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Chapter One

Present day...

I groan and roll over as I feel someone shaking my arm, tring to wake me up. Ugh... Time for school already? I'm sure I fell asleep like only five minutes ago. I swat my hand in the air and push whoever is disturbing my beauty sleep away.

"Five more minutes..." I grumble into my pillow, but I don't think they can even tell what I'm saying.

"Get up you lazy arse, the bus is going to be here in like, 15 minutes!" My sister, Annie says to me and I let out another groan. Why did school have to be invented? It's just a pain in the arse...

"Well, if we had an alarm clock, I'd be up by now,"I slur as I sit up and rub my eyes.

"Just hurry up and get ready, else you'll be walking to school again," She says with a smile and walks out of my room, leaving me to get ready. Then again, I don't really get ready to be honest, I usually just sleep in my clothes and keep my hoodie on because it's so cold in this house. We can't afford centeral heating, so it's always freezing. I sigh, and drag myself out of bed, and walk straight into the bathroom. I stare dumbly at the broken, filthy mirror in front of me, still half asleep. What am I doing again? Oh yeah, getting ready for school...

I sometimes question if my brain is slowly rotting, causing me to get dumber every day. I really do need to get more sleep, but I was out all last night untill about two in the morning. Of course, when I got home, my parents gave me hell for it, but I just ignored them as I always do when they are angry at me, and I dragged myself upstairs to fall asleep more or less instantly on the mattress I call a bed. I rub my eyes again, and get a good look at myself in the mirror. Sheesh, I look a complete state. My blonde hair is ruffled and messy, then again, the girls at school say it looks cute like this. My face looks just normal, or girly according to that fatass Malcolm. He always says I could pass for a girl if I put some make up on. Well, I guess I don't look that bad really. Everyone at school seems to reckon I'm the most good looking boy in year eleven, but the fact that I'm poor puts me down.

I splash some cold water onto my face and take a long drink. I won't be having anything else to drink today, the little dinner money I get will be going toward a pack of ciggarettes, even if Damien, my best friend, will try and take them off me and chuck them away. I get enough off people already saying all that crap about how they will kill me one day, and the horrible things they do to my body, but really, I don't give a shit. They are the only things that keep me sane in this bloody mad house. I don't bother getting changed, my clothes will last me another day or so before they get too dirty to wear, and I pull my blue hood up over my head as I always do. People never really get a glimpse at what I really look like, I always have my hood up, I don't really know why I do, I guess it's just a habit really.

I leave the bathroom, and trudge down the stairs to our small grimy kitchen. I take a quick peep in the cupboard to see if there is anything to eat, but of course there isn't, there never is. My parents are still in bed, they will proberbly sleep in until about lunch time. I guess this is a good thing as I really can't be arsed with an argument right now. I put my favourite distressed red converse on and open the front door and take a step into the harsh cold of winter in England. It's snowing, which is a shock, it never really snows any more, most of the time it's just raining, and raining, and guess what? Fucking raining. Thats the weather in England. Rain, all year, it's shit, I'll tell you that now. We get about a week of sunny weather in spring, then it pisses it down for the rest of the year. I slowly make my way to the bus stop, doing my best not to slip on the icy path. I walk past all the houses in Abbotts road, all the grimy, small scruffy ones that the lower population of Selby have to live in. I eventually get to Stanor Hall, where all the posh snobby little twats live in, except Jay and Damien. They are the only people who seem to not care that I'm poor, and just accept me fore who I am. I get a few glimpses into the warm looking houses and see happy people eating there breakfast, talking, and just being happy I guess. They don't know how lucky they are, most of them are born straight into a wealthy family, whereas I end up in a little shit hole with an alcoholic as a Dad, and a bitch opf a Mum who never seems to even aknowledge my existance, all she does with her spare time, is whore herself out, drink, sleep, and argue with my Dad. I try not to let any of this get to me though, I just try to be the fun, happy,cocky and perverted Leon Carter that everyone knows. Except I'm not. I'm not any of these, except, I guess I am cocky and perverted, but everything else is an act, to help me try and get buy to the bset I can. As I'm walking I get a glimpse of Damien, who is also on his way to the bus stop, and my eyes unconciously wander down to his arse. Wait, what? I mentally slap myself, I'm not gay! Then again, he does have nice arse...

