Kick Ass

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Sunlight filtered through the small at tick window, sifting along a green-masked boy, his face ambushed into his old stained white pillow. He bore nothing but a pair of grey boxers and socks. Snores rippled through his chest, makimgnthe dust alomgnthe slivers of gold dance. The kid dreamed of slaying predators on the streets, neon lights guiding him to a building with glass walls. Always in these seemingly never ending dreams did he spec tate the death of Frank D'Amico, the father of Red Mist.


He woke with a jolt, the image if Frank's fear frozen on his face burned behind his eyes. The sound of his blaring alarm clock filling him from a heavy sleep. He breathed out sharply, air rushing into his eyes from the restrictive cloth hanging over his cheeks. He ripped the Kick-Ass mask from his head, tossing it onto the side of his brawl before standing to his feet. He glanced in the mirror, ridding his right arm while raising his left eyebrow with a cocky sneer. "Rawr." He said to his image before slumping sadly at the view of his figure. "Getting soft, Dave." He said to himself. He grabbed a black backpack, placing the green and yellow suit at the very bottom, rearranging his school things to fit the superhero costume. He then bound for his white dresser, whistling a tune as he shifted through the top-drawr. He pulled out a red shirt, sniffing it to make sure it was clean before pulling it over his frizzled curly hair. He then grabbed a pair of jeans, sliding them over his hipbones. David grabbed his phone, checking a text that Mindy had just sent him.


**Getting your lazy ass out of the house today, we need to train.**


Dave sighed, a small whine escaping his pink lips before replying.


**I guess if we really have to.**


After that he set out for school. He pranced down the stairs with his bag across his shoulders. He glanced in the kitchen, waving his hand to a grumpy half-sleeping man. "Bye dad!" He exclaimed, plopping ear-buds in, and grabbing his green bike.


He enjoyed riding his bike during the summer, ot allowed him to get a feel of the streets. A large black limo passed him as he traveled down Farewood Drive, his eyes narrowing to see who was sitting in the very back, gaze falling on Chris D'Amico. His heart sank, guilt sliding down his throat.
 
"Chris, get up! School starts in an hour." Javier's voice called from the other side of the door; the sound reaching the slumbering teen inside. Chris grumbled to himself as he shifted beneath the covers, his movements untucking the corners of the sheets and disrupting the bedspread while creating ripples in them. Brown eye's blinked open languidly to glare with tired menace across the room where the knocks made against his bedroom door persisted.


"Fuck off!" The stubborn boy hissed as he folded the pillow over his ears and tugged the blankets above his head, trying in vain to block Javier out.


"Chris," He heard the older man sigh before he continued, "It was your idea to go to public school, remember? I cancelled all your private tutors and your mom gave me hell for it. She might end up firing me after all if she hears about you skipping school." What the other man was saying was true, and it had Chris pushing himself into an upright position at the mention of Javiers job being on the line. He didn't want the guy to get fired because of him; he was like family to him. Sometimes he felt like he was the only one on his side.


In the following weeks after his fathers death a lot of things had changed. His mother bought a new house and they abandoned their old one deeming it un-safe and not in any condition to live in. After that, Chris saw a whole lot less of the outside world as he was practically locked up inside the mansion all day. It took a lot of convincing on both his and Javier's part to finally get his mom to allow him to get his education elsewhere aside from their estate. But if Chris had known he would be forced to wake up at 7AM every day he wouldn't have been so insistent about wanting to attend highschool.


Still, he felt a sliver of excitement at the prospect of possibly running into his sworn enemy, Kick Ass; no matter how low the chances of that actually happening were. Chris often dreamt about the masked hero. Sickly satisfying ones where in them Chris would be dressed as Red Mist, and he would capture Kick Ass. He would have the man strung up like a marionette with blood staining his stupid green spandex suit and bruises marring every inch of his skin. Chris imagined Kick Ass had somebody he loved, a whore maybe? Chris would find whoever the guy was banging at the time and he'd kill the bitch right in front of him while letting Kick Ass watch the life bleed right out of her. He'd give Kick Ass a taste of what it felt like to loose someone important.


