A/N: Summary: He keeps a diary, and I stole it. He spills out his confessions, and I read them…only now, I wished I hadn’t. Ceyo…it can’t be true…by Derek57 xxx

Nettles Become Petals

Prologue

Morning

“I hear there’s a new kid!”

“What was his name again?”

“Senno…no wait, it was Seeyo…no, that’s not it…”

I roll my eyes. God, all girls ever do is GOSSIP. I walk on, not particularly enlightened upon overhearing this conversation. I hate new kids, their so stupid and they don’t know ANYTHING. The crimson and silver school gates come into view. It’s a depressing sight. Another stupid shit day at this stupid hell hole. Scuffing my new shoes on the tarmac, I walk on, head down, hands in pockets, lost in my own little daydreams. I wonder what it would be like if people LIKED me at this school. I continue wondering…until I see those bright grey eyes.

It’s a kid. Dunno how old he is; I’ve never seen him before. He looks about fourteen at a guess…and he keeps smiling at me. What’s he doing that for? I don’t bother returning that stupid grin.

“What you staring at me for freak?” I snap. Wow, that felt good. Yeah, yeah, call me a bully, but I hate it when people try and be friendly with me. I have no real friends anyway, so why should I start trying to make some now? He stops smiling abruptly. I roll my eyes again and head off to first class.

First Period

Uh, damn it. First period and it HAS to be Social studies. My WORST subject; you can imagine why.

Guess I forgot to introduce myself. TOLD you I’m crap at socializing. Well, my names Ray and lived 16 years on this Godforsaken planet. Yeah, you might have guessed I’m a bit of a loner but seriously, I LIKE it that way. Mind you it’s not like I didn’t TRY and make friends when I started this high school. Just because of the way I’m dressed and people don’t come near me.

I’m wearing my usual black hoodie and baggy black trousers. Not to mention my green and black converses. Oh, they rock.

Mum went mad at me for buying them, well, they WERE expensive. Mind you, she totally hit the roof when I dyed my hair black and pierced my lip too. Well, that just the way I am. “No wonder he has no friends”. Yeah, whatever, I know what you think. No sweat, I’m used to it.

Anyways, what am I doing? Oh yeah. Back to reality.

Sitting at the back of the classroom with my feet on the table. Gradually…falling…to sleep…z…z…z…

Oh, right. Sorry.

The doors squeaks open and I open my eyes suddenly. Someone peeks their head round, well, I guess so. All I saw was a mop of fluffy brown hair. The door closes now with quite a slam. I close my eyes again, resuming my daydream…

“Skartavus!” barks a voice, “Wake up!” I immediately and rather foolishly jump out of my freaking skin upon hearing my surname, yelled at me across a giggling class.

“Uh…Yessir!” I shoot up and automatically pose a salute like I’m standing in the military or something, yeah, how dumb is that? People laugh at me like manic hyenas on caffeine and I blush. I curse and scowl devilishly at Mr. Warren as I kick my chair violently and slump back down onto it.

After calming down, I begin drawing on my hand in ink. There, it’s a masterpiece. It’s me, attacking Sir with a mallet and a chainsaw. Die Sir, die in vain. MUHAHAHA! Ahem…

“Skartavus!” shouts that bloody teacher again…man, say my name ONE more time and I’ll…argh! “Quit doodling!” I shoot him the daggers and mutter almost half insanely to myself slamming the pen down on the desk.

I resume my original position; alone, at the back of the class, Converses perched lazily on the table, hands behind my head, eyes closed. I yawn.

The door opens again and I open one eye to observe the teachers face at yet ANOTHER interruption.

Bloody hell! Not that freak again. He’s the one that smiled at me earlier. You know, the kid the grey eyes and brown hair? Hmm, try and make friends with me will you? Oh, what the hell do I care?

He walks over nervously to Mr. Warren who places his hand fatherly on the lads shoulder. No ways is that kid 16 years old! He looks so much younger…not to mention such a nerd.

He has scruffy mousy brown hair and smart glasses slipping steadily down his freckled nose. He has glittering wolf-grey eyes and a smile fixed PERMANANTLY to his lips. I wish he’s stop it. He looks a little shorter than me, but I’m tall anyway, so it’s expected.

I close my eye and ignore his childish smiles. He looks really nervous. That’s ANOTHER one scared out his wits at the sight of me. Oh well.

“Well class, it seems we have ourselves a new student!” I just about hear ‘the evil git that hates me’ say. I switch off again and he mentions something about Sweden, grade A’s, and something daft sounding like ‘Say-o’. If you really think I could care less, you’ll be shocked to hear you’re wrong.

“Skartavus!” he yells for the third fucking time this period. I glare.

“Yeah! What!” I snap as I shift my position to an even MORE rebellious ‘I’m-not-listening-to-you’ posture.

He chuckles slyly. Oh shit. I hate the sound of this. He’s a madman with a grudge against me. Seriously.

“Skartavus, I’m leaving Ceyo in your hands” I sit up. “You can show him around, help him out…and maybe even try and make friends with him…Go on Ceyo, off you go.”

Okay, NOW I’m wide awake; mouth open staring at that devious bastard. Oh shit, here comes the kid. He trots nervously over; a think pile of books and folders clutched dearly to his skinny little body. He sits down and is STILL smiling. I watch him furiously as he sits down opposite me; peeking through my messy black fringe. Stop grinning at me for God’s sake!

I don’t like this…not ONE bit. There is NO way I’m babysitting a geek.

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