"Hey! Damien, wait up!" I call and wave my arms in the air. He turns around, and a bright smile lights up his face and I can see a sparkle in his amazing emerald green eyes. I quicken my pace, and when I reach him, he pulls me up into a warm hug making joy bubble up in my chest. My heart beats a little faster as he holds me against him, and I mentally slap myself again. Why do I always feel this way around him? He just makes me feel so happy. He's proberbly the only person I can truly be myself around, no acting, no lies, just me.

"What was that for?" I say with a wink and a light blush light up his face. I smile at this, he looks cute when he blushes, and it's easy to make him do so, all it takes is a little wink or a smile.

"Uh... no reason, just you know..." he stutters nervously, and I frown. This is wierd, he's never nervous around me, sure he blushes alot, but he never really lets it get to him.

"Whats up dude?" I say concerned and put my hand on his shoulder.

"Oh, it's nothing, but uh... Can I talk to you after school? There is something I need to tell you," He says staring at his feet. My mind briefly wizzes through the possibilities, but I have no idea. He always does have this knack of being completly upredictable.

"Sure, no prob," I say with a smile. I pat him gently on the shoulder before we resume our walk toward the bus stop, where Malcolm and Jay are already waiting for us.

Malcolm, looks like a complete fatass as usual, wearing his stupid red coat. His light brown hair is messy, and I'm guessing he hasn't even combed it yet, then again, niether have I. Jay, on the other hand, is the complete opposite of Malcolm, muscular build, curly red locks, pale complection and a perfect face, I can see why Elle Dane, the most popular girl in school likes him, after all, they have been dating for five years off and on now. I don't know what he see's in her though, Elle is a class A bitch, and will sleep with anyone, hell, even I have during one of their twenty six break ups. I can already tell that Malcolm is itching tp throw an insult at somebody, I mean, it's just a daily routine for him and Damien to have an argument.

Malcolm hates me though, it's so god damn obvious. He always takes the piss out of me for being poor. He has no fucking idea what it's like, and it's not even my fault.

"Sup goth, you slit your wrist lately?" He sneers at Damien. He always takes the piss out of him for that, it's pathetic. Just becasue his parents, are like, super goths, and they called him Damien just because it's a gothy name or whatever, Malcolm seems convinced that this means that Damien is a goth too, but he isn't. If anything, he is the complete opposite. Sure he has the sterio typical pale skin and raven black hair, but he doesn't even wear black. Infact, he wears a bright green jacket and blue jeans, which isn't really much of a gothy outfit to be honest. his parents wanted him to be like them, listen to rock music and wear black and all that stuff, but Damien is stubborn, and does what he wants, not what others want. And thats what I like about him. He stands up for what he believes is right, which is a reason me and him are such good friends. I remember in primary school, all the other kids picked on me for being poor, and he was the only one who stood up for me and told them they were stupid. I always smile when I think about that memory, it's one of the only happy ones I have.

"I'm not a goth fatass, so piss off, I'm not in the mood, kay?" He hisses back at him, but even when he is angry, is voice is like a ... Did I just think that he has the voice of an angel? Sheesh, what is happening to me? Then again, he is one of the most talented singers I know, but he doesn't sing all that rock crap his parents are trying to get him into, but more love songs and stuff. I sometimes wonder if he's gay, he sure acts like it sometimes.

"Why? Whats up Dahmien?" he says with a mocking sympathetic tone. He can be so sick sometimes, he can act like a complete dick to you for most of your life, then one day, he'll suddenly turn all nice, but it's only when he wants to piss you off after gaining your trust, or if he wants something.

