ just nodded. "Well, I actually want to talk to you Fresh." I perked up, what was it? "There's talk about you standing up to Bunny, and well..." Ink trailed off.

Error sighed, "THeRe's tALk ThAt sHe CAlLed yoU A fAtHErLEss fReAk." Ink punched him in the shoulder. "I DOn't bEaT ARouNd tHe bUSh, OkAy?"

Ink just sighed and picked up were Error left off, "And we wanted to know if you don't have a father."

I just shrugged, "I don't, and I couldn't care less." Ink looked completely surprised, and Error glitched out a little more. "He left me and my bro after we were born, so in my opinion, he was a jerk."

"Well, um," Ink looked surprised and a little sad, "what about your mom? We heard that Bunny insulted her too."

"She tried." I muttered under my breath, but I returned to the conversation. "My mom died a year ago." Ink looked very surprised, they all did. "But me and my bro make do." I internally cringed at the lie about my mother, she died when I was five, not 14. 

"Yea, and now you work." PJ accused, Ink looked back at me with total surprise, Error glitched even more. "And you get into run-ins with people on the streets with guns, and you even got shot!" PJ looked mad.

"Okay, for the record, the gun thing was because of a mugger and that was months ago." I retaliated.

"You've gotten into fights?!" Ink squeaked, I turned back to him, I forgot that he was there.

"And got shot." PJ added, and I glared at him.

"Months ago." I added with anger in my voice. "I'm fine now, it just feels a little sore sometimes."

"Why didn't you tell anybody!" PJ shouted.

I gave an exasperated sigh, "It never impedes me. And besides, that wasn't the first time! I'm used to people trying to shoot me by now!" They all stared at me and I face planted myself.

"The first time?!" Ink squeaked. Nice going Fresh! "You've gotten used to it?!" I just kept on mentally punching myself for being dumb.

"HoW mAnY TImeS?" Error asked.

I mentally counted and was a little shocked myself at how many times I had. But I had to tone it down for them, "At least ten." I whispered. They all gasped in shock and worry.

"At least?!?!?!" PJ shouted, I winced slightly at his volume. The rest of the car ride was driven in silence.

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Word count: 1283

Yeah, so Fresh has a few secrets, and in the next chapter everyone finds out most of his backstory! Anyway, this loving cool cat's gone!

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