Javier stood outside of Chris' room, waiting for the young D'amico heir to respond, but he was met with only silence. "Chris..." He began in a pleading tone, wondering whether or not the boy had heard anything he said. Chris erased that thought entirely as he spoke up, sounding peeved.


"I'm getting up already!" He said, shoving the offending material off of himself as he threw his legs over the side of his kingsized bed. Chris trudged over to his walk-in closet, and stepped inside as he searched through the many assortments of clothes for something to wear. He eventually came upon a black slouchy shirt with an intricate skull design on the front, and he tugged the thing on before finding a pair of loose fitting jeans to go with it.


Chris wasn't surprised to find Javier waiting patiently outside his door. He led the way as he descended the staircase to discover breakfast had already been prepared for him. When he polished off his food he was out the door with Javier trailing behind him.


"I've taken care of everything you need for your classes, it's all inside your bag which is already in the limo."


"Thanks Javier." Chris said, feeling the hint of a smile cross his features as he slipped into the back of the not so inconspicuous limousine parked outside of the gates surrounding his house. Javier followed soon after, taking the seat up front next to the driver before they set off.


As they pulled up to their destination, Chris lifted the strap of his messenger bag and slung it over his shoulder while gazing out window with interest as he eyeballed the building in front of him.


"You get out of school at 3:00, we'll be back around to pick you up. Call me if you need anything." Javier informed him.


Chris didn't reply and instead nodded to the older man before he let himself out of the car, and stepped onto the sidewalk. His entrance earned quite a few stares, but the looks weren't anything he was new to. Limo's weren't exactly casual transportation, at least to these people.
 
Legs working quickly, David rode as fast as he could to hell, or rather school. His curly locks bounced with every hop of his front wheel. He cut across rode dividers, ignoring the many honks of angry cab-drivers as he cut them off. He hated to stop for traffic, the feeling of the hair whipping across his face giving him a similar feeling to flying. The closest he'd ever gotten to soaring in the clouds was using the GatlingGun- Jet Pack when Hit Girl avenged her father. His mind reeled, green eyes glistening behind his thick lenses as he shot through the School's long lawn. He cut in front of the large foot-ball team's bus, the sound of rowdy teenagers slamming against the windows rippling through the air. He slid off his bike with ease, chaining it to the bike-rack with a thick green chain. The color seemed to be a theme in his attire now, especially after becoming Kick-Ass.


He bound for the front doors, eyes falling on the pale skinned brown-eyed male, Chris. His stomach fell, heart flying into a furious rage of overly-strained heart-beats. When the hell did he start going to school here? His mind raced, emerald hues casting over the crowd, landing on a very confused Mindy. Her light-brown hair was pulled into two separate pig-tails, bouncing as she bound for the steps. "What the hell are you gawking at?" She asked, her fist colliding with his arm. "Ow, what was that for?"


"You're getting soft, Mama bear."


"I said don't call me that."


"Well when you've earned a suitable nik-name, you will be given one." She exclaimed sliding through the clear doors of the school. Dave caught the handle quickly, about to step through before the D'amico kid began to ascend the steps. He leaned against the frame, letting the flow of characters continue into the large building. Shit, he's here for me. He knows I killed his dad. I'm so fucked. Okay be cool, just smile and wave. He smiled weakly at Chris as he walked by, his nerves firing up, ready for a confrontation. He held his breath deep in his lungs, locks falling along his cheeks.
 
Chris' bag bounced against his hip as he ascended the short staircase. He noted how the other students avoided standing too close to him as he walked by. Looks like the D'amico reputation went far. He felt himself smirk as he strode confidently. It was good to feel feared, it was the kind of power he craved and could never get enough of. Chris halted in his steps as he caught sight of the boy holding the door open. The teen standing in front of him looked like a total nerd, paired with glasses and a mop of hair that hung in front of his eye's.


