forum High School Rp (Closed. Stalkers welcome)

Started August 14, 2018 by @EmptyNebula group

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"Anywhere you want, darlin'," Alistair replied, smiling at Chase. "As long as you're there."

“As long as you’re there,” Chase echoed, then looked at Alistair’s lunch and the time, “Geez, I lost track of time, babe, you have to eat something!” Chase brought Alistair’s food to him, sitting beside his boyfriend.

(Okie)

Alistair laughed. "This seems familiar. Sitting in here with you, playing music and forgetting to eat," he said, eyes twinkling as he took a bite of an apple.

“Mmm,” Chase hummed in response, “I suppose it does.” Chase wrapped his arms around Alistair’s waist and scooted closer. Chase rested his chin on Alistair’s shoulder, watching him eat until the bell rang, “I suppose I have to get going to my next class,” Chase sighed, “I can’t wait to see you after school, want to meet here again?”

"Definitely," Alistair replied with a smile. "I can't wait either." After kissing Chase on the forehead, Alistair waved and made his way to class.

(Timeskip or no?)

(Here’s the planned part, sorry its so long I wrote a lot of it ahead of time lol)
Chase waved goodbye to Alistair after kissing him on the cheek. He was walking to his class happily, just remembering every moments he’s had with Alistair so far. Chase was so lucky to have him. Alistair was far down the hall, but he was still in sight, when Chase heard a sneering voice, “Hey, Gay-man. Guess what?” Chase saw Kemp standing near the lockers, smirking.
Chase frowned and turned, crossing his arms over his chest, “What do you want, Kemp?”
Kemp waved idly in the air, “Oh, nothing, just thought I might let you in on a secret.” What secret?
Chase furrowed his brow, “Kemp, what do you want, I have to get to class.”
Kemp sighed and rolled his eyes over dramatically, “Oh nothing, just thinking about how you love Alistair more than the sky itself.” Chase was about to give up and turn away, but… That sounded familiar… Kemp continued on, “Sounds like a mental disorder to me, I’ll have to agree with you father on this one.”
A chill went over Chase’s arms. This wasn’t Kemp’s usual teasing, and the only one Chase had told about his father was Alistair, “Where did you hear that?” It was just a misunderstanding, maybe Alistair had sung about it… because that would make sense…
Kemp laughed, “Did you even learn from Joey?” Chase tensed, the world starting to fracture around him. Joey had been Kemp’s form of a prank, he had bribed the guy to pretend to be gay and then break Chase’s heart. That had been a while ago, but…
“What do you mean?” Chase demanded, tried to keep his life on its axis. Alistair wouldn’t have, Kemp is lying. He’s lying.
But Kemp just smirked, “I paid Alistair to say all those things, ‘Don't give him a second thought, he doesn't deserve it. How about we hang out after school on Monday?’ or ‘Morning love!’. All those cute little things were fake, Gay-man,” Kemp laughed, and Chase’s eyes started to sting. Not again not again not again, “If you think anyone would ever date a freak like you, you got something else coming to you.”

(okie)

Alistair had just stopped by his locker when he heard two familiar voices. Chase and… Kemp. Immediately worried and angry, he walked around the corner and saw them. "Hey, babe, is everything okay?" he asked, eyes flicking between Chase and Kemp.
What's going on here?

“You can quit the act, Alistair,” Kemp said with a smirk.
Just like that, the world shattered around Chase. Tears started falling in cascades out of his eyes, and he whirled, only to be faced by Alistair. Chase looked hopelessly at him and asked desperately, “How could you?” Chase whirled around again, sprinting for the school exit. He wouldn’t go to his class, or any other class after that. Tears poured out of his eyes like a waterfall, and he didn’t even bother wiping them away. The pain would end soon anyways. And Chase didn’t stop running, despite his small size, he was agile and fast enough to out run anyone behind him, block after block in the neighborhood. He didn’t even feel exhaustion, it was just going through the motions until he saw his ratty old house. He sprinted to the door, opening and closing it rather loudly, enough to get his father’s head to turn, and sprinted up the stairs and locked himself in his room.

Mr. Goeman had never connected with his son, but when he had seen Chase run in midday with tears pouring down his face, he knew something was wrong. And Mr. Goeman had always had some love for his only son, though they had never had a good relationship, he still loved him. So he walked up the stairs to Chase’s room and rapped on the door, “Son? Aren’t you supposed to be in school? Are you alright?” Sobs, dulled by the door, came from the room, and Mr. Goeman knocked again, “Chase?”

(Trigger warning coming up)
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Chase had pulled out the Swiss Army knife he’d gotten for a long ago birthday, and held it of the skin on the inside of his elbow. Two quick motions and his arms were covered in blood. Chase leaned against the wall, letting his tears pour down his face. It would end. The world could no longer call him a freak if he was dead. So he just stood there, watching the door and not answering to his father.

(are you trying to demolish my heart?!?!)

Alistair's eyes widen when Chase runs away. "Chase?! What- where are you going?!" he cried.
Turning to Kemp with a murderous glare, he growled, "That's it, I've had enough with you." Darting forward, he swung his fist, connecting it with Kemp's jaw, causing Kemp to fall to the floor. "I'll deal with you later," he growled vehemently. "But right now I'm going to find my boyfriend."

Running out the doors after Chase, Alistair looked around. Where did he go? Where did he go?
Darting over to the bike rack, he grabbed a bike that someone had unwisely to chained. Hopping on the bike, he began to pedal as fast as he could, hoping to find Chase.
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After searching for a while, to no avail, he pulled out his phone and looked at Chase's contact for his address. Once pulling it up, he pedaled as fast as he could to his house.
Upon arriving, he pounded on the door. "Mr. Goeman? Mr. Goeman, is Chase here? Please, let me in!"

Mr. Goeman furrowed his brow at the pounding of the door. “Chase?” He asked one last time. When no answer came he went to the door and opened it to find his son’s friend, “Why are you here too? Don’t you have school?”

Ignoring Mr. Goeman's question, Alistair looked over his shoulder wildly. "Chase is here? Where is he? Please, please tell me," he begged, tears starting to form in his eyes. If something awful had happened… No, he couldn't think like that.

“Yes, but what on earth is going on? He had just ran in the house and locked himself in his room. What happened?” Mr. Goeman demanded, slightly annoyed yet still concerned for his son. Something was definitely off, “You two are supposed to be in school.” He tapped his foot lightly on the floor, oblivious to Alistair’s tears that were forming.

"Look, sir, I don't have time to explain, just tell me where Chase's room is!" Alistair cried. "I'm worried he's hurt."

(i gtg. see ya tomorrow!)

(See you tomorrow :)
Mr. Goeman finally just settled, going back up to Chase’s room and knocking on the door again, “Cha-“ A loud thud came from inside the room and Mr. Goeman knocked on the door again, harder this time, “Chase, I’m coming in, okay?” No response, again. So Mr. Goeman shoved his shoulder into the door, almost knocking it from its frame. He repeated the motion and the door busted open, the lock broken. It had been cheap anyways.
But as Mr. Goeman slid the door out of the way, it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered. Nothing but his son, the last piece of Mr. Goeman’s late wife and family, lying on the floor unconscious. He scrambled down next to Chase, “CALL 911!” Mr. Goeman shouted at Chase’s friend. There was so much blood. Too much. Chase’s breathing was too shallow. Mr. Goeman had his shirt off already, wrapping his son’s arms in it for an attempt to stop the bleeding. Too much blood, too much of his son’s blood.

I'm just reading this like that one spectator and my heart is breaking off little by little.//