Shaun sat down in his seat. The late bell had just rung and he’d made it to English just in time. With a sigh, he put his head down on his desk and smiled cheerfully at his teacher.

“Good morning, class!” she said cheerfully, and then pointed at the board, which was covered in bright pink words that were hardly legible. “This is your assignment for the day! Have fun!” She giggled slightly as she stepped toward her desk to grade some things.

Shaun sighed again and started to hum to himself as he pulled out his text book, pen, and notebook. Softly singing to himself, he started to write down all the notes he could from page two hundred and fifty-nine, all about how Edgar Allen Poe was such an awful writer and that he should have been killed at his first poem.

The door slowly creaked open and a head poked its way in. “Um…I’m sorry Miss Matilda…” he said as he slowly brought his entire body in. Now standing in the room was a tall, slender boy with curly dark brown hair that fell into his dark brown eyes. He had a bag slung over one shoulder, his baggy jeans dragging on the floor. His megatokyo related hoodie was slung over the other, revealing his slightly toned chest through his thin white wifebeater.

“Mister Jason,” Miss Matilda said sternly, giving him a hard look over her reading glasses. He smiled and quickly scooted to his seat next to Shaun. “You will have detention after school tomorrow with me, understood?” Her voice was hard, but her eyes were playful. The boy smiled and nodded.

“Of course, Miss Matilda!” he said cheerfully. “Wouldn’t have it any other way!” As soon as she sat back down and restarted her grading, Jason sighed and put his head down. “Fuck this… I should’ve come in today…”

Shaun giggled slightly and poked his friend’s side. “Lighten up dude; at least you only missed five minutes.”

“Yeah, only five,” the other boy said dryly.

Before Shaun could answer, the door opened again and Miss Matilda looked up in agitation, only to smile hugely.

“And what do we have here, Mister Dasani?” she asked cheerfully, now studying the short red haired boy who’d just stepped in with the principal. The boy glared down at the floor, his dark green eyes filled with contempt.

Mister Dasani smiled. “This is Eric Danforth; he’s a new student for your class this period.” The principal patter Eric’s shoulder and he seemed to wince.

Shaun’s eyebrows rose slightly, studying the new kid thoughtfully. Eric’s dark red hair was cut to just below his chin, his bangs long and in his face. His turquoise-green eyes glared at the floor like it had done something worth being glared at. He stood there in a large dark grey hoodie and a pair of baggy black and blue bondage pants. A dog collar with a blank bone tag rested on his throat.

“He’s really cute,” Shaun said absently to Jason, who nodded.

“Very,” he agreed.

Miss Matilda smiled brightly. “Well, Eric, why don’t you tell the class about yourself?” The boy shuffled his feet and mumbled. “What was that?”

“I’m Eric, and I hate school…” His voice was deep and slightly hypnotic, but the set of his green eyes told everyone to “BACK OFF!” away from him.

Some of the girls in the class giggled, everyone else following their lead. Eric’s frown deepened.

“Now, now, class,” Miss Matilda chided them, seconded by Mister Dasani. “It’s rude to laugh at others, especially in their company. At least wait until their out of earshot.”

“Miss Matilda!” Mister Dasani said strictly. The teacher smiled brightly and flipped her hand at the class.

“I was only joking!” she giggled. Eric rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest. Shaun and Jason raised a brow at the other, then smiled and brought their attention back to the new kid.

“Whatever,” Eric said tersely. Mister Dasani looked at him strangely, probably thinking he had another delinquent on his hands, and shrugged.

“I leave him in your hands. Eric, if you need anything, you know where to find me.”

The boy nodded and glared at Miss Matilda, who just grinned at him. “Well,” she said, “I suppose you can sit next to Mister Harold…?” A boy near the front of the room, tall and lanky covered in acne and a pair of broken glasses hanging off his nose crookedly, stood up. Eric raised an eyebrow and shook his head.

“No thanks,” he said simply, then moved to the back. He passed Shaun and Jason, and his frowned deepened as he sat one row behind them and several desks to the right.

“Okay…” Miss Matilda said in confusion, then shrugged. “Shaun, you’ll help our new boy with his work for the day.” The blonde nodded with a grin and moved to sit next to Eric, who glared at him.

“First you need a book,” Shaun said, sliding his book at the new boy. “You can use mine for the day.”

“I don’t need a book.” Eric’s voice was cold. He reached into his bag and pulled out a book exactly identical—save for it was beaten up pretty damn badly—and slammed it on the desk. “And I don’t need your help neither.”

Shaun’s eyes widened and he looked at Eric pitifully. “But I was only…”

Eric’s gaze hardened. “I don’t need your excuses nor do I need your help.”

“Oi, Shaun,” Jason called, leaning back and giving Eric a semi-dark look. “He’s not worth it obviously.” Shaun nodded and moved back.

“I don’t need anyone…” Eric growled, putting his head on his desk and glaring at any and everyone around him.

The bell for the end of class sounded and Eric could barely hold in his groan. He fucking hated school, and he’d be the first one to blow it up. If only someone would let him near the chemicals in Chemistry…

A girl popped into his vision and he almost bumped into her. She was just about his height, with her hair and most of her face hidden by her large hooded hoodie. How was it that he knew that she was a girl if she was practically cross-dressing?

Raising a brow, Eric stepped to the side, but she followed. “Can I help you?” he growled.

“You’re Eric Danforth right?” she inquired. He inclined his head slightly and she squealed and tackled him.

“HEY! GET OFF!” he growled as she snuggled him.

“Big brother!” she cried and he stopped.

“Oh fuck no…”

Mister Dasani stared at the identical twins before him. If it was not for their eye color and their respective sexes, he’d swear that he was seeing double. Eric sat hunched over in the armchair, his arms over his chest and glaring at the clock. His younger twin sister sat next to him smiling like a madwoman. Her dark red hair—the same color as Eric’s own—was cut in a similar fashion to her brother’s, only her bangs were shorter. Her eyes were brown, and glittered at the principal in excitement.

“Please tell me you’re joking…” he said in expiration. “Please tell me this isn’t right…”

“I’m afraid not,” Eric said distastefully. “We’re related and I’m her older brother.” The girl elbowed him and glared. “Twin brother,” he added, rubbing his side and glaring back at her.

“Miss Melissa,” Mister Dasani said tiredly, rubbing his eyes and locked with hers. “Why didn’t you tell us that he was coming?”

“I didn’t know.” She gave the principal a sheepish, who just sighed. “Mom said nothin’ about my big brother coming down!”

“She didn’t know either,” Eric said thickly, his arms tightening around himself as his eyes hardened into emeralds. “Dad and…” He paused on the next word, his brow furrowing “Dad and that woman just decided to move here, forgetting all about mom and…” He gave Melissa a look, “her…” Looking back at the principal, he seemed to sneer, “At least you have one student who isn’t stupid.”

Mister Dasani gave him a sharp look. “How did you know about that?!”

A/N: Ookay…this is waaay out of my usual writing style. And I don’t know why. Let’s hope I don’t get too goofy with it…

Ookay, its not too bad. Ha ha ha ha… . ;; Um, yeah. A bit of a sucky cliffie if I do say so myself. Ha ha ha ha. Sucky cliffie. . ; ‘Kay, done. See you next time.

Shaun belongs to Lost Citrus.

Jason belongs to Chavi West Wind.

Eric belongs to LuciferDarkChild. Aka, me.
–EDIT- Well, actually he’s my younger brother, but that doesn’t matter. He, in this story, is mine. XP