"You," Chris said, recognition flickering across his face at the sight of the other. He rose his arm, pointing towards the unruly haired boy as he continued, "look really familiar... have I seen you before?" He wracked his brain for a possible place their paths might have crossed. It wasn't like he got out much, even before his fathers funeral. And it wasn't possible that he'd met the guy through a mutual friend. As a matter of fact he barely had any friends to speak of, and the ones he did have, Chris hardly considered them to be actual friends. There was something about this guys eye's in particular though that was reminiscent of someone he couldn't quite put his name on...


"Oh yeah, you're that guy I saw in Atomic Comics a while back." Chris chuckled good-naturedly as a memory surfaced. "My bodyguard scared you away." he finished, his eye's sparkling with contained mirth.
 
Chris stared right at David, brown eyes searching his face for some sort of recognition. He froze, trying hard to keep the sweat from falling along his brow. He glanced from the smirking boy to his Spaniard-looking body-guard who hung his head out the window, watching as the boy swiped up the school steps. "You,"


Oh shit.


A finger was now pointed at his face, his mouth opening slightly as shock sprang over his face. "look really familiar... have I seen you before?" Dave shook his head, his brown locks slapping against the side of his face. He was completely cornered, absolutely no where for him to run. If Mindy were here, she'd know exactly what to do. Oh god why didn't I decide to take up her offer. I'm fucking dead. His heart rammed against his sternum, making it difficult for David to keep a steady hand. "I-I-I..."


"Oh yeah, you're that guy I saw in Atomic Comics a while back." Which part, the one where they were selling suits in his image, or the one where his inevitable ass-kicking was broadcast all over? "My bodyguard scared you away." His breath fell in relief. Dave scooted up, not realizing while the boy had been intimidatingly pointing at his face, he'd begun to slide down the open school door. He smiled, a small laugh falling from his lips. "Yeah, now I remember. That guy made one of my friends almost piss himself!" He laughed, playing along, green eyes pinned on Chris' every move.
 
Chris' hand dropped back down to his side with a soft pat. "Funny. I was just thinking about how freaked out you looked when he told you to fuck off." He said, his grin widening as he stared up at Dave, missing all the signs of how nervous the other teen was.


"Well you don't need to be worried about him anymore, he's... on Indefinite leave." 'Nice save.' He thought. Chris hoped the other boy hadn't caught the pause in his speech. He didn't really feel like explaining himself, or defending his father if that subject were to arise.


It wasn't exactly a secret that Frank D'amico was taken down (a more accurate description; blown to bits) by masked vigilantes, as well as a horde of henchmen (including his ex-bodyguard) who were gunned down in the fight that led to the destruction of his home. Chris had been the only one to survive the massacre after a very intense fight with Kick Ass in which he wound up unconscious. When Chris woke up, Kick Ass had already gone. You could read all about the 'downfall of the D'amico corporation' in the paper, or hear coverage about it on the news. It was all over the tabloids; shots of the broken building as the cover photo. For Chris it was a constant and painful reminder of his fathers death. And it had been difficult getting by that first month. But now he was controlled by his hate for Kick Ass, and he wanted vengeance.


"Hey, what's your name?" Chris finally asked, not caring one bit that their little chat forced the other students to walk around them and use the opposite door next to the one Dave stood in.
 
A breathy nervous chuckle escaped his lips as Chris mentioned the leave of absence his old goon had taken. He knew exactly what it meant, considering he was a large reason for the man's death. "Well that's a shame, he did a nice job. I mean he got me out of your way." He trailed off, glancing around at the rushing students that irritatedly bustled around them, refusing to cut the D'amico boy off. Well at least he's not interested in my...


"Hey, what's your name?"


Today just wasn't Dave's day.


The green eyed boy cleared his throat, boozing his hand out as a former greeting. His chest threatening to burst. "I'm Dave, Dave Lizewski" his grin was broad, and mostly genuine.
 
"Naw, he was a real dick. I'm glad he's gone. I mean, I would have fired him myself but..." He let the sentence hang there as he shrugged his shoulders, the movement raising the straps of his bag and the weight of it's contents reminded him that he had yet to locate his locker and put his stuff away. His first class started soon and he still didn't know his way around the school. Javier might've given him a map of the place already, but Chris didn't feel like digging through his bag to find the thing. Whatever, he'd survive. And he already knew all the subjects he was supposed to be taking so it shouldn't be too hard to find the classrooms where they were taught in.


