Warning: This is story is a slash. Which is a Male/Male romance. If you don't like this. Don't Read. Enough Said.

(Authors Notes: First off, to whoever is reading this story for the first time you can ignore the next sentence or sentences. This chapter has been revised! I have been told it lacks detail especially in the characters looks and different things. I would also like to thank Polompom for beta editing this chapter. This story is my first slash and I know there is a lot of high school slash stories, but I would like everyone to know that it is going to be a huge twist on the idea and not be the same over written plot line. With that said enjoy the chapter!)

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Paper Filled Hallways

Chapter 1: Higher Class Discussions

Finishing High school, some people see this as their ticket to a better future. Good grades under their belt, life long friends that will always be around for hard times ahead, and also the memories, whether they be happy or sad, each one preparing them for the future ahead. That within each experience there was a lesson that they learned. That will ultimately help them shape their future and make the right decisions. High school is one of those Big Hills that you try to climb; no matter how high and steep you always keep climbing. That could be said about life as well. In your life you are always heading towards something. That makes your life meaningful. That one thing you want to accomplish. So high school could be seen as the Big Hill or one of the smaller hills compared to the mountain that you will climb during your life.

Do you ever truly stop climbing? You spend your whole life climbing and when you think you finally reached the top you see more for you to climb. But you realize you’ll never make it. That your time has run out. So you die. Maybe your spirit carries on. It’s funny how no one will ever know. Makes you wonder. Will I ever accomplish what I want to do in life? Will I reach the top? Personally I think no one really finishes what they need to in life. That there was something they forgot or something they never got around to accomplishing. Me, I will accomplish everything. Not because I’m better or superior. I just want one thing.

Revenge.

Its funny how many people say all they want is revenge, but they never succeed. They never get back at that certain individual for whatever reason. How so many people spend their whole lives filled with those thoughts and feelings. Those promises coming out empty as you’re put into the ground. So what makes me different? What makes me so sure that I won’t end up like any of the other people before me? I have no idea. Maybe it’s because I have the chance to do it. I may not have a lot of time to do so, but still I have the chance to do it. Unlike the other people who say they will do something and never actually do it. I will do it. I have no other choice.

High school, to me, was a place I always liked to go. I mean everyone says that they hate school. They get tired of it. Everyone does, but it is a place where all your friends are. A place where if you commit some of you time and life. It will make it more enjoyable. But no one really hates it because a lot of good happens there. So what if I said that I’m never leaving these walls, that I will be stuck in this school forever. That, as the people in the future walk down these halls, they will know this school has a shadow. That I will soon taint this building, and with every whisper of ever word spoken about my story for generations, I will live on in the school forever, never leaving it.

Cause see, in the end I wasn’t happy this school turned out to be my prison. That each day I come here is one day less. One day gone. But when I’m gone I will always have all these memories with me. So I never really leave. So what does this have to do with revenge?

It’s a story that goes through my mind countless times a day. I know deep down it was entirely my fault. That I let it happen. I thought this person, after a while, had good intentions. That he was sincere. I trusted him. I fell for him. Then I started to believe he fell for me too. Until what he did to me that night. He broke me. Left me in pieces. A shell of the person I used to be.

So here I am with my head held high walking down the hallway. People watching me pass as I go. They’re all remembering and talking about the night before. The night he broke me. I loved him and he played with that. Inside these walls he is leaving me broken. So I have decided to take a piece of him with me. I’m not the only one being left broken.

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“…Ok so this monster thing comes and bites the dude’s head off. It’s so gross because of all the blood squirting everywhere.” I roll my eyes at my friend, Evan. Him and his stupid slasher flicks. Always talking about this random blonde girl getting her eyes yanked out of her head or how some freak likes to play with people’s guts. He is just a weird kid.

