The 'Bad Boy's' Angel ;) (Warning: Rated PG-13, Minor Drug Use)

[WolfLover]

Synopsis
Who knew the Devil's Spawn could have their own personal angel? Certainly Blake didnt believe so. He didnt really know when people at his school started labeling him as the 'bad boy' and avoided by basically everyone. Everyone thought he was some big bad drug dealer, or some big shot assasin, the rumours about him could go on forever. There was nobody that even tried to befriend him or know the real him. Sure, he rode a motorcycle, lived with some less-than-nice lookng guys, smoked some pot here and there, and got into a couple fights. But did that really classify him as 'bad'?

His life consisted of going to school, ignoring everyone as they did him, and try to head back home safely. Emphasis on the try. Everyone always tried to pick fights with him any time they got the chance. His life was bleak, boring, dull.

Could the gods up in heaven really have some mercy on him after all and send him his own angel on this hell on earth he called home?

[WolfLover]

Characters

Name: Blake Chandler



Age: 18

Personality: Sarcastic, protective, nice to people who actually befriend him.
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Name: Chase Greene



Age: 18

Personality: Nice, Funny, puts up a tough front in front of others, really just a big teddy bear at heart.
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Name: Dave Landon



Age: 18

Personality: A little bit aggressive, protective. Like Chase he puts up a tough front but really he is just a big teddy bear inside.


These are the characters for now, but the girl will be up soon. In case you didnt know, those are the guys that Blake lives with and his best friends.

[WolfLover]

Chapter One

Blake

Beep!Beep!Beep!

As the blaring noise of his alarm clock rang through his room, Blake angrily shot his hand out and banged his clock into silence with his fist. He groaned and pushed the covers off his body. Great, another day in hell awaits me, he thought sardonically.

He rubbed his eyes and got out of bed, heading to Dave's and Chase's rooms. He opened each of their doors yelling, "Morning motherfvckers! Wake up and get ready!," and then slamming their doors closed loudly. He walked away with a slight smirk hearing yells of "Shut the fvck up man!" and "Whatever, you idiot!" He laughed and walked into his room. Despite their complaining he knew they would wake up immediately, because if they didnt, they would wake up with fists pounding into their bodies. Dave and Chase had already experienced that way of waking up and after that, they never slept in if Blake called them to be up.

He took a quick shower and got ready for school. His usual leather jacket, black tshirt, jeans, and his black combat boots. He swiftly ran a hand through his hair. After doing the regular, like brushing his teeth and all that crap, he headed downstairs, his motorcycle keys in hand.

He found Chase in the small kitchen of the apartment they all shared. Dave tossed him an already made grilled cheese and he quickly scarfed it down. He never got the concept of brushing your teeth and then eating breakfast, but he could live with it. Swishing his mouth out in the sink, he grabbed a towel and dried his mouth. "Ready motherfvckers?," he asked. They responded with grabbing their motorcycle keys and heading to the door.

Blake scoffed and walked afer them, shutting the kitchen light off. Blake's was the black one, Dave's was the red and black one, and Chase's was the white and black one. They glanced at eachother, already knowing what the day would bring. They sighed simultaneously, climbed onto their bikes, and rode to school.

The day passed as usual. The 3 were avoided, given looks, and talked about behind their backs. Did they care? Hell no. The classes were boring as usual but Blake did the work anyway. He actually wanted to do something with his life after highschool. Probably a doctor. It was a hard goal, but he knew he could do it.

After school as Blake, Chase, and Dave were walking to their bikes, they got jumped. As usual, he thought as he punched left and right, not even recieving a scratch. Hadnt they learned their lessons yet? Blake could beat them alone, but with Dave and Chase by his side, the boys who jumped them were complete goners. He didnt understand why they still even tried day after day. Blake and Dave walked out of the fight without a scratch but Chase had a slight bruise already forming, near his jaw. They teased him about it all the way home. Chase was arguing, "He caught me off gaurd!," which only made it worse.

As they reached their home Blake and Dave immediately set out to do some homework while Chase made some supper. It was his turn tonight anyway. After supper, Chase did his homework while Blake and Dave watched a movie. It was all so funny how they were all secret nerds. They always had a good laugh about it. Chase finished and then they all went to work out in their own little gym inside the house. Soon, they all took their respective showers and went to bed. His life was so day-to-day routine, it made him restless sometimes. He needed something to happen. And soon.

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