Chris smiled back before taking the offered hand in his own and giving it a shake. "Chris D'amico." He said in reply, just in case Dave didn't already know who he was.
 
Their skin brushed together, making Dave almost wince. The last time their bodies had brushed against each-other, their dual had lasted what seemed like an eternity. He glanced at the male's kind brown eyes, wishing he could take back many different events that had occurred what seemed like ages ago. "You're new here right?" He asked, shuffling into the building slowly, knowing the bell would ring in a few short minutes. He shouldered his own green backpack, making sure the zipper was closed properly. "If you need anything, I'd be happy to help." He lied, wanting to get as far away from Red Mist as humanely possible. Every moment they were standing inches from each other, was another second closer to Dave's down-fall. There was no way he wanted to get involved with Chris, as a friend, or an enemy. He'd seen the power of the D'amico family before, knowing too well how dangerous it was to cross them.
 
"Yeah." He answered, taking a couple steps forward as Dave backed away from him. Chris slipped inside the building as the other teen moved over to give him enough room to pass through the door. He brightened as Dave went on to say he would be willing to assist him if he needed anything.


"Well, since you're offering... you can help me find my locker. I'll figure everything else out on my own once I get that taken care of." That was right, Chris was trying to be more independent. His dad would have like that. It was something he never really mastered on his own. He was so accustomed to relying on others for help. Ever since the moment of his birth he'd had people wait on him hand and foot. He wouldn't be himself if he didn't take advantage of Dave's kindness at least a little bit.
 
The words reached Dave ears with full force, if they had been a fist his teeth would be slamming against the ground, blood dripping from his mouth. He glanced sideways at Chris, green eyes friendly while a weak smile spread over his cheeks. "No problem." He said happily, the false grin never slipping. They made a sharp turn, coming to Dave's locker before trudging on in search of Chris's. "I hope you don't mind making a quick stop." He said, quickly rolling his thumb over the combination and sliding the lock form it's place. His heart rammed tightly against his chest, realizing his Kick-Ass suit was buried under all of his essentials for the school day. He blinked once, staring into his locker for a moment before shoving his whole backpack in, refusing to open it in front of his unknown enemy. He slammed his locker shut, clicking the lock into place before spinning around to face the D'amico kid. Curly locks fell over his eyebrows, the facade still held tightly. "Locker number?" He asked, before the boy could question why he didn't have any school material in his hands.
 
Chris fell into step behind Dave as he led him down the hall past the rowdy teenagers as they slammed their lockers noisily and crossed the distance to their respective classrooms. He glanced distractedly around himself while taking in this new, and entirely unfamiliar environment as he walked. Chris still didn't know if he made the right decision to come to this school. It wasn't anything like he was used to, but he was determined to see the experience through. Besides, who knows, Kick Ass might even be attending the same school. Chris guessed the superhero was around the same age as him, and it wasn't that far of a stretch that he would be a high school student just like him. Also, he had just met this guy Dave whom he was beginning to like, so maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to go to public school after all.


The taller boy didn't really give him a chance to protest before they made a stop at Dave's locker, but Chris hardly cared as he continued to survey his surroundings. Brown eye's eventually fell upon the nearby bulletin board where some advertisements were posted. Most of the ads displayed held information about afterschool clubs as they attempted to lure people to join. But what really caught Chris' eye was the crude doodle of Kick Ass with a caption under it that read 'don't litter or I'll whoop your butt'. It was a stupid little nothing of a drawing, but it had Chris narrowing his eye's in disapproval as the picture stared back at him, almost mockingly.


He turned back around just as Dave had finished stuffing his backpack into his locker. Chris gave him a confused look when he saw that the teens hands were empty, but he wasn't given enough time to make a comment about it before Dave asked him for his locker number.


