Toxicity.

Rating: M.

Written by: SamiSerga

Date Written: November 20th 2007

Date Typed: January 2nd -14th 2008.

Beta’d: January 14th 2008.

Posted: January 15th 2008.

Beta’d by: SamiSERGA & A.J.ASM.

Summary: Toxicity is, the epitome of drama, it is unstable, it is perfect, it is shallow, it is life.

Disclaimer: I do not own all of Toxicity’s twists, plot lines and characters, those that are not mine, are those of ZeeKay.

Chapter One:

“Each day I feel so hollow, Inside always beating me.”

Got the Life : KoRn

I awoke, to the sound of my alarm clock, such an annoying sound, the persistent shrieking, I can hear it still in my mind: “beep, beep, beep.” I got up after 20 minutes of gazing off into space, I could no longer stand the sound. It was so intrusive, it was as if the walls I gazed at were moving to the rhythm of the unending beeping. As I sat up searching the night side table for my glasses, I knocked over a glass of water I was drinking the night before. Stupidly, I went to pick it up, forgetting about my glasses, all of a sudden I felt a sharp stinging pain shoot through the palm of my hand. The glass must have broken when it hit the ground. With my good hand I shoved on my glasses and turned off the alarm clock before the neighbors started to complain. Looking at my hand I stared at the blood that was tricking down my palm. I walked hastily into the small bathroom and cleaned out the cut with ease and expertise. Then I shuffled back into my room seizing the broom and dustpan on the way. Quickly I cleaned up the glass, after dumping the content of the dustpan into the garbage I got a piece of paper towel, dampened it and ran it over the bed room floor making sure all of the glass was gone, the last thing I needed to do was cut my foot later!

I glanced at the clock, it was only a quarter after seven, not late enough for m eat without getting sick, not late enough for me to do anything, the school was only about a 20 minute walk, which meant I had an hour before I have to even think of leaving, I went to the fridge and pulled out a container of grape juice, and went and grabbed a plastic glass, pouring myself enough for a couple mouthfuls, after finishing my beverage, I rinsed out the glass and went to my bedroom and clicked on my laptop, the gift I had been given from my Aunt and Grandmother when I turned 18. I wandered around my room stuffing random books and notepads into my book bag, and picking out my cloths for the day. I stopped for a moment to listen for my mother wondering if she was awake yet. I glanced over at my laptop, opening my E-mail to see if I had any new E-mails, or rather if I had any important ones. After establishing all of the messages were just frostbite comments I shut the web browser, deciding that I’d read the reviews later, standing up and glancing at the clock once again I decided I needed or rather should take a shower. Throwing my cloths on the bed, and grabbing some towels, I walked back into the bathroom, shutting the door behind me, I stared into space for a few seconds before rapidly locking the door and turning on the shower to heat up the water. Quickly sliding out of my pajamas and throwing them into the hamper, I checked the waters temperature before sliding in. When the hot spray hit my body it relaxed every muscle I had. Slowly and unwillingly I grabbed a wash cloth and scrubbed every inch of my body. I then grabbed the bottle of shampoo and squeezed out a palm full, lathering it into my hair and massaging my scalp, enjoying the intoxicating aroma of mixed berries fill the air. In the few minutes I rinsed every trace of shampoo out of my hair, and reluctantly, I shut off the spray and got out of the shower, I then wrapped a towel around my hair and grabbed the other one to towel off my pale skin.

I wrapped the towel around my hips and I walked back into my room , listening for movement from my mothers room, still nothing. I shuffled over to my bed dressing in faded and ripped black jeans and a faded red shirt. Taking the towel off of my head, I carefully brushed out my tresses, and then pulled my hair into a loose ponytail, with my bands falling out of the holder. Grabbing my favorite black hoodie and putting on my old ratty black Chuck Taylor’s high tops, I grabbed my bag and went out to the small kitchenette, grabbing a box of cereal out of the cupboard and milk from the fridge, I poured myself a bowl of cereal, eating it slowly making sure to chew every bite. When I was finished I put the milk and cereal back in there places, and placed the bowl in the sink. I gazed at the clock which read 10 after 8, So I casually walked to the door of my mothers room gently knocking on it. After there was no response I entered, approaching her I gently shook her and then when her eyes fluttered open I whispered

“Mom, I’m going to school now.” She rolled over and mumbled something incoherent which I suspect was her acknowledging me. Walking out of her room, and grabbing my book bag off the floor where I had carelessly abandoned it, I set out for school, ready to start a rumor filled day.