"Nothing, now leave me alone," Damien says sternly and his eyes are full of hatred for the fat brunette. Not many people do like Malcolm, and those who do, are usually manipulative twats aswell. As far as I'm aware of, the only person I know who Malcolm is even remotly nice to, is Elle Dane, Jays girlfriend. It's obvious he fancies the pants off her, but he knows that he doesn't have a chance at getting her off of him.

It looks as if Malcolm is just about to open his mouth to speak, when Jay quickly takes the oppertunity and addresses us all with a grin.

"Okay, now your all here, there is something I need to tell you dudes..." His face is plastered with a cheesy grin, but he looks nervous at the same time.

"What is it? You finally shag Elle?" I nudge him in the shoulder smiling, and he bluhes.

"No... well, uh... thats not the point... The point is, I'm going to ask her to marry me," He mumble the first part, but his voice becomes more confident toward the part that makes all our jaws drop.

"Dude... Wow..." I gasp shocked, then throw my arms around him.

"Thats great! Congratulations!" I say and jump off of him. I was happy for him, but I'm not sure I can say the same for the others...

A look of disapointment is evident in Damiens eyes, and a fake smile flashes across his face. He looks upset, hurt, and worry is thick on his face. Malcolm on the other hand, is furious.

"What the fuck! Why the hell are you doing that?" Malcolm spits at him. Well done for hiding your jelousy, you totally deserve a medal for that.

"Uh..." His face turns a crimson red, and he stares at the ground in embarresment.

"Cos I love her dude..." He says quietly and I feel Damien cower beside me.

"Love?! Love is a load of bullshit dude! You are making the most stupid decision of your life you idiot!" Malcolm screeches destperatly, boy is he jelous.

"You know what Malcolm? You are a load of bullshit! All you ever do is put people down and make them feel bad! You are a complete fucking twat! Now I am going to marry Elle, and there is nothing you can do about it!" Jay shouts and I can tell he is restraining himself from hitting him in the face.

Just then, the bus arrives, and Malcolm has to hold his tounge. I guess he doesn't want to get thrown off the bus and be made to walk. We all get on, and I trudge down to near the back, and Damien takes a seat next to me. He seems distracted the entire journey, and I can feel guilt rising up in my chest. But why do I feel guilty? I haven't done anything wrong. I guess I just feel bad for him. We remain silent untill the bus jerks to a sudden stop and I jump out of my seat. I don't bother asking him about it, He will proberly tell me when we talk later. Or well, I hope he does anyway. We walk to our first lesson, Maths, and we stand outside, waiting for the teacher to arrive, but I feel a craving for a ciggarette slowly eating away at me. It has been nearly three days since I've had one, and I just long to feel the smoke gliding down my throat, easing my stress. It doesn't help either that we have maths, I mean seriously, when are we going to ever need linear equations in our lives? I sigh and come up with a decision, I could skip class, which means getting out of the hell of maths, and buy some ciggarettes which means satisfying my incredible crave for a smoke. It's a win-win situation, how can I resist?

"Wanna skip maths?" I wisper quietly to Damien, hoping no one else hears me. His eyes widen in shock briefly, before he speaks.

"I dunno... What if we get caught?" He speaks with a worried tone, but I can tell he wants to skip.

"Aww, c'mon dude, no one will ever know... Plus it's miss Leng, she'll probs forget about the register anyway," I wink and smile before pulling lightly at his green jacket.

"My mum will kill me if she finds out," he says seriously.

"Not if she doesn't find out," I give him a cheesy grin and pull him a little harder.

"Fine... Okay..." He mumbles quietly, and lets me pull him along. We walk briskly down the corridor, the rubber of my converse squeaks and I drag my feet along the cold blue floor. Suddenly, Damien pulls me into the boys toilets violenlty, and I let out a gasp.

"Dude, what the fuck?" I hiss, and he lets out a sigh.

"Miss Leng nearly saw us," He says and I let out an 'ohh' of realisation.

"Come on, she'll be gone by now," I pull him back through the door and we walk back into the now empty corridor.

"Quick, c'mon!" I wispear, and we shoot out of the door and run down to the main gate. I take a quick peep around me and smile when I see no one is here. I exchange a quick glance with Damien, and we both suddenly burst out laughing.