"Gimme a sec. It's probably inside here somewhere..." Chris flipped open the flap of his bag as it was still slung over his shoulder and began rifling through it. It wasn't long before he uncovered his schedule along with the locker number scrawled at the very top paired with the combination. Chris was happy to also find the map of the school that he had correctly assumed Javier packed for him.


"It says 318." Chris informed the other as he promptly closed his bag, still clutching the paper in his hand.
 
Dave glanced down at the pack as the boy known only to him as Red Mist ruffled through the clutter of things in search for his locker number. When the boy finally named off a three digit number, Dave's ears perked up. He was in the right wing of the school, just a few lockers down from the cafeteria. "I know where that is." He said, a grin along his face. He tugged gently on the boy's sleeve in the direction of their destination, making sure he was following close behind in the sea of student bodies. "It's just in front of the Mess-hall, easy to get to, and easy to remember." his voice was cheerful, trying his best not to give anything away. You're a normal kid, in a normal school, talking to a non-super boy who's dad you did not kill. Somehow, repeating this in his head didn't make the tight knot in his stomach disappear, it made it worse.


They doubled back to the entrance, only instead of going straight, he lead the boy to the second floor.


Girls loitered around the steps, eyeing both the boys with a small snarl of disgust as Dave's stunning green eyes wandered along their perfectly shaped bodies. He liked girls as much as the next guy, but something about him always made them turn the other cheek. Was it his hair? His clothes? His breath? He breathed into his cupped palm, sniffing quickly. No it's not my breath. Maybe Dave was looking in the wrong direction, maybe he was...


The male fell forward, his teeth slamming down on his lip. A roar of laughter swirled around him, a foot colliding with his side, making him roll to his left, peering up at his attacker. It was a jock, his brown eyes staring down at the boy with intense anger. "This him?" He asked to a very pleased Mindy, her blond pig-tails falling over her shoulders. "Yeah, that's him" Hit-Girl chirped, making Dave glare intensely.


Fuck, she'd making me do this now? his brain went into overdrive, not wanting to get slammed in the chest only to have someone realize his nerves were screwed up and pain didn't register as quickly to him as someone else. He cupped his hand over his bleeding mouth, groaning in half-pain. "What the hell was that for?" he yelled, getting to his feet, only to have a knee collide with the boy's stomach. He doubled over, feeling that one. "You know what you did, sicko!" The jock yelled, spitting in his face. A long string of saliva stuck to his glasses as he sunk to his knees, arms grasped over his sore muscles, blood dripping from a wound his teeth had opened along his bottom lip.
 
Chris cast his gaze downward and stared at Dave's hand like it was some sort of foreign object. He didn't like people touching him, especially when he didn't know them very well. But Chris saw how crowded the halls were, and he assumed Dave was only trying to help him and make sure they didn't get separated or swept up in the tidal wave of teenagers flooding around them. The fingers pulling at the fabric of his sleeve urged him to follow the taller boy, and Chris complied as he stuck close to the other as he was led up a flight of stairs. He didn't even give the chicks lingers on the steps a second glance as they passed by. Not caring to see the prissy and disapproving looks on their prettied up faces. It was bad enough when his father used to look at him like that; like he was a mistake that he wished he could erase. Chris had dealt with enough rejection from Frank to last him a lifetime. The last thing he needed was for a girl to tell him that she didn't want him. He decided to stick with what he knew; prostitutes and hookers. At least they would never break his heart.


Brown eye's darted to the right as a flurry of movement caught his attention. Dave appeared to be too distracted to notice the fist heading straight for him. Chris could only watch on in shock as the teen in front of him was sent sprawled out onto the ground.


"Shit, Dave. What'd you do to piss this guy off?" He asked, despite Dave not being in any real condition to start chatting as he was in the middle of getting beaten up by a burly looking jock. Chris hung back, unsure about what to do. He didn't really want to get involved, it had nothing to do with him for that matter. And he'd only known Dave for a short while so he felt no sense of entitlement that he should offer the misfortunate teen his help.
 