He isn’t a bad looking guy but is kind of a loner. He is one of those people that is extremely quiet and don’t talk unless he is with his friends. He has messy dirty blond hair that was spread over all over the place, not going past his eyes. He had chocolate brown eyes that always seemed to be darting back and forth everywhere like he was going to get jumped at any minute. He was wearing a pair of light blue jeans and a baggy black T-shirt, which covered his slim form.

“Evan! Shut Up! No one cares about you lame movies. You make me want to rip my ears off and feed them to some random individual.” I laugh at Brittany. She always seems to have this way of getting people to shut up. With her talent of being a bitch or perhaps it’s her time of the month again.

Unlike Evan, Brittany likes to let people know that she has entered the building. She may not vocally make her presence known, which she has often done. She would come in screaming that she has arrived but her style alone is enough to catch your attention. She has whip straight brown hair with pink, blue and purple streaks. She had light green eyes, which are more noticeable with the black eyeliner she wore. She was wearing a white dress shirt with a black tie, she was wearing a short black mini skirt with several black leather straps tied together to make a belt, under the skirt she wore tight dress pants, and she had her favorite pair of converse on.

“Brit Leave Evan and his little twisted mind alone.” She glares at me, which always makes me laugh. She always makes this face when she glares. It’s so damn funny because it defeats the purpose of glaring cause you laugh at her.

“Shut up!” She hits me up side the head. Well… until she hits you.

“Bitch please! If I shut up this group would be no fun at all!” I see her roll her eyes this time. She seems to be seriously annoyed today, worse then usual. From past experiences I have to say that someone did something bad to her.

“So, if you don’t mind my asking? Who shoved the stick up you ass this morning?”

“That would be Mr. Rice. Damn old perv!” She crosses her arms and leans against the locker.

Mr. Rice is our History teacher. He always had it out for Brittany, ever since she walked into his classroom. She always tends to argue with him about what actually ‘happens’ in history, so I just sit back, relax, and watch his eyes bulge out in anger. Not that I actually believe what either of them are saying now. That’s why I’m the smart one and read the textbook. And damn I love rubbing my 80 average in her face.

“What did he do this time?” Usually I wouldn’t listen to these stories. She would usually rant on for about 30 minutes. But, considering the bell to start class rings in about 3 minutes, I can get her all riled up for her gym class, which has the biggest prep in the school in it, who she hates, as it turns out. I believe what I’m doing is for the good of human kind. Not the person who is edging on a person with a gun to fire.

“The stupid prick tricked me again. Ok, so you know the World War 1 project we had to pass in yesterday?” I nod.

“Well, I told him my printer ran out of ink. I got my mom to write me a note saying it was going to be late because she forgot to buy the ink. He said that I could pass it no later then tomorrow. So I go up there, right? He says I’m docked 10 marks for it being late. Can you fucking believe that?” I nod. Hell yeah. He is one of those teachers.

“That’s unfair.” I here Evan add, entering the conversation from whatever twisted daydream he was having.

“Yeah! Really though. I mean he said it was ok. I should teach his old wrinkly ass a lesson.” Gross. I just had a mental picture of Mr. Rice’s Wrinkly ass.

“The question is how do you know he has a wrinkly ass?” I see her eyes widen and open her mouth to defend herself but Evan beats her to it.

“Hah! I knew it! Behind all that hate you both just like the bum loving!” I laugh and see her clench her fists. Evan takes this as his clue to run. She chases him down the hallway called everything she can think of, or by the sounds of it.

The bell rings and I head towards my English class.

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English Class. To me it’s just one of those classes I think is a waste of time. I mean, the name itself is pretty self-explanatory. We all know how to speak English, but we do nothing that has anything to do with actual English, only things like poetry and short stories. Learning about things like that is literature, not English.

The only upside to this class is that the teacher is completely retarded and spaces out in a discussion. We usually don’t do anything besides read a story and answer questions. So I usually relax in this class.

I walk over to my assigned seat and sit down. Another downer of this class is that I’m assigned next to the school jock, Dean. He, like almost every jock is an asshole. What makes it worse is that he is a hot asshole. Admitting this makes my standards low but I have to give credit where it is needed.