"Dude... We are so gonna be dead for this!" he manages to say through his insane laughing. I grin at him, and in return he gives me a crooked smile thats sets butterflies loose in my stomach. A warm blush lights up his adorable face and he takes hold of my hand, and begins leading me in the direction of Webbies forest.

"Where are we going?" I ask with a frown.

"I want to show you something," He smirks and I instantly know he's up to something. I flicker through the possibilities in my head. I wasn't aware that there was anything at Webbies I thought it was just an over grown forest. Of course though, every one knows the story of old Webby, he used to own the land with the forest on, but apparently, he had a heart attack and died, so it's just been left abandoned. It also has alarms set up in it, which go off if someone tresspases, but there are certain ways to get around it, withough any of them going off.

We reach the forest, and the first thing I notice is that there is a ditch all the way around it a least 10 foot wide.

"How do we get across?" I ask him.

"Follow me," He says, and starts leading me around the edge of the forest, until we come across a thick plank of wood that goes across to the other side. He walks along it casually, as if he's done it a million times before, and spins around when he reaches the other side.

"Be careful, if you slip, you'll get stuck in the mud," he says lightly and I give him a nod before lowering my self onto the firm wood, and moving along it slowly and cautiously, until the safety of the firm ground beneath my feet reaches me.

"Where now?" I question curiously, and points to the left.

"Just up there, follow me, and be careful else you'll set off the alarms," I give him a curt nod and follow him again as he clears a path for me through the nettles and thorn bushes. Eventually, I notice something large beyond the trees, a house I think... No... It's a fucking mansion! It's falling to pieces and has most of it's windows boarded up, but the place is huge! I start walking a little faster toward the house, but just before I step into the courtyard, damien suddenly pulls me back.

"Dude! There are cameras right there! If you'd have taken just one more step, the alarm would have gone off!" he hisses and I gulp. Why was I getting this feeling of dread in my gut?

"Sorry..." I mutter and he smiles at me.

"It's okay, anyway, we have to go on that way," He points to a back door with the wide glass window beside it shatteres. I look up above it, to see a security camera and I frown.

"What about that?" I point to the camera and Damien lets out a chuckle.

"I think a bird crapped on it, and it hasn't worked since," He grins and leads me in through the back door and we come into a large sitting room kind of area. It's massive, I'll tell you that now. I'ts like a palace compared to my house, a huge chandalier hanging dangourusly on the ceiling, and a royal plush red carpet covers the floor. There is a dusty sofa, but it's cleaner that the one in my living room, and isn't covered in stains. There is a large book case, filled with all sorts of different things, but just looking at them makes my head hurt, I've never been much of a reading person, except for playboy magazines off course. A large oak table is in the middle of the room, and chairs are all scattered around it, a few of them knocked over. I walk across over to the sofa, and plonk myself down onto it, letting my weary body sink into it's softness.

"Do you like it?" Damien asks me and I grin. I love it. This place is awesome.

"It's amazing! How long have you known about this place?" I raise an eyebrow at him and he knots his in thought.

"Since I was about twelve I think..." he says in deep thought.

"How come you never told me about it?

"Well, I've been fixing the place up for a while, and I figured since it's nearly done, why not bring you over?" He says with a light chuckle.

"I mean, seriously, you should have seen the state of the place before, it was a complete dump,"

"Well you do have a knack for cleaning then," I chuckle, and Damien frowns at me.

"Leon, it's taken me nearky four fucking years, I do not, have a knack for cleaning," He frowns at me for a moment, before his face relaxes.

"You hungry?" he asks and just then, my stomach grumbles. I haven't had anything for nearly two days now. So yeah, I'm fucking starving.

"Yeah," I say enthusiastically, but I think he can hear the destperateness in my voice as he frowns at me in concern.

"Leon... When was the last time you ate?" His emerald eyes are full of worry and concern, I didn't want to see them like that, I prefer it when they have there beatiful shine to them when they are full of happiness.