The weather was unseasonably cool, for a mid-spring day it was freezing, however it was refreshing, as I was walking towards the school I heard all kinds of chatter from other students that were walking to school, but then it hit me, this chatter, it wasn’t normal high school chatter, this chatter was about me. Pulling up my hood I continued along the cold hard cement sidewalk to purgatory. When I reached the gates of the school, the overwhelming stench of fear violated my senses, I don’t know why the familiar smell of a school nauseated me, but it did, and it overwhelmed me. Slowly and as calmly as I could, I walked into the building towards the office.

The secretary was a nasty piece of work, with a high nasally voice she asked me in a rude tone, what I wanted, when I told her that I was the new student Nich Svichkar, she told me to wait here until she got the principal. I waited for what felt like hours before a hideously obese man walked up to me with various sheets of paper. After shaking his chubby and sweaty hand, he directed me to his office, where he went through my schedule with me.

He then gave me that “I don’t want to causing any trouble” spiel and sent me off with a pink slip to get into class. Somehow, just from the feel of this place and the gossip that was circulating, I could tell immediately, it was going to be one of those days.

REMNANT’S P.O.V

So, it seems the rumors are true, there really is a new student joining us, isn’t it a bit late in the year for someone to join us? I mean it’s just about the middle of spring. Whatever it’s probably just some head case that needed to move in with relatives because he couldn’t stand his parents. Although, I heard this new student has dark reasons for his transfer, then again, this school feeds off of rumors and drama, so should I even take the word around the school seriously? I pondered on this thought for several moments before being interrupted, by a boy about my age with long red hair and two different colour eyes, he walked into the class room and handed a pink slip to the teacher. I noticed, that I wasn’t the only one staring at him, the entire class was. This confirming my first thoughts as he walked into the classroom, there was no way I had missed this boy, if he’d been in our class for months. The teacher cleared her throat to take the attention off the boy standing there, then her spoke in her phlegmy hoarse voice

“Everyone, this is Nich Svichkar, he’s a new student here, I would like you to welcome him to the class.” She then looked at Nich and spoke again

“Would you like to introduce yourself?” The boy nodded slightly and spoke in his flawless and musical voice.

“My name is Nich, people usually call me N. I’m 18 and I just moved here with my mother, I don’t want you to care about me and even if you do, I sure as hell won’t return the favor.” He spoke the words so casually it left the teacher speechless. When she finally gathered herself she could mutter was a feeble

“Please take your seat.” With that he casually walked to one of the two empty seats in the class, of course one of those seats had to be beside me. I was hit immediately with his scent, he if someone could bottle the scent of forbidden fruit, it would be how he smelled, and if he smelled that good, what did he taste like... I struggled with that thought for the entire period, when the bell finally rang, I almost rushed out of the class room, once outside it was easier to forget the thoughts I had been having. Now all I wanted to know what how could some random guy, I didn’t even know make me feel the way I did in that classroom? Especially when I’m suppose to have this great boyfriend. Second class dragged on, it was the same old, same old. Except that all of the chatter was revolving around the new student.

The new student Nich Svichkar. Everyone was wondering the same things, what was his story, who was he, and why did he come here of all places? By lunch I just wanted to leave for the day, but of course with my crappy luck I had an English assignment due final period. I walked over to where I always sat, except the table was empty. My four friends were still away, they had taken a trip to Florida this weekend, unfortunately for me I had a photo shoot and couldn’t go with them, instead I was left alone, with Julian, my boyfriend. Soon after I sat down, he joined me, with a smile and a peck on the cheek. Then he told me about it, Korrine, the biggest whore and wannabe celebrity there probably has ever been at this school. She was going to confront the new boy about his red hair, because that’s how she wanted it to be. After he mentioned that we filled the gap with meaningless chatter, usually we’d have a great time at lunch, but then again, there was usually four other people around to keep it eventful. He asked me how my photo shoot went, ugh, photo shoot, pictures developed, call backs, today, damn it, and I need to get groceries... I told him my photo shoot went fine, leaving out what I did with that other model after the shoot. Just as I was about to ask him what he did this weekend, to keep my loving boyfriend from freaking out at me, it happened. Korrine in all her whorry glory approached the new kid, who I hadn’t noticed until just now was sitting on the steps of the school, at first N. didn’t even give her the time of day, that was until she started yelling at him, and even then he just looked up at her with cold eyes and simply said

“Do you have a problem?” And that was all it took, she grabbed him by the sleeve of the his jacket and started to scream at him about how he had to pick a new hair colour because only she was allowed to have red hair, she was about to get violent with the help of her posse until a clear voice rang out from behind Nich

“Korrine, we all know if your face didn’t cause mass fear in people there would be at least 10 other red heads in this school.”