He was like any other Jock with a handsome face and muscular body. He was wearing his School football leather jacket with a tight red T-shirt underneath, he wore baggy worn out jeans and ended his jock appearance with a pair of Nike sneakers. He has brown hair that was spiked in the front, which showed off his smooth clear skin, his eye color was a light brown but looked green because of the green speckles that were dotted on his eye.

The teacher walks in and sits down at his desk. He gave us a story to read and questions. I decided to get it done so I could listen to some music.

Halfway through the story I was interrupted by a note flying on my book. I pick it up and look over at Dean who is waving at me. I open up the note and it says ‘Hey!’ I wonder what the hell he wants. I reply

‘What do you want?’

He writes back.

‘Little harsh don’t you think? I was only trying to be nice.’

Nice my ass.

‘Right, cause your all about being Nice. It’s one of your better qualities.’

‘Really? I think so too!’

‘Don’t you know when a person is being sarcastic?’

‘Yeah. I can hear it when the paper speaks to me.’

‘Hah! So full of laughs huh?’

‘I’m a funny guy.’

‘Yeah. The kids you beat on are all chuckling when you fist collides with their faces.’

Dean and his posse of players from whatever sport they decide to play. They all like to prey on the weak. As much as I would like to say that our school is one those schools where cliques and different years don’t matter, that would be wrong, considering this place is always a war zone.

‘Yeah then we have a couple of beers afterwards. Great times!’

‘Yeah, whatever. Stop writing to me. I don’t like you. Plus, it might ruin your popularity status or something.’

‘No. Besides, there’s no need to worry about that. I could always say you’re a fag that wouldn’t stop writing me love notes.’

I laugh. Like hell that would ever happen. I may be gay, but I’m not that desperate.

‘You’d like that wouldn’t you.’

‘You know it baby!’

‘Whatever now stop passing me notes.’

‘Do you think I’m sexy?’

What the hell is this about? I look over at Dean. He seems to be in the middle of answering a question to do with the story.

‘Why would you like to know?’

‘I want to know if I can get a guy hot and bothered’

‘Shouldn’t the thought of another guy getting off on another guy gross you out or something?’

‘Not really, now answer the question.’

‘Whatever. Stop Talking to me.’

‘I take that as a ‘Yes?’’

‘Whatever you need to hear.’

He never wrote back after that. I got up and rushed out of the classroom once the bell rang. I headed towards my second period class. I wonder what that was all about. That guy and me never had a decent conversation our whole lives and now he wants to know if I think he is hot. This enforces my thought about how straight people can be so desperate. They take it where they think they can get it.

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“She is a stupid bitch!” I take a bite into my sandwich as I listen to Brittany rant about the Big Ass Prep. Lunch is one of the few periods that I enjoy, even though it technically isn’t a period. But oh well. You know, who cares? We get 54 minutes to do whatever we want (As long is doesn’t break any school rules). Which is great considering this school sucks.

“So explain to me again, why is she a bitch?” I ask her. I might actually listen to her this time. I see Evan sit down beside Brittany.

“Look Evan you’re just in time for Brit to tell us why the Bitch is a bitch.” Yeah that sort of confused me. But anyways, back to Brittany’s story.

“…So we got our teams picked for volley ball. I was on the opposite team. Then, when the game started I looked over at her. She was giggling and pointing at me. As you both know.” She shoved Evan

“I was already pissed off beyond belief, so I took the volleyball. Spiked that sucker at her face and broke her nose.” I hear Evan make this were cackling nose. I think the thought of all the blood got him all… well I don’t know what it got him. Gross thoughts.

“Question, how does that make her the Bitch? You’re the one who broke her nose?” She picked up her French fry and ate it.

“Because, my dear friend, she was talking about me and I gave her what she deserved.” At moments like these Brit really freaks me out. I have to make another mental note to never piss her off.

