Dungeon Quest Online

Chapter 2: Nerd within the Jock

Aaron changed and rushed out to join his friends and foster family. He and his friends planned to convene at the local pizza joint. Truth was, they didn't need an excuse to eat pizza. There were teenagers after all and everyone knows teenagers live on pizza and ramen noodles. Regardless of a victory or a loss, they had planned to hang out at the pizza join afterwards. They needed no excuse to hang out and Aaron was forever grateful to his friends for accepting him as he was.

His foster parents waved goodbye, and he heard his "fifth" dad yell out, "don't stay out too late, it's still a school night."

"I won't, see you soon," he called back.

Aaron turned back to his friends and said, "let's go eat pizza!"

As they walked to the pizza joint, Aaron felt at peace and happy. This new foster home was the only place he'd ever felt wanted, and he loved his friends. His friends didn't see a foster kid with next to nothing; or a broken kid messed up at the loss of his parents. They liked him for who he was despite his background.

Over the last two years they had become his adopted family, and it helped him cope with the loss of his parents. Aaron's parents died in a freak plane crash just after his dad earned his pilots license. His parents rejoiced at the accomplishment and used all of their life savings to buy a small twin-engine plane to start a charter business. It was the day after he received his license when his dad took his mother on a celebratory flight. They hadn't come back from that flight and when Aaron had gotten back from school a social worker was there to greet him.

The explained what had happened, but it didn't sink in at first. He was only six years old and didn't understand that his parents weren't coming home. After the social worker had taken him home to pack and then dropped him off at what looked like a third-world shanty town he understood. His parents weren't coming back and now he would have to live in this cesspool of a trailer park, complete with some grimy, two-bit low-lowlifes as parents.

The state hadn't spent long looking for any family he could stay with. Even now, he didn't know if he had any extended family. When he was old enough, he planned to look for them. For now, he had his friends to confide in and keep him going.

His friends supported him at school, in sports, and keeping his nerd life a secret. Most people didn't know he liked to lose himself as a barbarian or dwarven paladin on the weekends. He'd had to make up a lot of excuses to his teammates when they asked him to weekend events. It didn't happen often, and even less frequent now because he always turned them down. He kept his game life secret because he knew they would laugh and ridicule him at school. None of his teammates were into board games. They all got together and played the latest sports games on PlayStation or Xbox. All his teammates would call him a weirdo if they found out.

Aaron worked hard to keep his social life and hobby separate from his sports passion. The team already alienated him on account of his background and being a foster kid. Kids always snubbed him and acted all high-brow around him. His whole team wasn't like that, but it was enough he avoided hanging out with any of them outside practice and football games. Because they already treated him as an outsider he was cautious to keep his geek-life separate. He needed every advantage he could get to stay an integral part of the team. Hard work had paid off, but he knew if the team spurned him, he wouldn't see the play time he needed. If he didn't get the play time, then he wouldn't make it far in high school and would fail to impress college scouts.

"Hey guys, let's grab that booth in the back by the arcade," said Tyler which jarred Aaron from his introspection.

"I can't stay out too late guys, you heard my foparents," replied Aaron. Foparents, meant foster parents. Tyler decided foster parents needed an abbreviation and shortened it; the name had stuck.

"Just a few games while we wait for the pizza," placated Tristen.

"All right, all right... just make sure you get me a pizza with some meat on it, not those nasty veggies you all seem to like so much," cajoled Aaron.

Aaron and his friends spent two hours playing games and eating their pizza before he excused himself and told his friends he needed to head home. His home was in the "ghetto" as some called it. As far as he knew that was where he'd live until he turned eighteen and moved off to college.

The small room he slept in held two beds and two dressers with a two-foot gap between them. Another foster kid shared the room. His foster parents, Tasha and Rick, pulled him aside and told him the kid had come from an abusive home. Whatever the poor kid experienced, it made him awkward, and he never talked to Aaron.

Though many called it the ghetto, it was a significant upgrade from the past few homes. Tasha and Rick tried their best to care for them. They wanted to invest themselves into the kids they fostered and they didn't just do it for tax breaks or a stipend from the state.

In all the previous homes he lived, the bottom-feeders that took in foster kids only wanted the money. The paycheck was small, but what little they received went towards booze or drugs. Most of the time Aaron ended up wearing clothes several sizes too small and going to bed hungry. The last home was a train-wreck and the foster parents ended up going to prison. They took in three foster kids and used all the money on themselves. There was one week that Aaron remembered they didn't eat a single meal at home. It was only thanks to being in school they had any food at all. His teachers and principle reported the obvious malnutrition and disheveled state of his clothes to the state.

Social services pulled him out of the home and he'd ended up with Tasha and Rick. He couldn't remember the last time he felt wanted.

"Rick, Tasha, I'm home," called Aaron.

He made his way to his bedroom and collapsed on the bed, pausing only to remove his shoes before he passed out. The next day at school, kids all patted his back and congratulated him. He swelled with pride knowing that his hard work and long hours of practice had paid off. No matter what else happened, he resolved to make his dream a reality. After high school, he'd get into college on a full ride football scholarship, he would wow professional football scouts, and join a professional league.

"Hey!" Exclaimed a quiet voice, but it was too late. Aaron collided with..

"Natalia, S-s-sorry!" he stammered, and helped pick up the books he'd knocked out of her hands. He always felt weird around her at school. It was much easier when they played Dungeon Quest when they both impersonated other characters that displayed their inner desires. Here, their facade was in place and he felt awkward.

Ask her to homecoming! he yelled in his mind. Don't punk out!

Natalia stared at him for a moment before she said "you played great last night."

Aaron felt his chest swell with pride, but he couldn't get any words out to express his thanks and ask her out.

Ask her you dimwit!

He opened his mouth to ask her to homecoming when the bell rang. Aaron glanced at the speaker in the corner wished he had his trusty two-handed ax so he could reduce the dang thing to bits of metal and plastic!

Without another word Natalia scurried down the hall to her next class. Aaron stood mute, dejected and outraged at the universe for ignoring his plight and not halting time.

Noooo!

I'll never have a better chance than that, he thought. Aaron went through the motions for the rest of the day and wished he'd just had the courage to ask a few seconds earlier. He didn't think there would be another chance to ask her until Saturday.

Two days, he thought. Maybe I can ask her while playing Dungeon Quest?