NICH’S POV.

I walked into the classroom, and I handed the teacher the pink slip, she then introduced me to the class when she asked me to tell them about myself, I told them all they needed to know, my nickname, age and that I didn’t care about them, and that I didn’t want them to care about me. With that I went and sat down, not paying attention to the stares I was receiving. I started to write the newest chapter of frostbite, getting absolutely engrossed in the writing, I didn’t realize that class had ended until everyone started to file out, I quickly put my books into my bag and walked towards my other class. My next class flew by as well, I suspect because I was writing, come lunch time I had managed to write about 18 pages of the next chapter of frostbite. When the bell rang for lunch, I started to hear chatter about some chick named Carin, Corn, Korrine, or something like that apparently she was angry at me, who knows why. I sat down on the cement steps and went back to my writing, I was completely unaware of my surroundings until some girl with red hair walked up to me, she was ranting about something and I asked her if she had a problem, and then she grabbed me by the sleeve of my hoodie and told me that I had to dye my hair because only she could have red hair. Before I could reply with something snide, a females voice rang from behind me.

“Korrine, we all know if your face didn’t cause mass fear in people there would be at least 10 other red heads in this school.” all of a sudden Korrine let go of me and gave the girl behind me a dirty look and stormed off.

“Hey, you must be Nich.” She said as she sat down beside me.

“What does it matter?” I murmured frostily as I closed my notepad, and glanced at the cold stone steps, that were beneath me.

“I was just wondering, my name is Aer Serga.” She said with a sincere voice, and for once in my life, I couldn’t detect a hint of false sincerity in her voice.

“I’m Nich, you can call me N. though.” I replied looking at her for the first time since she had appeared, she wasn’t anything special, kind of plain, she had regular female features, and she probably wouldn’t stand out in a crowd, if she didn’t have the underside of her jet black hair dyed flawless silver, and two facial piercings. She returned my gaze with her piercing emerald orbs, she smiled and pulled a piece of paper out of her pocket.

“N. What are you doing after school?” She suddenly asked me staring at the cement steps.

“Nothing, I’ll probably go home and work on my novel.” I stated wondering why she had asked me such a question anyway.

“I was wondering if after my band practice, you’d like to go do something like binge on fast food, or whatever.” She said pulling out a can of soda out of her bag and opening it

“What time does your band practice get out at?” I asked curiously, normally I wouldn’t bother to bond with anyone, but Aer, she was different she was real, she realized she was only human, and right then and there I decided that if I was going to befriend anyone, it would have to be her.

“Usually around 4:30.” She answered taking a sip of her soda.

“Where would you like to go?” I asked taking her soda and drinking some of it, something that implied that we’d been friends for years, something that implied trust.

“I don’t really care, there’s this mandarin Chinese place that just opened up that I’ve wanted to try.” She said stealing back her soda and drinking some of it.

“That sounds great.” I said grinning.

“Excellent.” Came her reply as she glanced at her watch. “Look at the time, the bells going to ring in 5 minutes, meet me in the band room at the end of the day.” She added before spinning on her heels and running up the steps and into the school. I followed behind her, much more slowly, perfectly aware of the blue eyes that were gazing at me, boring into my back, and watching my every move.

(I was going to end the chapter about there, but it’s obviously much to short!

My fourth and fifth block classes went by with incredible haste, I don’t even remember them starting let lone finishing. I finished the chapter of Frostbite I was working on, by then end of fifth block, and come sixth block, I was tired and pretty much fed up with class. I slowly and unwillingly drug my feet all the way to seventh block, and English class. I only recognized one person in my English class, and suspect that was because he was in my first block history, apparently there was almost no point in my coming to this class, since they were passing in essays and presenting them for the majority of the class. I sat there gazing off into space, thinking about nothing in particular, I unwillingly glanced over at the boy across the room when they called his name, Remnant. I don’t know why I hadn’t realized who it was in History, but I knew exactly who he was now. Remnant, the world famous model, he was always gracing the cover of at least one magazine each month, but what exactly was he doing in public school? And why wouldn’t he stop looking at me? I mean, It was just, weird, and slightly unnerving. The way his blue eyes bore into the back of my skull, as if he was searching for something. A piece of me wanted to turn around and yell at him to stop staring at me, and yet, I didn’t do it.

