It's around ass o'clock in the morning when Patrick is awoken by Joe for school the next day. Patrick groans and throws his pillow at him. Joe just laughs and pushes Patrick out of the bed, making him fall flat on his face.

"Okay, asshole, that fucking hurt!" Patrick yells at Joe from the floor. Joe laughs again and holds out a hand to help Patrick up. Patrick rolls his eyes but takes Joe's hand anyways.

"Yeah, so you have about twenty minutes to get ready, so fucking hurry," Joe tells him, and then he's gone again. Patrick's eyes widen, realising that he has to shower, fix his hair, put in his contacts and piercings, and be downstairs by the time Joe leaves. Shit.

He's downstairs and dressed in his school uniform with his shirt unbuttoned, showing off some skin and tattoos, in nineteen minutes. Wow, he's never gotten dressed so fast before.

Joe yells that he's leaving in twelve seconds with or without Patrick, so Patrick, whose shirt is still unbuttoned and hair is messed up, grabs his backpack and runs. Joe smiles just as Patrick gets in his black jeep.

"Made it just in time, bro. Might want to button your shirt, though. That's kind of required," Joe smirks, poking at Patrick's belly. He says the word 'bro' a lot, now that Patrick thinks of it. Oh well, it's a cool word.

"I gotcha," Patrick nods and laughs a bit before continuing to button his shirt. Before he can finish, Joe stops and gets out. They're at the school already? What? "Joe?" Patrick asks, shutting his door behind him. This school is fucking huge, and it seems that Joe's just.. disappeared?

Then he sees a group of guys walk by that look kind of scary. They walk in layers, like they've had this planned or something. He sees all of the kids around him and the group scatter off as they walk by. The leader, who has a huge forehead and jet black hair, looks him over before snorting and continuing to walk.

"That's the soccer team," A kid beside him whispers. He has red hair, a nose ring, and tattoos. "They pummel everyone that gets in their way. I wouldn't mess with them,"

"Yeah, thanks, man," Patrick says, nodding at him. He pulls his backpack on one shoulder and then shuts the other door of the black jeep. "I'm Patrick," He introduces himself as they walk together inside.

"I'm Josh Dun," The guy smiles at him and runs a hand through his hair. "What grade are you in? Junior? I bet you're a junior," Wow, this guy is hyper.

"I am, actually. But I'm taking twelfth grade classes," Patrick tells him. Josh's eyes light up.

"That's awesome, dude! I am, too! And you can meet my girlfriend then. She's a senior," He smiles wide at Patrick and grabs his arm, pulling him along. He thinks he sees the familiar white-blonde hair with dark roots standing with the soccer guys, but there's no way. Pete doesn't seem dickish like the rest of those guys.

They walk together with Josh talking his head off the whole way. Then there's a girl with red/orange hair in front of him. "I'm Debby," She says, holding out her hand. Is everyone here this nice?

"Patrick," He takes it and smiles back faintly. She notices and gives him a quick frown before Josh is at it again.

"Let me see your schedule. Maybe we'll have all of the same classes together. You should meet my best friend. His name is Tyler. He's cool," Josh rambles on about the dark haired boy that Patrick has yet to meet. Debby and Josh seem like complete opposites, but I guess that's why they work well together. "We have all of the same classes!" Josh yells.

"Joshy, calm down," Debby laughs, patting his back. He nods but then continues right back at it.

"Tyler, Tyler!" He yells again. The boy he's been rambling on about, or so Patrick thinks, appears just seconds later with a look of embarrassment on his face.

"J, man, you've got to cool it," He says, and then Josh immediately stops. Debby shakes her head.

"Sometimes I think you should be dating him," She mutters. Patrick's eyebrows raise when Tyler blushes.

"Come on, guys. First period starts in ten," Josh grabs Patrick's arm and drags him away. Patrick waves goodbye to Debby and Tyler, who are, seemingly, going in the same direction.

"Where are we going?" Patrick asks when he turns back around. There's a flight of stairs they're headed for, but he has no clue who his first period teacher is.

"Mr. Quinn's room is on the second floor. I like taking the stairs better than the elevator," Josh explains, rushing up the stairs. He's finally let go of Patrick's arm, so he has to practically run up the stairs to catch up to Josh.

"Elevator?" He whispers to himself, following Josh down the almost never-ending hallway.

"Here we are," Josh says, and Patrick barely stops in time so he doesn't run straight into the back of Josh.

"Ah, Mr. Dun and Mr..?" The teacher has long black hair and probably has tattoos from the way he's wearing a long sleeve shirt with his collar buttoned all the way.

"Stump. I, uh, Patrick Stump," Patrick says awkwardly, shifting his weight from foot to foot. His eyes don't leave his uniform shoes.

"That's right. I've heard about you," Mr. Quinn smiles. "I guess someone has failed to tell you, Mr. Stump, that no piercings are allowed. As for you, Joshua, that'll be a detention on your part," Mr. Quinn holds his hand out.

Josh sighs and quickly takes the piercing out of his nose before dropping it in Mr. Quinn's hand. He then holds his other hand out for Patrick. Patrick does the same, removing the piercing from his lip, nose, and eyebrow and dropping them into Quinn's hand. "You'll get these back at the end of the day. And, son, button your shirt the rest of the way. Tattoos aren't allowed," He says quieter. Patrick blushes profusely and then buttons his shirt. "Have a seat next to Mr. Trohman. Joseph, raise your hand,"

Joe does as told, smirking at Patrick. Patrick sighs and sits down next to him. Great, a teacher already hates him. "Nice one, little cousin," Joe whispers, earning a glare from Patrick.

The whole class, Patrick feels eyes on him, but he can't tell who. It's not Mr. Quinn because he's teaching. It's not Joe or Andy because they're both too busy passing notes to each other. It's not Josh because he's actually paying attention. Who could it be? Does he already have enemies in this school? Fuck.