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Knowing there was nothing much to see, the anticipation for a fight quickly died down as a groaning Dave lay motionless. The surrounding student bodies swept away back into the sea of teens. Their business elsewhere, the Jocks shuffled away with a grinning Mindy at their flank. She'd wanted to keep the ignorant super-hero on his feet, a nice beating would do him good.


Dave looked at the other boy who'd accompanied him during the unexpected collision. His lip swelling slightly from the punctured flesh. He attempted to rise to his feet, slowly shifting onto his knees with one hand clasping the railing, the other still gently strung around his torso. "I don't know, I have no idea who that guy even was." He said, his face full of pain as he eventually hoisted himself into a standing position. He didn't blame Chris for standing there while the violence broke out, it was obvious that Red Mist didn't seem to care for the safety of others. Unlike Kick-Ass.


Dave pressed on, hair falling over his shame-full features. "Let's get you to your locker." He said, not giving into the pain that engulfed his abdominal.
 
"You look like hell." He mused, dark eye's roving over Dave's injured form as the teen struggled to lift himself off the ground. 'That jock must have really done a number on him.' he thought as he watched the taller boy lean heavily on the railing until he finally pushed himself to stand upright. Chris' gaze locked onto the others face, and he examined him as he recognised the discomfort that Dave was clearly trying to mask. "You gonna be alright, man? It's just that I don't want you passing out on me here." 'I wonder if this happens to him a lot..'





Chris readjusted the strap on his bag as it had begun to slip off his shoulder during the beating Dave endured minutes before. He glanced around himself and was surprised to find the other students were already moving on with their lives not paying Dave or himself any mind at all, almost as if the whole thing never happened.
 
A palm raised towards Chris as Dave waved him off like this was something that happened every day. It happened to him often enough for the D'amico kid to have power over it, why would he give that opportunity away to a potential nemesis? "Don't worry about me." He said between clenched teeth, emerald hues casting a glance over his shoulder. As they continued up the steps, the pain began to subside, at least as long as he didn't make any sudden movements with his face, or laugh too hard. "I'm not going to pass out, I've taken worst blows"


His mind automatically went to a pair off brass knuckles ramming him in the side of the head repeatedly, a masked man speaking into a digital camera. It trailed back to the constant collision of a pipe to his body, the first day he tried to bring a couple of car thieves to justice. He'd survive. You have no idea.


They reached the second floor, his gaze pinning on the lunchroom just below them. The bell rang, making the green-eyed boy jump slightly. "Okay, well being late on the first day is a given. They'll cut you some slack." He took a sharp right, leading Chris down an array of maroon lockers until eventually falling on his. "Well here you go. Is there anything else I can help you with?"
 
'So he's been into fights before? I bet he always gets his ass kicked.' From what he had seen, Dave hadn't really put up much of a fight at all. But it wasn't like he had the option of defending himself. All the jock really did was tip Dave over and start kicking the guy while he was down; it was a bitch move if you asked Chris. 'He's not much of a fair fighter is he?' But then again, Chris wasn't such a goody two shoes either. Especially when he took on the role of his alternate persona, Red Mist. Chris wasn't afraid of going to extreme lengths to get what he wanted. And if that meant he had to cheat in order to win a fight, then so be it.


Chris' eye's shot upward toward the unseen noise of a ringing bell, his gaze shifting to the other boy as he spoke. "Okay, well being late on the first day is a given. They'll cut you some slack." He didn't really care though, if the teachers or anyone else for that matter gave him any trouble he'd have Javier take care of them. He wouldn't kill them of course. The most he would probably do is dig up some dirt about them and bring those dark secrets into the light. Chris didn't care so long as their lives felt like a living hell.


When they finally arrived at what Chris assumed was his locker, he stared at the chipped, worn red metal with something akin to disgust. 'Where does the funding in this school go to anyways? Nothing in this whole place looks new...' He straightaway began to fiddle with the padlock, entering the combination as he read it from the piece of paper still clutched in his right hand, not pausing in his movements as he replied. "No, I'm good. And thanks, man. Everyone else here is too much of a pussy to even come near me." The lock gave way, and his locker swung open easily. Chris stuffed his bag inside before reading his schedule carefully, assessing which book he should take with him to his first class.
 