About half way through the class the teacher stopped the essays and told everyone that for the last 20 minutes of class, we would be doing a small literary assignment on an online novel. It shook me to the core when I realized that the excerpt was from frostbite, she then quickly assigned us into groups of two and three, I didn’t realize that I had been partnered with Remnant until he sat down beside me.

“Hello.” Came Remnant’s pleasant and soft voice.

“Hi.” I replied looking at the paper that held the excerpt from my novel.

“So, you’re N.” He said casually.

“Yes, I’m N.” I replied reading the questions the teacher had written for this particular excerpt.

“Welcome to Boston.” Came Remnant’s voice as he looked at the questions as well.

“Thanks, ugh, these questions are ridiculous.” I muttered secretly infuriated by the teachers pathetic questions.

“This teacher is obsessed with frostbite.” Came Remnant’s reply. “It’s so annoying.” He added looking at me again and smiling.

“Do you mind.” I muttered looking at him slightly irritated.

“Pardon?” He asked.

“Stop staring at me.” I said giving Remnant a cold glare.

“Oh sorry.” Said Remnant, with a grin he glanced down at the paper.

“You better be.” I muttered as the bell signaling the end of the day sounded. I glanced at Remnant once more and I swear I saw him smiling at me as he walked out of the class room.

I slowly made my way to the band room memorizing each corridor I took, stopping at my locker on the way. By the time I reached the band room the show bands performance was in full swing, I slowly and quietly walked in and went over to a chair sitting down and pulling out the stupid English assignment and jotting down brief answers, that would hopefully appease the teacher, I then pulled out a math sheet and quickly answered every answer on the sheet and chucked it aside. Then I just sat back, closed my eyes and listened to the music. Aer’s voice was not the typical female voice, her’s was deeper, more jazzy and very punk rock. It was outstanding, alluring and amazing. I could tell I would enjoy listening to her sing, and to the band itself was amazing. The two guitarist’s were unbelievably well trained, the drummer probably one of the best I’d ever heard, and together, they had charisma and chemistry, they played as if they had been playing together for months, years, for a very long time. I understood the gossip now, I understood why people spoke of Aer, and of the show band.

When the show band practice was out, Aer excitedly approached me, asking me what I thought, I realized then, that this was her passion just as writing was mine. The only difference was she was good at her passion. As we walked out of the school we chattered about music and bands. Our interests and what we were taking at school, just various things, normal chatter. When we got to her car she asked me if I wanted to stop at home and drop off my stuff. I declined, even if Aer and I were becoming friends fast, I wasn’t ready to show her my living conditions, not yet that is.

“So this Chinese place, what types of food do they serve?” I asked gently, glancing out the window at the passing buildings.

“It’s all vegetarian dishes, rice, dumplings, spring rolls, vegetarian sushi, my roommate already went, he said the food was delicious.” She said adding in a casual tone “Apparently they have weird hours though.” She then reached for the stereo and clicked the CD player on and we sat in near silence listening to a gut wrenching ballad by an Italian metal band, until I broke the silence.

“Why did you approach me at lunch?” My curiosity was burning me like hot wax from a candle.

“Because you didn’t deserve to be alone because you were new.” She said casually keeping her eyes trained on the road..

“You honestly thought that?” Came my surprised response as I stared at my hands, my bangs falling over my eyes.

“Of course! Why wouldn’t I?” She asked curiously.

“I just figured that the rumors would keep everyone away.” That was the last thing said for the remaining duration of the ride. We arrived at a cute little oriental house that I assumed was the restaurant, the exterior was bright and happy, the interior was much the same. There were bright paintings on the walls, and many ornaments from China. The tables were high rising and beautiful benches upholstered with Chinese fabrics. No more then a few moments after sitting down the waiter come over and gave us menu’s. I realized almost immediately that it must be a family run restaurant. Aer and I browsed through the menu, everything looked so delicious, and it took us way more time that it should have to decide on what to order. I ended up getting a stuffed bun, and vegetarian sushi, and to drink, and ice chocolate to drink. Aer got spring rolls, and a stuffed bun with a lemonade, which I may of drank about half of. As we ate we chattered about random things, like the unseasonably cold weather, show’s that were scheduled, just anything. I learned that she was kicked out of her house when she was 17 and has lived in an apartment with her roommate, who was never actually there, but he paid the rent. That she had a boyfriend who was attending university in New York, and that her and her father hated each other. I told her tidbits about myself to, I was just careful not to tell her to much. All I mentioned was that my father died when I was 13 and I moved her with my mother from Phoenix, Arizona. Never once did she ask me if the rumors about my move were true.