“God Brittany, you’re such a beast.” I laugh and shake my head at this comment. Evan. What a fool. Does he ever learn? I see Brittany tackle Evan off his chair on to the floor.

Then, when a tray lands on one side of me, I look up and see Dean. He smiles and sits down.

“How are you?” What the hell is he doing here? What does he want? I mean seriously. This is the second time today, he obviously wants something. It’s annoying the hell out of me. I just want him to leave

“What do you want?” he smiles and takes a bite of his pizza.

“Harsh. I thought we already dealt with this kind of hostility this morning during English.” You mean by me telling you to leave me alone?

“Right. Now can you leave? I don’t want you sitting here.” He shrugged and started to get up.

“Hey, why are you here?” I look across the table at Brittany who is sitting back in her seat. Evan, I’m hoping, is still alive on the floor.

“I just wanted to sit down and talk to my friend Anthony here.” She glances at me and says

“Then why are you leaving? Sit back down! Let’s have a chat.” He nods and sits down. I can’t believe she just did that. She knows I hate him! She hates him too! What the hell is going on?

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Those two can talk. They have been going on steady for little over a half an hour. I sigh. Thank god lunch is over soon. Evan finally decided to let us know he is alive about 10 minutes after Dean sat down. I have been talking to him most of the time, which, surprisingly, had nothing to do with gore of any kind. People can still get surprised these days, huh?

I kept on noticing Dean giving me looks. He would be talking to Brittany and he would glance over in my direction. It is really creepy too. Brittany noticed the looks as well, because she is giving me looks. I wonder… would it be insane to say that I’m getting kind of paranoid right now? I’m thinking it isn’t but hey you never know.

“Dean!” I flinch as I here this shrieking noise come towards us. Ashley is running to us. Ashley is Christina’s (the Big bitch prep) right hand man or girl or whatever they like to call it over there. She sat down on Dean’s lap, sticking her tongue down his throat. I really don’t mind people kissing in public. I’m not one of those people to go ‘Ew! Get a room!’ I really don’t care. But this… this is gross. It’s like they are eating each other’s faces and mouths. It is rather disturbing.

I hear a growling noise and I was thinking ‘Hey, if you are going to be animalistic and eat each other, you might as well play the part.’ That was until I saw Brittany and she was the one that was growling.

She is growling. I can’t believe it. Is that even normal? Humans can growl?

When they finally decide they are full they pull back. I’m honest to god surprised they still have mouths left.

“Why are you here, Dean? You were supposed to sit with us at lunch today.” I swear I just flinched at every word that came out of her mouth. Her voice is that squeaky. It is unreal.

“He wanted to sit with us today Bitch, but you’re not welcome.” Brittany grinds out angrily. So I’m thinking she is either jealous or hates the prep. I’m not entirely sure now because she let jock face sit here in the first place.

“No one asked you.” I sighed. Screw this. I get up and say “Later”. I’m not sticking around to see Brittany explode for the third… or maybe fourth time today. Poor Evan. I think he is afraid to get up.

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At my locker I keep on thinking about what the hell is Dean trying to do. I mean, he always hated me. I always disliked him. He gave me nothing but crap growing up and now he suddenly wants to be friends or whatever is going through his mind. Whatever it is, I’m not going to let it bother me and we certainly won’t be friends. No matter what happens.

I feel someone gently tap my shoulder. I look over and see Dean.

“What do you want?” He shrugs and looks down at his shoes.

“I um I – “He stutters over his words. I look at his hands. They have been made into fists. I knew he wasn’t going to hit me because he wouldn’t be looking down at his feet.

“You what?” I press on farther, just wanting to get this over with so I can get on with the rest of my life.

“I want to know if you wanted…” He stops to take a shaky breath. I sigh. I start to turn around until he grabs me by the shoulders forcing me to look at him.

“I want to know if you want to go out with me.”

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