"Day before yesterday," I grumble quietly and his eyes flicker with panic and anger.

"Why won't they feed you? This is getting ridiculas leon," His voice rings in my head, and I can't bring my eyes to meet his.

"We can't afford it..." I murmer quietly.

"Well, you are having something to eat, right now," He says determined and storms out of the room. I lean my head back out of curiosity to try and see were he has gone, but I can't see him. I hear something slam shut, and he suddenly appears again, this time, with a sanwhich, a coke and and apple. He nearly chucks them at me, and I stare greedily at the food. I haven't had a meal like this in God knows how long.

"Eat it," he says sternly and I dig into the ham sandwhich, my mouth relishing every bite. Food always tastes better when your starving. I quickly devour the sanwhich and apple, and sip at my coke, trying not to drink it too quick. Damien sits down next to me when I'm done and I can see the concern in his eyes still.

"Uh... Dude, do you like, have a fridge in here?" I ask curiously, the coke was cold, so he must do.

"Yupp, along with gas and electricity," he grins and I can't help but smile back at him. Suddenly, my mind flickers back to earlier, when he said he had something to tell me.

"Damien... Remember earlier, when you said you needed to talk to me?" I ask him, and I see a blush quickly light up his face and he stares into his lap.

"Um... yes I do remember..." He mumbles quietly, almost shy in a way.

"Well, what is it?" I question and his cheeks redden further.

"I... Uh... I well..." he stutters and I tilt my head to the side.

"Dude, it's okay, you can tell me anything," I say softly as I put my hand on his shoulder. He gulps and takes in a deep breath of air.

"I... I think I'm gay..." My eyes widen in shock and disbelief as his words rip right through me. Gay? How can he be gay? It just seems so... Oh, I don't know... I guess I've always had my suspicions, hell, all the school thinks says he's gay! But none of us really actually thought he was. Plus, his parents are homophobics, and would never let him live with it. They would proberbly do everything they can to try and 'sort him out'. I hate people like that, those people who think being gay is wrong. I mean, there isn't really anything wrong with it at all. But it's just a shock, I mean, Damien? Gay...?

I manage to straighten my features, and I put a cheesy grin on my face, tryng to hide the shock and suprise behind it.

"Who for? Did you finally notice how God damn sexy I am?" I wink playfully, and his cheeks glow a scarlet red, even more than before, if thats even possible.

"Well... No, not for you... I'ts Jay..." He mumbles and for some reasom, I feel a wave of dissapointment wash over me, and my grin dissapears. Why do I feel jealous? Why is it I wish he had mumbled my name instead of Jay's? I mentally slap myself for the third time today. Sheesh! I am not gay! I think I have slept with enough girls to know that!

"Oh..." the dissapointment is evident in my voice. I try to put a grin back on my face and try to lighten up a little.

"Does he know?" I nudge him, and I can see the worry in his eyes.

"No... Your the first person I've told..." He says worried.

"Oh God... He's gonna hate me isn't he?"

I frown at this, and lean in closer to him, breathing in his heavenly scent of lavender (Isn't that for girls?) and look straight into his emerald green eyes.

"No! Of course he won't! Listen dude, he might not be gay, but I'm sure he won't hate you for it!" I reassure him, and a small glint of hope sparks in his eyes briefly before it dissapears and a frown etches into his perfect face. Huh? Did I just say that he has a perfect face...?

"But... With him and Elle getting... He loves her..." He says quietly and I nod slowly.

"Well he is proposing to her," I say honestly, and he nods in understanding. "How long have you known?" I ask softly.

"About three months ago I think..." He looks up, in deep thought.

"At first, I thought I was bisexual, but then I realized something," I raise and eyebrow, and he lets out a deep sigh.

