Beck Hades's Story

Charlotte Clark

Beep. Beep Bee-
Charlie groggily pulled the duvet covers off her. She turned off her alarm and quickly made her bed, before getting dressed into some black, high waisted denim shorts, a pink see through top with skulls on it and a black tank underneath, some black tights, some black converse and a leather jacket. She applied a layer of concealer, mascara, eyeliner and blush, before leaving her bedroom, her schoolbag slung over one shoulder.

Another hour later - which included eating her breakfast, tying her hair into a fishtail plait and brushing her teeth - and Charlie was at the school. Her phone buzzed just as she was getting off the bus, which reminded Charlie that she wanted to text her friends. She opened the message as she walked through the double doors and through the corridors, to where her locker was.

To: Charlotte Clark
From: Blocked Number
I don't mean to add fuel to the fire, but I know why you're here ;) Fire.. bad choice of words? x - Anon.

Charlotte stopped in the middle of the hall as she reread the test, greeting her with a million elbows and people swarming past her all at once. Fire - they didn't know, they couldn't know. It wasn't that that worried her the most, it was the message itself. I know why you're here... that one must be a lie. No one knew about that, not even her closest friends. Unless Jason told someone, it had just been the Clark's little secret.

She shook her head lightly, plastering a fake smile over her frown as she had been doing for months. She deleted the message and decided to meet up with some of her friends, and hopefully get her mind off of the weird message from a blocked number. She opened her locker, grabbed her books, and sent the messages.

To: Amandaa<3
Hey, where are youu? x

To: Marjorie:D
Hey, where are youu? x

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Anon

To: Blocked Number
From: Sabine Carter
Um who the fuck are you and how the fuck do you know. Stay away. ~S

To: Sabine Carter
From: Blocked Number
I'm sure you're dying to find out, but that would spoil the fun, wouldn't it? - Anon. xo

To: Blocked Number
From: Teagan Thorn
What are you talking about and what is your problem?

To: Teagan Thorn
From: Blocked Number
Don't act dumb, I know you're not. You must be pretty smart to get away with selling pills.. ;) - Anon. x

To: Blocked Number
From: Elisa Grace
Leave me alone, you don't know me.

To: Elisa Grace
From: Blocked Number
How do you know that? I could be standing beside you right now. x - Anon.

To: Blocked Number
From: Beth Potter
Hahaha very funny I know it is someone from my old school that is texting me.

To: Beth Potter
From: Blocked Number
Maybe it is, or maybe I'm standing right beside you;) And why does it make a difference? - Anon. x

To: Blocked Number
From: Louis Everly
Who is this? What are you talking about?

To: Louis Everly
From: Blocked Number
I could tell you, but that would spoil the fun, wouldn't it? Even though you would probably kill to know.. - Anon. xo

To: Blocked Number
From: Aaron Stone
Leave me alone

To: Aaron Stone
From: Blocked Number
Grow up, and don't expect me to start pitying you just because you sleep around to help your mother. - Anon. x

To: Beck Hades
From: Blocked Number
Are you still in that gang, The Emeralds? Caught you! - Anon. x

[OOC: I shall add the tags later, I'm going to have mo dhinnear :D (Don't ask, it's IrishxD)]

(You might have got the gangs mixed up, Beck leads The Shards, The Emeralds are his rivals. :3)


The morning had been another dull repeat of the rest of the weeks mornings:Get up, turn off the alarm, sleep, wake up once again, wash, throw on some clothes, check messages, leave, wait at the lockers for someone to pounce upon and start a conversation with. That was exactly the stage that Beck was at now, he was just waiting for the right person to target, eying up each passer by beside his metal container. It was as though nothing ever changed in his world. It was exactly like a endless cycle of the same thing over and over. He was still the OJ obsessed blonde, he was still the biggest flirt in acadamy, he was still the invisible leader of The Shards...

Not that he was complaining his life was not exactly what you would call uneventful, in fact it was the complete contrast. It was the most stressful, depressing and dangerous life you could ever live. Beck loved it here, he loved being his fake self in the acadamy, it was like living in a sweet dream that was always too much unlike reality to be real.

A vibration shocked up the blondes left leg, causing a extremely wide and handsome smile to rise upon his lips. "Someone’s popular..." Beck mumbled to himself. He carried two mobiles, one for business which he kept in his right pocket, one for friends and his "Fake" life which lived in his other. The youth pulled out the left mobile and viewed the message, receiving something very unexpected.

To: Beck Hades
From: Blocked Number
Are you still in that gang, The Emeralds? Caught you! - Anon. x

Beck froze as he read the text upon the screen, one word pulsing painfully through his mind. Caught, caught, caught... He traced the letters upon his lower back with his fingertips absently, heart pounding heart against his chest. Who was this person? How did they get a hold of his personal number? Sure enough his business number was not incredibly hard to get, all you would have to do was pinch a Shards mobile. His personal was only known by his closest, so unless they were following him or they had took someone of importance he didn’t know how they could has possibly gained the information.