After we finished eating we walked around for a bit before getting back into her car. She invited me to her apartment for a couple hours since the night was still young. I agreed to go for a few hours, sure that my mother would handle and look after herself. Aer’s apartment was a two bedroom apartment with plenty of space for maybe 3 occupants to live there, but seeing as only two people rented it, and one actually resided there, it was very large and had lots of room. As we walked in and dropped our bags and kicked off our shoes, she ran over to the fridge and grabbed two soda’s from the fridge and tossed one my way. Of course with my inability to catch things, I missed it and it hit the wall behind me with a smacking noise. Surprisingly it didn’t burst. All Aer could do was laugh at me.

“So N. what are you interested in?” She asked as she slid across the small kitchenette floor.

“Writing for the most part.” I answered casually, opening my soda and taking a swig from it, and nearly choking on it.

“What do you write about?” She asked.

“I write about various issues from certain persona’s point of view.” I muttered unwilling to tell her about frostbite.

“Have you posted any of your stories online?” She asked as she sat down on the couch.

“Yes, I’ve posted a few.” I said as I sat down on the chair.

“I’d love to read them.” Aer said, completely honest.

“I’d rather not tell you about them, I doubt you’d believe I wrote them” I muttered remembering the disbelief peers in Arizona had.

“Try me.” She stated simply.

“I wrote frostbite.” I said, secretly challenging her.

“Oh, I already figured that out. I meant other works of fiction.” She said calmly, I knew I had an expression on my face that resembled a fish out of water.

“B-but how?” I said attempting to regain my composure, but truly failing.

“I saw you writing it at lunch.” She said with a serene expression on her face.

“I see.” Was all I could say as I replayed lunch over and over again in my head.

“So, have to written anything else?” Aer asked again, with a small laugh, more then likely at the face I was making.

“My other writing alias is Nen’.” I muttered watching her expression change, it was her turn to look like a fish out of water.

“You write under the alias of the most flamed novelist on the web.” She said staring at me with this unfathomable expression plastered across her features.

“Nen’ is only flamed because he contradicts every frostbite review, be it good, or bad.” I said with a bitter laugh.

“That’s why I never read his stuff, because he was always this troll on the frostbite comment page, and yet it’s you. The same person who writes frostbite.” Looking at me she added, “N. you’re unbelievable.” And before I would reply to her comment a voice sounded from the doorway.

“Aer, is it alright if I crash here for the night?” Came his voice as he walked into the room, his multi-coloured hair framing his angelic face perfectly. Our eyes met and he froze, and unknown emotion shimmering in his eyes.

REMNANT’S POV.

When last class let out I left the class room with a gentle smile gracing my face. When I got out, I went quickly to my locker piling my stuff into my bag, I then rushed to Julian’s locker, pulling him into an embrace, I smiled into his neck and whispered.

“Julian, let yourself into the apartment. I have some stuff I have to do before I get home.” He smiled and gave me a small kiss and said,

“I’ll see you later then.” And he walked down the corridor towards the buses. I ran out to my car, it looked like it could rain at any possible moment, just great my hair would be ruined if it rained. I got into my Lexus, and started it, but before peeling out of the schools parking lot as I usually did, I rested my head against the steering wheel, sighing gently. Why couldn’t I get him off my mind? Was it those unusual, and unnatural eyes, silken hair, with his contrasting and almost translucent skin. Or was it that mysterious, and to himself personality. I didn’t know, all I knew was something about him was magnetic, and seemingly poisonous. Sighing, and glancing at the clock I revved the engine, and sped out of the parking area, driving off to the call back I was already dreadfully late for. When I arrived I rushed in apologizing about how late I was. When I got into Kris’ office and sat down, he smiled at me, one of his mysterious smiles. I figured he wanted me to give him a quickie, or something of the sort, but he surprised me. He smiled wider and standing up he told me the news, the news that made my day.

