Chapter 4: Chubbas Domain (GPH:R)

AWES NOTE: (I'm going to attempt to write this in a first person perspective, you can tell me if it sucks ass later, but I wanna try this out.)

It's been a week since that hockey showdown, everything's gone to shit. I write in a book, that stupid fucking clubba took over the entire school, basically enslaved everyone, even the teachers do his bidding now, that hockey match was for fucking nothing, he got us expelled, and now, we're here plotting on how we're going to take back our high school, but at this point, why do I even fucking care anymore? These people don't give a shit about me. Why do I even continue hanging around these fools? I snap my lead from my pencil from writing in anger and throw my pencil in spite.

"Hey Xavier, you ready?" Tubba says to me, I don't think I've ever been ready before.

"I'm ready Tubba." I draw the warpaint onto my mask.

It felt like only yesterday we thrashed this kid into the ground in that stupid hockey shit, but then, somehow he's a fucking king. Everyone practically caved into that fat tub of lards rules, almost like brainwash, Tubba and me were safe from that fat asses tricks. We climb in from the air vents after hefting pushing from Tubbas weight not allowing him to get in, honestly he really needs to lose some pounds, but besides the fact we end up crawling through the air vents searching round and round for that fucks office, eventually we find it. And guess who managed to get the drop on him? Yeah, me. I fucking kicked that shit onto the floor, he welped, "Help me!" It almost felt too good to be true to see him that way. But, I second guessed it.

I look behind me and Tubbas knocked out, it was a fucking setup. Next thing you know he has the biggest grin on his face before I get fucking bonked in the back of the head. I remember opening my eyes for a few minutes trying to view my surroundings but I just passed out again. I wake up and we're tied in some sort of dungeon. Was he going to torture us? I had no idea at this point.

Tubba was still passed out and I just stared, that's when I heard him. I gulped. Chubbas right hand man who kept in secrecy, only came out when Chubba needed him the most. I wasn't going to spill out to this guy. You could hear his flutter jumps from the distance.

"Alright Fellas, you're under our control now."