To: Blocked Number
From: Beck Hades
Are you following me Emerald scum? Stalker! I know my ass is sexy but you can't have it alright? You know only cowards mock their enemy’s instead of confronting them. Lots of love Beck! xXxXx

Though his reply seemed pretty amusing, he was not laughing, his face as emotionless as a brick...

Sabine saw the looks she got from Marjorie and Amanda, ahe glared at them and as she walked past them she mumbled "Bitches" but she kept walking not waiting to see their reactions, she wasnt in the mood and she knew there would be some sort of confrontation with them at some point.

As she was walking she felt her phone vibrate, taking it out of her pocket and she read the text, she felt like she was going to cry but she kept her emotions intact. Her anger was close to the surface and she really wanted to find out who this person was and wanted to know why they were targeting her. She wrote a text back, not paying attention to where she was going.

To:Anon
From:Sabine
Fun? This is not fun. Just leave me the hell alone. I dont need this bs.~S

As she was walking and texting she accidentally ran into someone "Oh...sorry...I..." she stuttered and as she looked up she saw it was Beck Hades and she backed up a little. She didnt know Beck Hades that well but something about him makes Sabine not want ti be around him. "I wasn't watching where I was going.." she said, looking at him. She noticed he also had his phone out, she put hers back in her pocket then looked back up to Beck "Well...I should head to my class..."

The giggling and borderline creepy smiles she was getting from the two cheerleaders Sabine had pointed out was enough to make her skin crawl. Elisa had never had a problem with them, she had never had a problem with bullying in general, and most of that was probably because of her ability to stay so far below the radar that almost nobody noticed her. Well, almost nobody, because she had obviously known Sabine enough to chat a little.

"Don't worry about it. They're not important anyway," Elisa said, though her heart was pounding and her anxiety was evident on her face. If there was anything she absolutely adored about high school, it was the amount of students that gave you the ability to hide, but now she felt like she was in a wide open and empty space: a wounded gazelle with a couple of hungry lionesses waiting to pounce. If Harry Potter's Cloak of Invisibility existed, she wished she had it then.

Elisa simply didn't understand girls like Marjorie and Amanda, she didn't even understand girls like Sabine. All of them were okay with making themselves known, okay with eating, okay with being mean or vengeful. They probably all went home at night, safe and sound, only having to worry about what lipstick they would wear the next day, or what CD they wanted to listen to. Elisa would play perfect daughter while watching her own grow up as her 'sister,' and feed food to the dogs when her parents weren't looking. Everyday she had to be so flawlessly mannered, wonderfully cultured, and feign happiness. These girls all had control, at least in her eyes, and she almost envied that. It was a miracle she had managed to stay sane

To: Elisa Grace
From: Blocked Number
How do you know that? I could be standing beside you right now. x - Anon.

Why was this person so intent on messing with her head? Why were they obsessed with her life and her secrets? Elisa frowned, holding on so tightly to her textbooks that her knuckles turned white.

To: Blocked Number
From: Elisa Grace
Then you're a coward.

That was all she could manage to reply before feeling like she was going to throw up the half an apple she had just consumed. Thankfully enough, she found herself walking right past Beck and she stopped. Now, if there was anyone she could consider a friend at Mackenzie Prep, it was him. Though today, he looked a bit...stony faced, and not like his usual self. "Hey, B. Are...are you okay?"

Becks head began to spin with frantic painful thoughts. How the hell could they have got his number!? And were they really following him, ready to "catch" him once again and carve more filth into his back? He fell into some sort of trance and froze stiff in shock, not even noticing the raven haired girl collide into his chest. He only realized she was there when she began to apologise in a quiet rather uneasy tone. "W..What?..." Beck questioned, blinking a few times in confusion before working out the situation.

"It's alright; I don't mind pretty girls bumping into me ya know?" He laughed lightly, masking himself in his sweet fake mask of a false personality. "You are Sabine, correct?" She seemed a little afraid of him, but Beck had experienced people being such a way around his presence already, it was as though a certain few just absently knew there was something wrong about him. The blonde youth listened as the girl named Marjorie spat a smug comment in her direction, causing him to tilt his head in an amused but displeased manner. "Are the whores...giving you problems?..."

A figure shifted past the pair, at first Beck didn’t acknowledge whom it was, but at the mere sound of the familiar voice he pounced upon the owner, swinging his masculine arms around her rather skeletal body. "Hey it’s my little Elisa! I'm fine..." She reminded him of his situation and so sneakily slid the phone into the back pocket of his formal jeans. The green eyes girl must have seen the expression on his face before hand; it must have caught her attention as such a look was rather foreign and rare upon his handsome face. "What about you? Are you alright?" Beck asked, pulling her gently away from him and looking at her own expression. Her adorable shyness made her hard to read, she reminded him of a book that was padlocked, chained, and kept in a chest, and yet she was the story he found most interesting.

