Have I ever mentioned that I hate school? No? Well I do. With a passion too, and with good reason. It's a pain in the ass. Most specifically the classes they force you to take, like math, science, history, and for me, art. Sure I don't mind looking at some art every now and again, but I'm not a painter or anything like that.

Now, photography is something I like but will never admit that to the guys. Why? It's because I'm the badass of the group and I'm not gonna ruin that reputation. See, our art class wasn't just for the artistically gifted because it was a required class; I just so happened to be thrown in with the talented ones.

Yeah, that's right. Everyone in my art class was an artistic genius, even that weird ass Marco kid. The way he makes things come alive on his paper is amazing, but he's still some stalker thing. We were just sitting there, listening to the teacher ramble on about how he hated people that didn't appreciate art. Mr. Pixis wasn't the best example. I didn't start paying attention to him until I heard the words of my worst nightmare.

"You're going to be doing a project with a partner." He said and I stiffened. Everyone started looking around and saying who they wanted but then he dropped the bombshell. "I will be picking your partners so sit down and shut up." He stated harshly, but it got the job done. He pulled a bowl that appeared to be filled with pieces of paper from below his desk. "Okay I have made little pieces of paper with names on them. The people who will be picking are whoever has t got there name in this bowl. Jean, you're first."

I groaned and got up, earning snickers from some of the others. I got to the bowl and looked at the teacher with a raised eyebrow. He nodded to the bowl with his hands behind his back. I looked at the wall as I stuck my hand into the paper filled bowl. Finally, I decided to pull one out and look at it. The blood drained from my face and my horrors were realized. Pixis looked over to the paper and I felt like he had some amusement in his eyes.

"Bott!" He yelled, scaring me and the rest of the damn class. Marco stood up straight as if he were in the military. "You will be Kirstein's partner. I expect both of you to visit each other's houses and work on this project." He stated and I nodded reluctantly. Marco seemed a bit uncomfortable with this. After everyone had picked, the damn teacher said something else. "Now, go sit by your partner and get to know them. I'll hand out your sheets for this project as you do so." I didn't move and neither did Marco.

Ever since I helped him from those bullies he seemed a bit distant, as if it was too much for him. Finally I felt someone slowly sit beside me. I looked over to see that dorky weirdo looking down at his desk as if his life depended on it. He didn't say anything, and neither did I. Finally, however, the silence was broken by me nonetheless.

"I can come over today to work on it after school. I have practice on Tuesdays and Wednesday's." I said and he nodded.

"I know." He said very quietly, I almost didn't hear him. I looked at him strangely, noting that it was extremely weird that he knew when I had practice. He seen my face and sighed, rolling his eyes. "My friends boyfriend is on the team and he gives me rides sometimes. I usually have to watch practice." He said with annoyance in his small yet soft voice. I felt bad about thinking that he stalked me like that, but what else would I do? He's been watching me every damn day up until now.

"Alright. Well I'll give you a ride if you want today." I said dismissively. He was twiddling with his thumbs and I couldn't help but wonder if this was a nervous habit. "But only if you want it." I added with only a little more energy.

"It's not that I don't want one." He stated, causing me to look at him. "I don't want to put you out of your way." I scoffed, causing him to flinch. I noticed a purple ring around his neck in the shape of a hand, but his collar covered it mostly.

"I'm going there anyway. Hell I've got the right mind to leave right fucking now and get out of here, but I don't want to leave you here and you have to walk home." I said nicer than I meant it. I didn't know what went on at home or anything else in his life for that matter. I seen him look around the room. He raised his hand and Pixis nodded at him.

"Can we leave?" Marco asked and I just looked at him with my expression reading "are you fucking kidding me?" but he didn't seem to notice.

"How about... No." He stated and Marco nodded. He picked his bags up and stood. He looked down at me expectantly.

"What?" I asked and he sighed.

"Let's go. He didn't cuss so that means he doesn't care and I don't want to stay here so whether you're coming or not, I'm leaving." He started walking to the door and I grabbed my stuff and followed him out the door. He walked to his locker first and I waited by him. I took a moment to look at his apparel. Bright blue pants, neon pink button up, and a matching bright blue tie. I shook my head.

"Where do you find these clothes?" I asked and he smiled a little.

"Where do you find yours?" He retorted with a playful tone. I laughed a little and looked at my shoes.

"Good point." I said and he finally finished with his locker. "You ready?" I asked and he nodded. I walked to the parking lot with him following me. Never in my life did think that I would have my stalker in my car and I would be going to his house.