"I realized I am in love with Jay..." Ugh, wow, soppy, one way gay love... Slightly disturbing.. Of course, I'm not going to judge him on it. He never judged me on being poor, and he has always been threr for me, even if we have fallen out a few time, but we always end back up as best friends. I remember when he first really seemed close to me as a real friend, just after that bastard stabbed me with that broken bottle, I never actually told him about him about what happened, but he understood and didn't as questions. But at the same time, he was there for em. He was the only one who even tried comforting me. My Mum didn't even say anything about it, except that I shouldn't go to the hostpital. She said it was because I would get ill from all the diseases there. What a pathetic excuse, it was so obvious she just didn't want to get her or my Dad into trouble. As for my sister, she gave me a pat on the shoulder, and told me I would live.

My hand unconciously drifts to my shouler, stroking the ugly scar through the material of my blue hoodie.

I let out a deep sigh, and look back up into those bright eyes of his.

"Dude..." Is all I manage to say. I would have usually said something snarky, or perverted as a joke, but for some reason, I can't bring myself to say much else.

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything," He miles at me shakily, and I smile back at him.

"We better get back now..." I mumble and Damien gives me a curt nod.

"So, you know how we even get out of here?" I raise an eyebrow at him again and he shakes his head dramatically.

"No... I've been cominh here for the last four years of my life and I don't know how to find a way out," Sarcasm drips off every one of his words and I open my eyes wide in pretend shock.

"Oh gawd no! What are we going to do? We'll die in here!" I cry out destperatly, but it's obvious I am faking it. I expect Damien to laugh or go along with it but he sighs and dispear fills his emerald orbs.

"Do you think he's proposed to Elle yet?" His gaze is distant, fixed on a vase sat on top of an elegant end table, yet I'm sure he doesn't even aknowledge it.

"At school? Well that would be different," I chuckle to try and cheer him up but he only gives me a shacky smile.

"Yeah... Maybe he stood up in front of everyone in assembly..." He forces a laugh and stands up right in front of me, so my eyes his in line with the soft bulge in his pants. I try to avert my eyes from it, and thankfully, Damien sticks a hand out on front of my nose. I take it and he pulls me to my feet and pats me softly on my shoulder. I smile at him, and try to keep my pervy thoughts at bay as we trudge out of the house ant back through the forest, careful not to set off any of the alarms. We eventually make it back to the school, and my eyes dart up to the clock in the main enterence. Turns out we've been gone for nearly two hours and a half. I turn sharply to Damien and his eyes lock in on mine.

"Okay, we have half an hour till lunch, whatchya wanna do?" I ask him half heartedly and his eyebrows knot together in thought.

"I'm not bothered... Hey, actually, when was the last time you had a smoke?" He asks concerned. Come to think of it, I had completely forgotten about the ciggarettes I was supposed to be buying, and I feel a familiar craving set it's work inside of me.

"In ten minutes," I say as joke, but he looks at me in confusion. I let out a sigh and prepare to explain what I meant.

"Day before yesterday, aw hell, I can't even bloody remember, anyway, I am going to buy some right now," And I turn around to start walking toward the back of the sports hall were Craig usually hangs out, he'll have some ciggs, he always does.

"No your not," Damiens voice is firm, as is his grip on my arm as he pulls me back.

"Aww... but Damien, I reeaally need a smookee," I say in a whiney voice and he rolls his eyes at me.

"Leon, I'm supposed to be getting you off those things," he says and I let out a chuckle.

"C'mon... just one? Pleeaasee? I'm having serious withdrawel symptoms here..." I clutch my chest and lean on his arm pretending to be in pain.

"Please... Damien... I'll die..." I weeze out, and he pushes me off him.

"No, Leon, you are not having one of those cancer sticks," He says, sounding just like some kind of Mother telling off a young child. I huff childishy and stick my tounge out at him. I guess I will lay off them for now, but just this once.

"Ugh fine, but only cos you asked me nicely," he rolls his eyes at me again and I give him a cheesy grin and pinch his bum.

"What was that for?" he jumps away from me and I laugh at his shocked expression.

"Haha, your gay aren't you?" I ask him.

"Well, yeah, but-"

"What on Earth are you two boys doing out here?" Damien is cut off by a deep voice, and my eyes dart up to see Mr. Gardener storming down the corridor toward us. Ouch, boy he looks mad, we are definatly in trouble. I guess he's on his man period again.