“Remnant, you made the cover of Vogue.” He said, his smile becoming more prominent, only once before had I been on Vogue’s cover, and I’d been on it with my mother. I didn’t expect to ever be on it either, I mean I don’t exactly look like a vogue model. I’m not blonde, tan, and I certainly don’t have a bob cut. I actually have black and green hair, that graces the small of my back, and I’m pale, almost as translucent as he is. After a bunch of thank you’s and a very quick visit with the photographer who shot my Vogue worthy photo’s, I drove to the grocery store. I figured my friends would like to come home to food in the fridge. As I was paying for everything at the check out, my phone rang, I looked at the caller ID and I answered it. Before I could even spit out a greeting, Julian’s voice sounded.

“Where the hell are you Remnant?” He asked obviously angry that he was being kept waiting.

“I’m walking out of the grocery store and heading towards my car.” I answered casually as I opened the trunk of my Lexus.

“Get home soon.” He snapped angrily before the phone went dead. That was when I realized it, Julian was no longer who I wanted, and I wanted out. I drove back to the apartment I shared with my friends, internally struggling with and debating how I should break the news to him, I decided that I would just play it by ear in the end, an unusual and welcome change from my usual means of breaking up.

Cheating.

As I walked in, Julian came over to me, still angry or irritated or well, both.. I walked over to the refrigerator, bag of groceries in tow, and I opened the door letting it hit the wall, I slowly and carefully piled beverages and food into it. I then asked him,

“What is it?” Not really caring about what he had to say, that is until he said it.

“You owe me an apology.” His anger lacing around every word he spoke like a ribbon.

“I don’t owe you anything Julian, I told you I was going to be late.” I said, showing my slight irritation with him.

“Not this late. What were you doing sleeping with your manager?” He asked glaring at me, and that was it, that was all it took, it was my breaking point. I spun around and told him exactly what was on my mind, told him the words that one should bite there tongue and not voice.

“I’m not staying here tonight. So get out, and don’t come back.” I said it in a frosty and cool tone that rivaled or even matched that of N. Svichkar, something I thought impossible.

“What?” Was the only pitiful word he managed to utter.

“You heard me.” I hissed as I grabbed my bag, and jacket and walked out the door. I rapidly went to my car, and got into my car, pulling out of the designated parking area for residents of this apartment, and speeding up the road, before he could stop be, before my conscious could stop me.

I arrived at the apartment I rented with Aer in a matter of 15 minutes, probably because I was driving over the speed limit, funny how I didn’t get pulled over by the cops, seeing as I passed several of them, and there suppose to be cracking down of people speeding, however, all you need is a fancy car and they back off. I sat in my car for a few moments, calming down before I went in, slowly when I was calm enough I got out of the car and casually walked into the building, using the card key to get in, I walked 3 flights of stairs, avoiding the elevator, because the old thing’s cables could snap at any moment sending the elevator plummeting to the basement. When I arrived at the door, I paused for a few moments, before casually and calmly grabbing the door knob and opening the door. When it was half opened I spoke,

“Aer, is it alright if I crash here for the night?” Opening the door the rest of the way and I froze in position when my blue eyes met his multi-coloured ones.

“Remnant, this apartment is just as much your as it is mine.” Aer said breaking the spell that had once been in the air.

“Thanks.” I said with a smile as I kicked off my shoes and walked over and sat beside her on the couch, losing my bag somewhere along the way.

“I’m curious Remnant, you only ever come here after a breakup.” She said with a chuckle.

“You know me way to well, Julian and I are over.” I said my smile widening at just how perceptive Aer was.

“But Julian and you were so perfect, I thought you would last forever.” She said her voice full of mock honesty.

“Maybe to well, since I’m sure you know that was the last thing I wanted to hear.” I said jabbing her in the shoulder.

“Hey! Don’t do that.” She said as she puffed out her cheeks like a child would and jabbed me back in the ribs.

“Is there any food here?” I asked knowing the answer already.

“Obviously, haven’t you eaten?” She asked me rolling her eyes as I jumped up and ran to the fridge, grabbing an apple out of it.

“No, I didn’t have time.” I said before taking a bite of my apple, and walking over to the couch, “Hey Nich.” I said as I sat down realizing we had been ignoring him.

“Hi.” He said avoiding eye contact with me.

“How was your date?” I asked sarcasm coating my sickeningly sweet voice.

“It wasn’t a date.” Came Nich’s voice.

“That’s what you want me to think.” I said, just top be annoying.

