tw : swearing, minor mentions of blood

New school, new me, right? Yeah, well that wasn't quite the same for Alex. The only thing he's changed about himself was his attitude toward school. He thought that if he had a positive outlook then he'd have a positive result. Maybe he would, maybe he wouldn't. With his current aesthetic or whatever the fuck people called it, he would say it'd be the same as every other high school that he'd attend for a few months then leave. Of course, it didn't hurt to try.

Inside the school, it was chilly, but schools were always cold. But luckily, Alex always had a jacket. It was a plain black jacket with some pins and patches that he always wore, he was always cold. While studying his schedule, he pushed things into his bag. Just because he dressed one of those kids that didn't care about their grades, he actually did. The kids around him all seemed the same, all part of their own cliques. Alex wasn't part of any of them and didn't plan to be, he was perfectly fine spending the year alone. Then, a sound reminded him he was sin school.
 The sound was him hitting the ground. "What the hell?" Alex said aloud, looking up at all the people staring at him. "Maybe next time you won't stand in front of my locker, fucker," a british accent spoke, it belonged to a taller looking male with curly dark brown hair and menacing glare. He wore round glasses that made him look a lot nicer than he seemed. His yellow sweater was contrasted with black pants and black shoes. He wore a bit of jewlery; rings, necklaces, earrings, bracelets, etc. A long trenchcoat hung loosely over his shoulders, he looked like an anime villain. "Are you even listening?" Alex was suddenly pinned up against the cold metal of the lockers. "hey, put me down!" he tried to push the boy away, but he only shoved him against the lockers again. "Tell me why the hell you were blocking my locker, and why you won't fucking speak," "Because I don't have to answer you," the ravenette growled. "And I was only gathering my shit, now put me down." the brunette smirked. "You must think you're real hot shit, huh?" "I dunno, maybe I am." the boy glared at him. "You must really want me to punch you right now, don't you?" "I'm not a masochist if that's what you're assuming, but you're certainly a sadist," Alex smirked. A sudden burst of pain spread throughout his face, something warm trickled down his lips. "Insult me again, fucker," the other grinned, people around them started chanting "fight, fight, fight!" Alex wiped the blood from his lips and glared up at the boy. "How about I just fuck you up, instead?" "Ooh, we got a bold one here, folks," he stated, almost to the crowd of kids watching. "Go on, then, hit me." Alex instantly went in, landing a swift punch to the boy's jaw. He stumbled back, almost surprised Alex had actually tried. "Right, I've had enough of your bullshit," another blow to the face and Alex's gums were bleeding. He would have punch back if someone hadn't broken up the fight. "Hey! Back the fuck away from him," a boy wearing a jacket with devil horns on the hood stood in front of Alex. "Out the fucken way, Darryl," "Go. I'm no expert but I do think you're one step close to a suspension," he smirked. The brunette glared at him before walking off into the crowd. "What're you lot looking at?!" he scared off the crowd. Darryl turned to Alex. "Sorry about him, he's just a dick." he noticed had a lot of piercings : a septum, snake bites, a few earrings and ear piercings, and an eyebrow piercing. He also wore some pretty similar clothing to Alex's, other would probably call him emo, they probably already did. "Darryl, right?" Alex asked, wiping his mouth. "Mhm. JUst call me Bad, though. What about you?" "Alex," he responded simply. "I'll take you to the nurse, do you know where your classes are?" "Eh," "Right, you're new. I'll help you. Let's go."
Alex left the nurse with an ice pack and a warning. Bad helped him to his first class, promising to meet up with him to locate his next class. When he entered the class, the teacher glared at him. "Mr. Quackity, you're late," "Sorry, sir, got in a fight." "Mhm. Sit." the only open seat was in the second to last row, and you'll never fucking guess who sat behind him. Yep. The boy from the hallway, and he had the biggest fucking grin on his face. This would be absolute hell.

ugg i meant to do this a while ago but now its here, something other than flower husbands whilst i wait for jizzie july : D