Hot Chocolate (George Shelley)

Chapter Nine - Outsiders

AUTHORS NOTE:

Hiya guys!

Haha I'm BAAACCCCKKK!! Finally!

Okay so, Germany was...tiring. Very tiring.

So sorry I haven't updated yet, I won't lie to you people, I did have wifi, but it was crap an I lost connection literally every five seconds. Also, I didn't have any time whatsoever to write anything! We were so busy what with the rest of the class running round screaming through the hallways -.-

I hardly got any sleep and I'm so so tired right now. I'll try to update this ASAP.

I'm so so sad about the boys not getting through, but I guess it's okay because we all know their journey has only just begun. X)

DEDICATION:

I'd like to dedicate this chapter to....

*drumroll*

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@annaxx for their persistence in motivating me to continue updating! It's good to known some people are enjoying this fanfic.

Also... I'd like to thank @XxXUnionJXxX also for motivation!

Thank you all for motivating and even generally reading in general.

Sorry if I miss anyone out, it's not that I don't read the comments, I'm on my iPod so it doesn't always show all the comments.

Anyways, the more you motivate the more I update! So, comment/fan/vote PRETTEH PLEASE WITH A GEORGE ON TOP X3

So...once again,

~enjoy

Chapter Nine - Outsiders

"George! No, stop please!" I practically screamed at Brian.

Most of the eyes in the room turned to face us, wondering what was going on. Even so, Brian continued to ignore me as he mercilessly kicked George repeatedly in the stomach. George was doubled over in pain, his eyes scrunched shut.

"Brian please! Just STOP!" I screamed as the audience continued to stare in awe.

"He deserves it. I warned him!" Brian growled at me, his blue eyes blaring like a pair of angry beacons. His foot made a horrible thumping noise as it slammed into George, who seemed to be in so much pain he couldn't even whisper a single phrase from his lips.

"What is going on?!" Someone shouted from the doorway.

Everyone's head turned and I spun round face Mason. The room went silent as I stared helplessly from Mason to George. Tears threatened to well up in my eyes. Mason's expression went from cold to soft then back to cold again as his gaze fell upon the scene.

"Brian? What are you doing here?" He asked coldly.

Thankfully Brian stopped beating up George as he turned to face his next opponent. I breathed a shaky sigh of relief as I noticed George slowly open his eyes, just slightly.

"Was I not invited? Surely everyone in our neighbourhood should be here..." Brian trailed off with mock confusion.

"No, frankly I never saw your name on the list." Mason replied cooly.

"And what..?" Brian smirked glancing evilly down at George who was still on the floor, clutching his stomach area.

"And...get out. You're not welcome here Brian, you know that." Mason had a strange edge to his voice. It kind of scared me a little.

"Fine. But before I go. I need to teach someone a lesson."

He spun round and grabbed George by his shirt. George looked terrified, but somewhere in his trembling stance, there was dignity.