“It was nothing.” Aer responding, melodramatically.

“Sure.” I said, implications in every letter of that simple little word.

“Remnant, nothing happened, nothing will happen, I’m not interested in females.” He stopped abruptly, now he had done it. Both Aer and myself stared at him.

“You’re gay?” I started looking at him, my eyes giving nothing away.

“Yes.” He said staring down at the floor.

“Not surprising.” I said, but inside I was shocked. How was it not obvious to me?

“Whatever.” Came his reply as he looked at Aer.

“N. Would you like to watch a movie?” She asked him.

“Okay.” He replied his bangs hiding his eyes, from me.

“Wonderful.” She said as she stood up and walked over to where the television and DVD player was, “Is Pride & Prejudice alright?” She asked us, as she went through the collection of dvd’s.

“It’s fine.” N. and I replied at the same time.

“Excellent.” She said grabbing it from its case, deciding I was one with my apple I got up and threw it out, and came back and sat down beside Aer.

NICH’S POV

After my slip up with Remnant and my sexuality I didn’t really feel like being there, I wanted to shrink away so when Aer asked if we wanted to watch a movie, I was more then willing. She threw on Pride & Prejudice and I only remember the previews and the opening and everything then went blank, for I fell asleep. I awoke who knows how much later to the voice I wanted to hear the least, Remnants, as I lay there my mind fuzzy and slipping in and out of consciousness, he spoke to me

“Wake up princess.” Groggily I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was wearing sweat pants, that were gracing his hips, and a button up shirt, that was unbuttoned, all except for one. He looked amazing and my clouded mind wanted him, wanted him more then I wanted anyone ever before in my life. I really must not have been thinking straight because right as Remnant helped me up to guide me to a better sleeping area, I pulled him down and started to kiss him, or he started to kiss me, either way he pushed me back against the wall and slowly his hands slid underneath my shirt caressing my stomach as he continued to kiss me. Then he broke the kiss, and pulled away from me, and as much as I knew I shouldn’t I moaned in protest, then I saw it, plastered across his gorgeous features, the smile he had been giving me all day. Before I would tell him to stop he leaned in and kissed me again, his hands grazing over my left nipple, before he withdrew his hands from under my shirt and grasped my hips drawing me dangerously close, then he wove his fingers into my hair roughly pulling me towards his bed. He sat down on his bed and pulled me onto his lap. Remnant stopped for a minute and gazed into my eyes, then suddenly he made a noise in his throat that sounded suspiciously like a feral growl, and unzipped my hoodie, pulling it off forcefully. He then pushed me off him and onto the bed, crawling over me, he kissed me again, this time when he broke our kiss he continued to kiss down my jaw line, and my neck. I couldn’t stop myself from moaning, quite loud at that, and before I could grab him and pull him closer to me he pulled up, and away from me. Causing me to let out a frustrated noise and I saw him smile again, that same damn smile. I decided then, that Remnant was a horrible tease.

When he leaned down again he grabbed my shirt and pulled it up and over my head with no problems, or resistance. Then he leaned down again and kissed my lips again, this time more roughly and filled with raw passion, this time I pulled him closer and deepened our kiss, I shivered when he bit my lip, begging for entrance, I eagerly granted him all the access he wanted. Our tongues battled for dominance, eventually I gave up and let his mouth dominate mine, my eyes rolled into the back of my head and I moaned into the kiss, as his hands pulled my hair out of it’s holder stroking through the curly, disheveled strands. When he pulled away for some much needed air, I wanted him to kiss me again, but before I could pull him into one his hands stopped me. Leaning down he kissed my neck and kissed down my collarbone, until he reached my hard nipples, which he started to slowly suckle, nip, and lick at one and massage the other with his fingers. I could feel the blood rushing to my member, and instinctively I arched into him, wanting more contact with him, needing it. Desperately I struggled around, moving against him trying to free myself from underneath him, but failing. Slowly Remnant started to unzip my jeans, and tug them off of me, completely in control of the situation, of me. When he finally removed my jeans, I lay there underneath his completely clothed body clad in only my boxers. I let out a feral growl and his eyes met with mine, and he flinched away slightly as if shocked by static electricity, I pulled him back in swiftly I tugged his shirt off of his body, leaning in to kiss his neck, and his torso. He moaned when my lips came in contact with his skin, caressing him everywhere I could. Roughly he grabbed my chin and pulled up my face until my lips met his, in a desperate and needing kiss, filled with absolute passion. After that Remnant decide he was done being patient he grabbed my boxers with his hands and pulled them off and threw them aside, I looked away from him embarrassed by the fact that I was now completely naked in front of him. He chuckled at my embarrassment and kissed me cheek gently and grabbed my hands and placed them on his pants, telling me that he wanted them off, slowly and unsurely I tugged off his sweat pants until they were off. I stayed there admiring his body, every piece of it, from his gorgeous abdomen, to his toned and perfect legs, we stayed there taking in each other for a few minutes until his hand ran across my hip and I arched into him, flesh touched flesh, heat mixed, hair tangled together, and slowly and almost cautiously Remnant prepared me for entrance, slowly adding one finger, and then another and making a scissor like motion, then without warning he thrust his hard member into me. First I hissed in pain, and he stopped laying there on top of me fear and worry in his eyes as my body adjusted to his intrusion. Slowly I moaned assuring him it was alright to continue and he slowly and carefully started to move in and out to the rhythm of an un-played song leaving me in ecstacy as he continued to move, he kissed me all over my body, soon and he and I reached our climax’s and he spilled his seed into me. Slowly after catching his breath he pulled out of me, ignoring my protests, and collapsed beside me. Giving me on last kiss on the lips before we both passed out from physical exhaustion.

