"Yeah, you better." She mocked as he walked away. "Don't talk to that fag, he isn't safe."

I glared at her as she continued the tour. Refusing to talk, the rest of it went pretty quickly. Soon enough, the hall was filled with hundreds of kids as the bell rang. Separating me and the girl. I hadn't bothered to learn her name. Showed how much I cared. Getting my timetable out, I made my way to the lesson I was meant to be in. Somehow, however, the girl found her way to my side. Cursing under my breath, I walked down the crowded hallways, for some reason there was a circle around me. As though people were scared to get close to me.

Frowning, I finally got to class, walking up to the teacher confidently. The girl tried to say bye before I walked in, but I just didn't talk to her. The teacher smiled and after I introduced myself, she told me to sit down. Looking around, I didn't see anyone that fit the picture and description of my target. Shrugging, I sat down, getting gum out and starting to chew it.

Eventually, the class began to fill with students. All of them looking at me weirdly. When someone walked in, my heart practically fluttered. Frank. He looked at me and I almost freaked the fuck out because we made eye contact. He frowned an walked over to the teacher, whispering something that I, because of my heightened senses, listened in on.

"Does the new kid have to sit next to me?" He asked.

My heart fell at that. He doesn't want to sit next to me? The teacher glared him and just told him to sit down. He frowned, moving to sit next to me. Smiling lightly, I turned my head to look at him. He was still wearing the skirt. He looked cute in it.

"Hey gorgeous." I said as he sat down.

He turned to me opening his mouth to say something before I noticed something. He had a bruise on one side of is face. I don't know how I didn't realise it before. Turning in my chair, I looked him over, concerned.

"Are you okay? What happened?" I asked hurriedly.

I was worried. I hadn't felt this emotion in quite a long time so it was new and uncomfortable. He closed his mouth, turning to the front, grinding his teeth. Assuming he didn't want to talk about it, I turned to the front as well. Why did he hate me so much? I've been nothing but nice to him. Guess that means I should give it a different approach. force him to like me, maybe.

The class was given a work sheet to fill in. The teacher to me not to stress to much about it as I might not have cover this topic yet. Time in hell was a lot longer than Earth, meaning that I have covered a lot more than this crappy class of New Jersey.

"I like your skirt." I said to Frank as I leant back on my chair.

He ignored me, getting on with his work. His forehead crinkling in concentration. Shrugging, I filed in my worksheet within the next five to ten minuets. After I had done, I leant back on my chair and stared at Frank. The way his skirt clung to him, revealing enough skin on the thighs. A dare? My ass, he waxed his fucking legs. Apart from the skirt, he was also wearing a Morrissey shirt, that was tucked into his skirt. only at the front. At the back, it was pulled out, possibly from someone grabbing his back.

"If you need any help, ask your partner." The teacher.

Obviously, she was fed up of having to get up and move to help students. leaning forwards again I noticed that frank was stuck on a particular question.

"Need any help?" I asked.

He looked at me, thinking for a minuet. Smiling lightly, I helped him with the problem. Not showing him the answer, like he expected me to, but going through the steps with it. He thanked me after and got on with the rest of the work. Not needing anymore help I guess. The teacher got up to the front, telling the answers to every question. Getting all of them right, Frank getting some right, the one that I helped him with being correct for definite.

"Hey Frank, could you help me find my next class?" I asked softly.

"Um, yeah, I guess. You actually remembered my name." He responded sounding surprised.

"I only learn the names of people I hope to be around more." I replied.

"Hey fag, get away from the hot guy. He doesn't want you to talk to him." Someone sneered.

Laughing lightly, I walked next to Frank.

"Are they talking to me or you?" I asked as a joke.

He looked at me wide eyed. Smirking, I put my finger to my lips in signal for him to not tell anyone. He nodded and lead me to my next class, which happened to be art. My favourite subject. Thanking him, he nodded before walking off to his next class.

Going inside, I introduced myself to the teacher. Who seemed nice enough. She told me to sit next to a quiet girl. My gaydar was going of like crazy when I sat down. She must be a lesbian.

