HIGH SCHOOL SUCKS.

Summary: At a normal public school, four boys get paired to do a project: the book nerd, the social outcast, the superficial flirt, and the rebellious punk. Things will go down. SLASH.

Warnings: Boyxboy relationships, swearing, and A LOT of random shit XDD DON'T LIKE, DON'T READ, DON'T HATE.

A/N: I don't want any bad reviews. You know the drill, don't like it, then don't review. Only nice comments are taken.

"All right!" Mrs. Kowalski, the science teacher, shouted loudly to get the class's attention. "I have good news and bad news! Good new is that we're picking partners to do our reproduction research with! The bad news is that I'm deciding who your group with consist of!" The class groaned and Mrs. Kowalski held up her hand. "To make it fair, I've put names into a hat and will be pulling them randomly, and to make it easier, there will be four people per group."

"This is so shit," Aiden cursed under his breath, smirking. "Every straight guy in this class knows how to reproduce."

"I don't want any complaints! Now, for group one!" She grabbed the black top hat off of her desk and shook it. "There, so now you know I didn't fix the results. When I call your name, stand up." She reached her hand in and pulled out a piece of paper. "John Whitman." John, in the front lab bench, stood up. Mrs. Kowalski stuck her in and produced three strips of paper. "Justin Cormack, Matthew Smith, and Daniel Nathans. You may sit down." The four kids sat down, and the teacher repeated the process.

"Eric Longwood."

The tall, black-haired boy with big, boxy glasses stood up.

"Nerd," Aiden mocked quietly.

"Tristan Barret."

The short, mysterious looking brunette in the back of room that was hiding in the shadows stood.

"Emo."

"Casper Agate."

The lofty boy with shimmering blonde hair and sparkling brown eyes stood up, dramatically of course.

"Homo." Aiden turned around to face the person next to him. "I feel bad for the person who gets stuck in that crap group."

"Aiden Coffer."

Are. You. Fucking. Kidding. Me.

Everyone watched as the fourth member of the group, the punk redhead with grungy and baggy clothes, rings, bracelets, and earrings, stood.

This. Will. Be. Fucking. Hell. You've. Got. To. Be. Joking. Unfortunately, Aiden was unaware he spoke his thoughts out loud until Mrs. Kowalski rolled her eyes and said, "I'm not joking." So far, the score went like this:

Aiden: 0

Mrs. Bitch Teacher: 1,546,758

Touché.

A/N: I have a feeling this will be FUN. Let's torture Aiden some more, shall we? I'll only post the other chapters if you want me to. You've gotta be nice and review if you want to see Aiden's untimely death!! :D REVIEW NICELY. I DON'T LIKE CRITICISM.