(A/N:

I apologize for any misspellings in the first chapter, my laptops spell-check won't work correctly at the moment. I will try to fix these later. Again, Sorry.

Anyway,

Warnings: This story WILL contain Yaoi, Slash, Male on Male contact, gayness, Violence, name calling...um...and other things? :D)


Trying to find myself, I looked up at the star-stricken sky.

I could feel her beside me, even when she wasn't there.

The wind rushed by, and the rain hit my face in sprinkling droplets. I had the uneasy feeling that someone was watching me, but I didn't turn around. I was too afraid to. I knew that if I did, it would be the last thing I saw.

"Komi?"

I immediately turned around to look at the source, but just as they came into my eyesight, someone's hands were on my back.

And they pushed me. And I fell. Off the cliff.

I awoke with a start, sweat on the back of my neck as I looked around my empty room and panted. It was just a dream. It was just a dream...

I took a deep breath, before getting out of bed slowly. I went to my dresser and pulled out an oversized T-shirt and some shorts. It felt freezing to me, the sweat being from the recurring nightmare.

I jumped as I heard my younger brother knock lightly on my bedroom door. "Geez, Yoma, you scared the shit out of me."

He frowned at me, but didn't move any closer.

My brother, Yoma, was usually quiet, and he kept to himself. As I looked at him in the little moonlight that drifted through my window, I could tell he hadn't been to sleep at all yet tonight. And my alarm clock read three something in the fucking morning. See, I think my brother has insomnia. My mom thinks Yoma goes to bed at eight every night like a good little boy, because that's what time she thinks 12 year olds should go to bed.

I look at Yoma now, his cocoa colored hair is messy and in his face, his shirt sliding off his shoulder but going to his knees, covering his boxers completely. His blue eyes sparkle as he watches me; I'm pulling on my tennis shoes.

"Don't leave again, Komi..." he whispers, and I pause for a moment in surprise.

"I won't be gone long. I promise." I go to him as I say this, crouching down slightly and kissing his forehead. "Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."

He didn't say anything as he looked down.

I sighed softly, hugging him tightly before standing again and going to my window, opening it cautiously-for fear it would squeak and awake my mom-then I easily slip out of the room, trying to ignore that Yoma is still watching me.

I walk across the yard quickly, silent as I feel the wet grass seeping through my shoes. I don't look back.

An hour and a half later, I sigh as I try to climb back through my window. I don't see Yoma anyway, and I don't see my mother. But my mother was always awake by now, and I had to get back inside before she found me missing.

After a few tries, I slipped back inside, slipping my shoes and other clothes off and stuffing them under my bed as I dryed my hair in my blankets. I shut the window quickly but froze when it creaked. Then I layed down and sprawled out across the bed, pretending to be asleep.

Just in time too, because no less than a minute later, my mom was standing at my door. "Komi, get up. You have to go to school today."

School...how I hated it.

I groaned at the thought and fake yawned as I sat up, rubbing my eyes and looking around.

"A-Already?" I asked, mocking a half-asleep voice.

She didn't seem to notice, already walking away.

I sighed again, getting out of bed as Yoma walked into my room. He went to my dresser and started looking through the drawers, before sighing frustratedly and walking out again, empty-handed. I looked after him for a moment before shaking my head and getting dressed for school. After all, how bad could it be?

"I jinxed it."

Zoe and Brady looked at me, confused.

"You jinxed what?" Zoe asked, tilting his head at me.

"My whole day." I groaned, sounding like a drama king as I pushed through the crowded hallways, soaking wet from rain, as I tried to get to my first hour on time.

Instead, right as the late bell rang, I slipped on the wet floor and fell flat on my ass. My teacher, who saw this glorious scene, smirked at me as he closed the door.

"Shit..." I mumbled, getting up slowly. At my school, if you didn't get to class on time, or before the teacher shuts their door, you couldn't go to class that hour. I know, you're probably thinking I shouldn't complain, right? But I do. I don't have the best grades already anyway, so my mom nags at me for hours when I miss a class. Which doesn't really happen often, but still...

I looked up as that moronic new kid-oh, what's his name? Eh, I don't know, I don't pay attention to the people here anyway-pushed off from the wall he'd been leaning on. He's staring at me like a creeper as he walks toward me.

"You okay?" He asks, smirking. He looks amused, and it makes me want to punch him.

"No. Thanks for asking though." I spit back sarcastically, already turning and staring to walk away. But, much to my annoyance and disaproval, he follows me.

"You're a bit of a bastard, huh?"

I raised an eyebrow, not having the guts to defend myself. I never did. "Yeah, I guess so."

I walked out of the building. He followed.

"Um...do you have nothing better to do?" I asked skeptically.

"Other than to chase a prettyboy like you around? No."

I froze.

I froze dead in my tracks.

"A...what?" I turned on him. I glared. He seemed amused that he'd gotten me angry, but he didn't know to the extint.

"Hey, wanna hear a joke? So this protitute, a gay fag, an-"

I cut him off with my fist before he could continue, my face was bright red with rage. He merely smirked at me, wiping off the blood with his hand as I stormed away.

I hated him already.

I was still pissed when I walked into last hour. I went to my seat, avoiding anyone's eyes. Of course, it's when I'm most annoyed that people usually choose to bother me more though. And just as the bell rang, and Mr. Jameson was going to shut the door, the new kid slid into the room. I mean, he literally slid, on his knees and all. Why? Probably to make an entrance. Seemed like the thing a prick like him would do. Damn attention seeking whore.

"You okay, Komi?" I heard Brady whisper from behind me.

"No." I managed through my clenched teeth, glaring at the new boy, with that look like 'I would burn your flesh off and force-feed it to a shark if I could.'

He grinned and winked at me.

I looked around the room hurriedly, praying I would find another open seat other than the one beside me.

Fuck.

I didn't hear who he was when the teacher announced him to the class. I was too busy dreading the rest of the hour. This. Could. Not. Be. Happening.

The teacher pointed to the only empty chair in the room, the one right beside mine. "You can sit by Komi today. I'm sure you'll make friends quickly."

So, this was Language Arts class, right? I spent the rest of the hour writing, like we were supposed to. Only, while everyone else was writing notes from the board, and the new kid was writing harassing notes to me, I was writing my revenge. The downfall of the new kid.

I let out a relieved sigh as the bell rang, and quickly sprang to my feet and out of class. I went to my locker and opened it-I never used the school issued lock- and grabbed my backpack out. I crammed my homework into the bag carefully and slammed my locker door shut. And as I picked up my backpack...everything fell out of the bottom.

Shit.

People crowded around me and shoved me as they tried to get to their lockers, or spare lockers that they used, or even just tried to get out of the building. I cursed and threw my backpack into my locker again, picking up all the homework I now have to carry home.

I rushed out of the school quickly, needing to meet Yoma before anyone tried to mug him.

"Komi!" My brother grinned at me as I came to his side, panting slightly from running.

I grinned back and hugged him loosely, carrying the weight of my text books against my hip, like a mother carries an infant or toddler.

Normally, I would have just grabbed Yoma's hand and we would have walked awy without looking back. But, strange enough, I felt like someone was watching us. I looked around...

...to see the new guy checking out my brother. I glared at him, but he didn't notice. Suddenly, I grabbed Yoma's arm tightly, and began to drag him away.

How bad do I rate my day today? Horrible? Shitty? A negative number that I can't even count to?

No. This day, this day that I fucking hated so much, was completely average to me.