With the awkward half-fight still clinging in the air, Dave lifted his palm to his face, clearing the blood from his split lip. Scarlet liquid smeared across the back of his hand, making the boy feel queasy for a moment. He watched Chris fumble with his locker, the boy's words falling over him. He almost let out a sigh of relief, the tension between them cut with a thin knife. He felt like someone had been controlling him like a puppet, dragging his body through the school with fear hanging over his shoulders like large cords. He waved to Red Mist slightly, a nervous smile on his now blood-covered lips. "Well then, I'll see you around." He said before turning quickly. His shoulders slumped, all the anxiety clear from his body as he slowly walked away. I need to wash this about off my face. He thought, roaming towards the nearest bathroom.
 
Chris took a moment to glance up from his locker to look at the other boy as he spoke, not even batting an eyelash at the sight of more blood collecting on his busted lip. He had become desensitised to seeing such brutality. He'd even watched murder happen right before his very eyes on separate occasions during his childhood growing up. Being the son of a crime boss, you see a lot of things.


"See ya," He replied, a look of concentration taking over the once friendly expression he wore before he turned back around to peer inside the metal compartment. Fingers shifted through textbook title after title, searching for the right book to take with him to his first class. Chris eventually found the book nestled appropriately at the front of his bag. It was typical of Javier to place his books in order of his classes, the guy was really helpful, almost unnecessarily so. If only Chris had started to search his bag from the front instead of starting to work his way through the back he would have found it faster. He sighed to himself, he was just not into it today. Chris would never admit it to anyone, but he was actually a tiny bit nervous about how his first day would go. At the moment it was going just fine, but he knew that could change at any second.


Chris meandered through the deserted halls with his book tucked under his arm and his map held out in front of him like a lost tourist. He read off the classrooms signs hung up on the walls as he went. 'I should've taken Dave's help after all,' he thought idly. His map didn't turn out to be so confusing to read as it originally seemed and sure enough it led him straight to his class. The sign displayed beside the entrance confirmed it was the right one. Gripping the warm metal handle, Chris pressed downward, the door swinging open with a soft click. Chris closed the door behind himself, striding over to the middle row and sitting down into one available seats. The teacher remained standing with his back to him as he scrawled his own name up on the board.


"Good morning everyone, I'm Mr. Kershaw and I'll be teaching you biology this semester." The instructor spun around to face the class, a touch of a smile on his lips. "Now does anyone know the fastest way to determine the sex of a chromosome?" The jovial teacher began, his eye's shining before he continued, "You pull down its genes." He chuckled to himself at his own joke, earning a few polite laughs from a couple of students, but everyone else was much too tired participate as they struggled to remain awake. Chris mentally groaned, he could tell at that exact moment that he wouldn't like this class.
 
It took the male a little longer then normal to reach the painted white metal door, handle grasped tightly as he swung open the boy's bathroom. Shuffling in, Dave quickly stumbled to the porcelain sink. Green eyes stared into the reflection, gaze falling over his split lip, swollen and leaking red liquid. He turned the faucet onto cold, waiting for ice-water to shoot into his shaking hands. That was too close. Why is he here? Why can't he go to a private school, like all of the other rich snobs? His brain wouldn't stop turning. Millions of questions ripped through the center of his mind as he cupped his palms under the rushing liquid, and splashing it across his burning cheeks. The feeling of the cold rolling over his skin gave him some piece of mind, calming him as he cleaned his face thoroughly.


He kept himself stable with the thought that today was a fluke, there were over 900 kids in his grade, alone. What were the odds of them running into each other again? Next to none.


After cleaning himself up, the brown haired boy wandered back to his locker, rushing to pry all of his things from the green bag. He'd dodged a bullet, keeping his bag closed in front of Chris. If he'd been in a hurry to get to class before, it was most likely he'd loose his footing and spill the contents of his book-bag onto the floor. Then everything would go down-hill from there.


Dave ripped his pack open, reaching in and shuffling around the loose papers and broken pencils, hand falling over his biology textbook. He pressed it tightly against his chest, grabbing a green notebook and a silver mechanical pencil before closing his metal cubby and running full speed to class.