Sabine had her hands in her pockets as Beck responded to her in a flirtatious way "Yeah im Sabine...and your Beck, right?" she asked but sh already knew. She looked down to her feet, taking out her phone from her pocket, she looked at the blank screen for a few minutes, her mind going over the two texts she got from the blocked number. She still has no idea how this person knows, she has yet to tell a single living soul about being a lesbian, she hoped whoever this person was would just stop. She didn't need this stress, not now.

She looked back when she heard what Marjorie said and rolled her eyes, Beany has been one of the many nicknames she has had since she was a child but she just likes to be called Sabine, and the cheerleaders, especially Marjorie, like to use it in a mocking way towards her. Hearing Beck she nods "Yeah, nothing new though, been dealing with their torment for awhile now" she shrugs her shoulders a bit "I try to not let it bug me but sometimes they just say the right thing to hit the wrong nerve".

When Elise caught Beck's attention she decided now would be the best time to leave "Well I guess ill see you both around". She walked away from the two and headed to the physics classroom. Once she got there she opened the door and noticed there was only a couple other kids there already. She headed to the back of the classroom and sat down at a table in the last row. Opening her backpack, she took out a notebook, a pen, and her ipod, which she turned on low and put one of her ear buds in her ear and let her hair cover it. She turned it on and Angels by Within Temptations started to play, she listened to the music and got lost in thought as she waited for class to start.

Elisa wasn't use to physical contact, she never had been; not even before her life took a pathetic twist down the drain. Her family had never been one to hug or kiss or pat on the back, they simply were people that lived together in one God awfully large home. It was cold and unfeeling. Needless to say, she hadn't quite gotten use to Beck's sudden hug attacks. Being as tiny as she was, she could almost feel the wind being knocked out of her at the sheer force of his friendly embrace. "Good to see you too." She greeted in a quiet tone, hesitantly hugging him back. "And I'm okay. It's just...a day." Saying it was strange, bad, or good would have only caused a string of questions; and Elisa hated answering questions about her life. She would rather listen than be heard.

She noticed as Sabine had walked away, and wondered if it was something she had done. Maybe the girl simply didn't like Elisa? She kept wondering off without so much as a good bye, but Elisa shrugged it off. There wasn't anything she could do, and she wasn't one to force relationships with people. Either they happened or they didn't, and Elisa wasn't never one to initiate a friendship. As unsocial, nerdy, and shy as she was - friend making didn't happen often. With Beck, it had been different. Their friendship had developed rather naturally and almost surprisingly. He was a flirty, social butterfly...Elisa preferred Physics and video games over people. She assumed he would have gravitated towards more socially ambitious and beautiful types, like Marjorie, Charlotte, and Amanda. In fact, she assumed it was a mystery to them as well why such a flirty boy would be hanging around a reject like Elisa. But she liked having one person to call a friend, and his positive attitude always put a tiny smile on her face, so she didn't question it.

"What's your first class, B?" She asked, looking up at him with her green eyes.

"Yeah, nothing new though, been dealing with their torment for awhile now..."

His eyebrows lowered over his hazel irises. One thing Beck could not stand was bullies; he knew that some people were just too polite and mousey to turn round and speak their minds. He had experienced a whole group of people picking at him before and knew how over powered he felt, but he always had his Shards there for him. Who did Sabine have? She didn’t seem to have anyone. "Don't let them get to you, they are just jealous of you and that actually have a sense of individuality." He dared a glance at Amanda, who seemed to be also viewing viewing him. As they locked eyes a smirk rose upon his lips as he explained to Sabine. Though he had to admit, they were extremely sexy and beautiful girls, however a bad personality lowered their charisma levels greatly. Also they lacked hobbies, and hobbies were something that Beck found very nteresting though he had never had time to find his own skill. "I am glad you’re not a clone of them..." As quickly as she arrived the raven haired girl left, and Beck bid her farewell with a light wave of her hand. "Cya Missy!"

The blonde youth smiled as her frail arms accepted his sudden embrace. Her touch so gentle and meek, the complete contrast of himself. Beck kind of felt like he was holding a tiny little girl rather than someone of his own age. For some reason his heart sank a little every time he felt her pressed up against him, but so far the penny had not quite dropped. She just didn’t seem perfectly healthy to him, and being honest he felt he was lieing to himself every time his voice stated that she was "Ok".

"What's your first class, B?"

Beck blinked at her as the question was asked, a comical but thought filled expression upon his handsome face. "Erm...You are not meant to ask me difficult questions..." The blonde pulled his time table from his back pocket, lightly stroking his phone wondering if such a response from the secret emerald stalker was to meet him agains soon. Becks eyes scanned the sheet half heartedly reading...

"Spanish...Fuck my life..."