A/N: Just an idea I randomly got.

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Nervous, that word was such an understatement at this point. I was practically shaking as I pulled into the Bayside high school student parking lot. There were girls with overly tanned leather like skin, and bleached out blond hair. There were guys with tank tops showing off their muscles and enough hair jell to run a car with. I could see my knuckles turning white from how hard I gripped the steering wheel, avoiding gazes as I slowly coasted to an empty space.

"Here we go." I mumbled to myself, taking my keys out if the ignition and grabbing the blank notebooks and folders from the passenger's side of my Mustang. I waited for the lot to clear a bit, before I opened the door and stepped out, my crisp new jeans, and converse shoes entering the unknown first. I put my things on top of my car, and rolled up the sleeves of my purple button up. I ran a comb through my blond short hair, and leaned to check myself in the mirror. My light blue eyes had a slight untraceable amount of mascara on the lashes and the cover up masked a small line of break outs on my chin. No other dude would know I even knew what this shit was. I checked my perfect white smile, still getting used to no retainer, but no traces of my earlier muffin were visible. I stood straight, popping a mint into my mouth and taking a few deep breaths before heading towards the school. Not many people were still outside, just some kids smoking on the other side of the dumpsters. I avoided eye contact as I entered the front door, and focused on my footsteps to calm myself down. No one here even knew my name, so my secret was safe. I walked the vaguely familiar path to the principal's office. Mr. Belbing? Mr. Belking? What the hell was that idiot's name again? I noticed the golden plaque on his door. Alright, Mr. Belding. I knocked first, kind of hoping he wouldn't answer and I could just run back to my 'Stang for a smoke to calm these ignorant nerves.

"Come in!" His cheerful voice called through the wooden frame. I gulped, gripping my books a little harder as I turned the shiny golden knob.

"Awe, Mr. Anderson. Nice to see you again, take a seat, take a seat." I just nodded, laying back in his stiff chair and not caring about the "proper" way to sit in the presence of authority. My mom would kill me. His smile drooped a little as he took in my not to happy attitude.

"Well, welcome to Bayside. I'm sure you'll make plenty of friends, and enjoy yourself a lot. But I have an important parental meeting soon for one of my… More challenging cases. I just hope you won't become one of them. Alright, well here's your schedule, and I hope the best for your first day." He smiled cheerfully, handing me a pink slip. I grinned, pink, how appropriate. I reached to take the paper, and turned to leave, not sparing him anything else. I didn't want to be here, I didn't want to be at any high school, anywhere. Fuck, I wasn't even sure I wanted to be alive.

"Two Oh three." I read the name of my first period English class.

"Here goes nothing." I mumbled, approaching the door not far from the principal's office. I knocked, and a brunette girl answered. Her smile turned to one of shock as she stared at me, without blinking. Oh Christ, here we go…

After a minute of her just ogling at me, and the teacher repeating "Kelly, who is it?" six times, I waved a hand in front of her bimbo face.

"Can I come in?" I asked annoyed. She bounced back to reality, cheeks instantly flaming red at her gawking. She moved aside, and I walked into a boring, typical classroom. The teacher was old, looking to be close to death at any rate. But she smile kindly, and I just handed her my slip, trying to ignore every single eye watching me.

"Oh, Mr. Anderson, I've been expecting you. Please, take a seat in the third row there please, and welcome to Bayside." She smiled sincerely, but I just nodded, taking back my paper, and strutting to the only empty desk in the room. I made eye contact with a few lust stricken girls, and not so friendly eye contact with the guys. I could tell that they weren't into having their territory invaded by some new comer, but I didn't ask for this. I knew every girl in here was grinding their legs together over me. I wasn't stupid. I knew I was "Gorgeous", "Man beautiful" or any other lame adjective used by countless tramps to describe me. I was about six foot two, one- hundred sixty pounds of slender muscle. I liked to work out to get some of my aggression out, and jogging gave me this tan. I model sometimes on the side when my parents won't give me money for something, but we're loaded, so it was more for fun.

"Your first name, please Mr. Anderson?" The hag asked, drawing even more attention to me.

"Sebastian." I stated, my voice was deep, but not overly so that I sounded black.

"Sebastian… How perfect." I heard a few girls giggle as some other girl's statement from behind me. I rolled my eyes, opening up my notebook and doodling a hand gun.

"Well, welcome Sebastian. Please, if you would, stand up and tell us a few things about yourself." I glared at the old harpy, pissed that she was that stereotypical.

"I'd rather not." I stated rudely, not caring if she didn't approve.

"Oh… Well alright. Class today we will be going over the greatest poets in American history." I smirked as she took the hint well, returning to my drawing. When the bell rang, I hadn't taken in any information even for a minute, and I sighed in relief as one period of hell was done with.

"He-hello." I looked up from gathering my stuff to see the brunette girl, Kelly standing in front of me, flipping her hair and batting her long lashes. I tried not to pretend vomit at the pathetic scene.

"I'm Kelly. I just wanted to know if you needed help to any of your classes?" She asked, overly cheerful smile intact.

"No thanks, but you have some lip-stick on your teeth." I mumbled, brushing past her and out the door before any other girls could corner me. Back to this, fan girls who couldn't take a hint. I made my way to the bathroom, and quickly shut the stall door, deciding I'd spend the next period in here. I could just blame my absence on new kid syndrome. I sat on the toilet, and put my head in my hands, trying not to cry. I hated people. I really, really did. I didn't like talking to them, or how they looked at me. I hated wondering if they were onto my secret, or if they were organizing a group mob to beat my fagot ass after school. I'm gay, so gay I'd rather watch a musical than play basketball, or put on lip gloss than an athletic cup. I just wanted to sit in my room, and jack off to the thought of another dude in my ass, not be here with all these idiots judging me. I've had really, really bad luck with high school so far, and now here I am, the fourth school in three years, trying again. My parents told me I was going to a "Rebirth" center in New York if I didn't make this one work. The center was for "Fixing the homo problem." God fucking knows what they do to you there…

"Yeah, kid has a real attitude too, thinks he's better than everyone." I heard voices as at least two guys entered the bathroom.

"Yeah, and did you see how rude he was to Kelly? What a real jerk." A deeper voice said this time. I laughed, not caring if they heard, as they talked shit about me. I just stood up, and walked out. The three guys looked mortified that they'd been caught. I just smirked at them all, and walked out. I couldn't help but notice that the blond was a babe for sure though.

"Finally." I muttered, lighting up a long overdue cigarette and taking a deep puff.

"Knock knock." I rolled my eyes as that Kelly girl once again made a desperate attempt to get my attention, this time by approaching my car window. School just fucking let out, can't this bitch go home?

"Yeah?" I asked, not caring how rude I sounded. She didn't seem too phased by my tone though, and her obnoxious smile only grew to her ears.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to go to The Max? It's a local hang out around here, figured you'd want to meet some new people?" She asked in an overly happy tone. I just flicked my ashes, they fell to her feet, but she avoided the hot cinders.

"I just want to head home. No thanks." And I started my car, flicking my cigarette out the window. She ran over and smashed it into the ground. I laughed, pulling out and heading home. I saw her looking lost as she stared at my car. I shook my head, knowing this wasn't the last time she'd be on my dick.

A/N: Sorry if it's not perfect. Review for more please=]

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