"Okay, so we have a new student today. As a way of welcoming him, I decide we all draw him." The teacher announced.

What? Why would she say something like that? My eyes widened in shock and she smiled at me. The girl next to me turned to me, looking at my face and scribbling down notes as the class started. I was told to draw whatever I wanted and I had to sit in the middle of the class. Getting my own sketchbook out, I started drawing something. It wasn't long before I realised it was hell. I'm not homesick, just its nice to sketch. After class was over, I awkwardly reviewed the paintings. The teacher wanting to see mine, saying it was really good.

"So Mr Way, can I see more of these drawings?" She asked.

"That's my personal sketchbook, so you might find some weird stuff in it, but feel free to go through it. I'll come back for it later yeah?" I said boredly.

She nodded and dismissed the class. Next was music. Which I found I did share with my target, and someone else. Frank. God fucking damnit. In Satan's name, how was I meant to get close to my target with that gorgeous thing in the room. As soon as I entered the room, Billies head snapped towards me, probably sensing my power. Glancing around the room, my eyes landed on Frank. Knowing that Billies eyes were following me as I made my way to the boy in the skirt.

"Hey gorgeous." I exclaimed walking up next to him.

He glared at me, stepping away. This boy was going to drive me insane. One minuet he is fairly friendly, the next he doesn't want to stand next to me. Frowning slightly, I moved to a chair. I guess it would be better to focus on my target for this lesson, it would be best to pretend I wasn't interested in him. He wouldn't get suspicious and I would be able to kill him. Quick and easy. Then I would have more time to try and get with Frank.

"Okay, today, you guys are going to be presenting your band. First up 'Pencey Prep'." The teacher announced.

"New kid, What do you play?" I was asked as the band started to set up.

"I sing." I replied.

"Perfect, you can go after these guys, just get a song you know." He said.

Fuck. I couldn't sing. What song should I sing? Morrissey? Perfect. What song though? Jackie? I guess that could work. Recalling the lyrics in my head. The first band did a sound check. My mind instantly shut up about the song and I looked up.

"What's this song called?" Frank asked.

"Fat and alone." someone responded.

The class broke into giggles before the band started up. Franks playing and singing was amazing. He was amazing at guitar and the energy he had when preforming was so extreme. It was amazing. The song itself was pretty funny, making the majority of the class break into giggles. Frank did this funny voice to add to the humour at the end. Afterwards, they packed up and a mic was set up for me.

"This songs called Jacky's only happy when she's up on the stage." I announced.

Frank looked up at that, I guess he knew the song. Looking down after a couple of seconds. That really helped my esteem, note the sarcasm. A few more seconds later, I started singing. Everyone's eyes stared at me and Frank looked at me wide eyed. Not paying attention to anyone, I continued to sing.

After singing the last line, the entire class began clapping. Including Frank. Blushing, the equipment was set up for the next band as I sat down. Next to Frank. He smiled at me.

"Good choice of song Way, and good singing." Frank said.

"How do you know my last name?" I asked. "And thanks darlin'."

"Everyone's talking about the new rich kid 'Lucious Way'. I assumed it was you." Frank said.

Nodding lightly, the next band started up, Billie was in this band as the guitarist and singer. Frank was scribbling down notes on how he was playing the guitar. All I knew was that he was playing a lot of power chords. The band name for them was called 'Green Day'. I know I shouldn't admit it, but they were really fucking good.

"Why don't you go by your first name?" Frank asked as the band was packing away.

"My mom picked Gerard for me, my dad wanted something more practical for when I take over the job." I explained.

"So why did you want to go by your moms choice?" Frank pressed on.

"Because I want to know that even though she's dead I still have a part of her with me." I replied annoyedly.

He apologised and I shrugged. This time I was giving him the silent treatment. A few more bands went on and Frank wrote notes, mostly about the guitar aspects of their performances. I couldn't deal with him asking questions all the time. I couldn't deal with him hating me either. my fist priority right now was my target.