I awoke later in the dark in a foreign room, for a period of time I had no idea where I was until it hit me, the events of earlier flooded my mind. I sat up ignoring the pain in my body. Getting up, I slowly dressed in the dark, as silently as I could, and I slowly and cautiously walked towards the door, after gathering up my bag and fighting to get my shoes on, I just stood there. Then suddenly, and quite quickly and of course and silently as humanly possible, I slipped out the door, positive I had at least a 30 minute walk at least ahead of me, I walked out of the apartment, not looking back, and pretending I had no regrets.

I walked down the street, everything was still, cold, and quiet, but I suppose one would suspect that at 1a.m on a Tuesday morning. I started running, ignoring the rain drops that were falling to the ground, or the puddles that sloshed up soaking my jeans, socks, and shoes. I was attempting to forget, to get lost in myself, in my thoughts, my attempt was however, feeble. For all of my thoughts went back to him, and nothing could drown out those constant thoughts of him, not even the rain that fell on me, soaking even my soul. Unsure what had provoked this night, I worried, I smelled like him, I tasted like him, and some screaming force in the back of my mind said that I wanted nothing more than to be with him.

As I approached the apartment I shared with my mother, I felt something different, something had changed. Instant fear overwhelmed me as I stood outside the apartment, was my mother OK? Was she ever home? It took me some time to calm down, because I had to calm down before I could go in, my mother would panic if she saw me panicky, slowly and praying to a God that didn’t exist, that I was calm enough, I opened the door to our apartment, nothing. I walked in taking off my shoes and walking towards my mothers room, I opened the door and let out a small, quiet sigh of relief when I saw my mother safe, and asleep in her bed, now completely calm I went to my room, excited about being able to go to bed myself. I dropped my bag and went over to my laptop, as I was about to turn it off, I froze in place when I heard his laugh from somewhere in my dark room.

“Hello Nich.” He said in that tone, slowly fear started to devour me as I looked at him standing there, the same sinister smirk he had the last time I saw him before my mother and I ran plastered across his face. He walked towards me and pulled me into and embrace, and sneered into my ear.

“How could you leave your mother here, all alone. And with no phone call.” His smell made me sick, the same overwhelming and disgusting stench as the one this morning. Slowly I pushed him away from me, fearing I’d be struck for it, but instead he laughed, and cornered me against the call, and somehow, I just knew. Kael wasn’t going to let me run this time.

This time I was trapped.

“Alright, so you think you're ready?

Okay then you'll say this with me go! We were born for this”

Born for this : Paramore.

SERGA NOTE: Finally, I’ve finished chapter one! But anyway, the teahouse/mandarin Chinese place that Aer and N. Went to is based off of a place I eat at all the time, it’s called the Formosa Tea House. I don’t know if there’s a website for it, but if you’re ever in Charlottetown P.E.I., on Prince street, you defiantly want to go there! It’s delish!

ZEEKAY NOTE: Remnant and Nich’s relationship may seem to be moving fast, but it’s not, this story is literally based off of that one relationship everyone knew about in highschool, the one where they were together then apart, and then well together again, then they were with other people, and then back together, so one and so forth.