"Uh... Toilet sir," Damien mumbles quietly, and I have to hold in a laugh. He's a complete nerd, and teachers pet. It's kinda wierd watching him, the honor student of the school, be about to get told off.

"That goes against our policy! Where is your hall slip?" He demands and Damein looks down at his feet speechless and embarresed. I sigh, and step up to save the day.

"Damien, kinda like... Well, he dropped it in the toilet, and we were just on our way to Miss Ashton to discuss it with her," I say with my best, innocent wide eyes.

"Well, I'll leave it to you two to go speak with her, but be more careful next time," His gruff voice booms in my ears, and he brushed past me to proceed storming down the hall, looking for innocent bystanders to put in detention for one reason or another. I glance at Damien, to see he his destperatly trying to hold in a round of laughter.

"Dude... I can totally see why you never get in detention now, you are such a good liar!" He exclaims and pats me on the back in a friendly mannar.

"Yeah, I guess it's a talent of mine," I say with a chuckle

We wander the corridors for a little while longer, then suddenly, the bell sounds, and hundereds of students spill into the narrow hallways, and begin heading to the dinner hall. Me and damien get swept with the crowd, and end up in there ourselves. We rush over to our usual table where Malcolm, and kenny are waiting for us. I plonk myself on the opposite side of the table and Damien takes a seat next to me.

"Well hello there fella's!" Kenny says enthusiastically. His cute smile lighting up his face. His little hat is pulled over his perfect blonde locks, and his small posture makes him look even cuter. Not like I'm gay or anything, he's just one of those cute people, like some dogs are cute...

"Hi Kenny," Damien smiles at the small blonde and in return he turns a dark shade of red. Sheesh, people here have a knack for blushing. Then again, it's no secret that Kenny's gay.

"What the fuck are you guys doing here? Piss off I'm not in the mood for you Jews," Malcolm says, yupp, he's pissed off alright, then again, he always is.

"Where's Jay?" I ask and Malcolm angry brown eyes meet mine.

"He's getting ready to give his soul away to that bitch," He speaks bitterly and well, it definatly not obvious he's jealous. I glance arounf, looking for Jay, and spot him in the corner of the stage near the curtain. He looks nervous and excited, I guess he's decided to pop the question then. I give Damien a quick nudge and point to him.

"Looks like someone did decide to do it at school," I wispear, and I see the light fade form his eyes, giving them an empty, dead sort of look.

"Oh..." He murmers and I can clearly see that he is upset. I watch Jay as he cautiously steps up to the centre of the stage, a few heads bob up in curiosity, but no one really takes note of him, including Elle who is sat with her friends at the other side of the hall. He taps the microphone nervously which sends a loud thud! through the entire hall making everyones head snap up to face him. Jay cowers slightly, but his confidence begins to show as he speaks.

"Hi, uh... Elle, could you come up here please?" He says in a shaky voice, and I see Elle slowly stand up in the corner of my eye. Her pitch black hair is the same as usual, straight, not a hair out of place, and a purple beret is pinned on top. She is wearing her usual violet coat, and silk top tucked into her short pencil skirt underneath. She pulls it down slightly as she walks nervously onto the stage, and stops in front of her boy friend or soon to be fiancee, Jay. They stand staring at eachover akwardly for a moment before Jay gets down on one knee, the typical proposal posture. Elle's face lights up with shock as she realizes what he is about to do. She looks happy though, so I guess we can already tell what her answer will be. Jay looks down at her loveingly, and smiles lightly at her before he pulls out a small box. He opens it up and a brilliant white diamond is revealed, although I wouldn't be suprised if it is fake. Elle's eyes sparkle in happiness as she cover her mouth with her hand.

"Elle Dane, I love you, will you marry me?"

But it's not these words that I am bothered about. It's the look of absolute sadness and dispear in Damien's eyes as he stares at he couple on stage. I feel a strange feeling rise up, bubbling in my cheast. It's rage, anger, and sadness all mixed into one.

Why do I feel like this?

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