The flustered, red-faced boy stumbled into class just in time to hear the punch line of a very taste-less biology joke, laughing nervously to keep the air calm. His eyes shifted through the crowd, heart sinking when Red Mist came into view. Are you fucking kidding me!? He continued down the wall, his back pressed tightly to the side, as if he could sneak into the back without being notices. He knew this stupid stunt would fail, but he tried anyways.
 
Chris propped an arm up on the desk and rested his head into his open palm. Staring openly at the instructor while nonplussed by his cheerful attitude as the older man stood in front of the blackboard. Either he was new to teaching, or he was just a weirdo who had a hard on for biology. Or was it just that all the teachers at this school were like that? He guessed he would have to find out.


The sound of the door creaking open was hard to ignore, and it was even more difficult not to notice the very obvious figure creeping alongside the wall. Chris twisted around in his seat to get a better look at the intruder, and he brightened at the sight of his guide from earlier, Dave, as he attempted to slink past the teacher unnoticed, or at least that was what Chris assumed he was doing.


Amusement creased his lips into a small smile and his eye's flickered over Dave approvingly, regarding his face cleared from the previous traces of blood, with the exception of course being his split lip which was gradually congealing into a fresh scab. Chris motioned toward the empty seat beside him while cocking his head pointedly in its direction. Hoping the other boy would take the hint and sit beside him. He would rather with Dave than some other kid who he didn't know.
 
The fact that Chris has noticed him, made his stomach fly into his throat. He knew his attempts to sneak by would have failed regardless, but he didn't think he'd be found out from an student over a teacher. Plastering a very convincing smile on his face, he quietly slumped over to the dark-haired boy, taking a seat next to him. He leaned over, his forehead resting on the cool tabletop. Today was beginning to be a nightmare. There was no possible way he could keep sneaking around this kid, if the boy had been convinced they were friends. He had to shake him somehow, but he didn't have a cruel enough heart. He moved his head, his cheek pressing against the spiral of his green notebook, emerald eyes fixed on Red Mist's face. He hadn't noticed before, how intreagingly dark the other's eyes had been. Like two pools of shadows draining into a black pit. After a few moments, he realized he'd been staring, and quickly shifted his stance so his chin was resting on his folded hands. "I didn't know we had the same class. I could have showed you here." He said quietly, his whispered being unheard by the chattering teacher. "Sorry if it was hard to find. I hope you didn't get in trouble for being late."
 
"Me neither. I didn't think I'd see you around a lot." Chris was kinda glad things turned out the way they did. He didn't know anyone else at this school and it was sort of nice to talk to someone, even if they didn't know each other very well.


Chris shrugged, his movements unseen by the other teen as Dave turned away. "And it was fine, I found this place easily." He lied while reclining back lazily, the hard plastic chair pressing uncomfortably into his back. Chris refrained from propping his feet up on the desk. From the looks of it, he made a good decision. His desk was barely able to support a textbook, much less a percentage of his weight.


Chris paused, sparing the teacher a glance to make sure he hadn't overheard their conversation. When he was sure mr.whatshisface wasn't paying any attention to them he shifted forward, straightening out of his relaxed posture before hunching over his desk and leaning slightly towards Dave as he whispered not-so-discreetly into his cupped hand. "The teacher's really weird. I don't even think he noticed you come in."
 
A soft chuckle fell from his lips at the comment about their strange teacher. He glanced sideways at Chris. "He was too busy with the punch line of his bad biology joke to notice me." He said softly, his voice quieter then the other's had been. He sat up, stretching his arms over his head, his sweatshirt riding up slightly, showing the hem of his blue boxers and the small trail of skin above his jeans. He yawned, his mouth opened wide. Sleepiness tugged on the bottom of his lids, dark circles under his eyes noticeable from behind his glasses.


"I didn't even catch the beginning of the joke, and I already knew it was terrible." He whispered after lowering his hands onto his desk. A genuine smile lifted his lips, actually meeting his eyes.
 
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