Hello everybody! So this is the first time I've written and published a Niff fic before. I really like this pairing so I hope you like my story. If you do that's great because I have a lot planned for this story. Please read and review, it will be greatly appreciated. Also, I don't have a Beta so there might be a few mistakes here and there.

Jeff Sterling leaned against the chain fence behind the bleachers, a cigarette dangling between his lips. He was supposed to be in Italian class but everyone knew the class was full of shit, so why bother going? Actually he didn't bother going to his first five classes that day.

"Hey Jeff."

Jeff turned to see his fellow skank, Quinn walking towards him. Her pink hair stood out underneath her darkly colored beanie.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Where were you all day?" Quinn asked.

"I felt like sleeping." Jeff said plainly.

"Aren't your parents ready to kill you with all the classes you've missed?" Quinn asked.

Jeff shrugged. " They don't fucking care about anything I do as long as they don't have to deal with me."

"Maybe if you showed up to history today, you would have seen the cute new kid." Quinn said with a smirk.

"Cute new kid? Do tell."

"There's not much to say really. He's sort of short with shaggy brown hair. He's completely socially awkward and probably a dork." She said.

"Well that's appealing." Jeff said sarcastically.

"Look, that's him over there." Quinn said, pointing towards the football field. Jeff removed his sunglasses and glanced over, noticing the brunette that Quinn was talking about. He wore an outfit that looked like his mother picked it out. It included a pair of perfectly ironed khakis, black converse, and light green polo.

"He's not completely unfortunate to look at." Jeff replied, putting his glasses back on.

"You should tap that." Quinn said.

Jeff scoffed. "No way. He probably isn't gay and he's definitely not my type."

"I thought your type was anything that moved." Quinn said.

Jeff flipped Quinn off before adjusting his pink and blonde dyed fringe while secretly glancing over at the brunette once more.

Jeff was walking down the hallway, late to his algebra class as usual and not caring as usual. He heard noise coming from around the corner so he sped up, his curiosity getting the better of him. He saw the new kid that Quinn pointed out, pinned against a locker by two football players, Azimio Adams and David Karofsky.

"Hey, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Jeff yelled, approaching the jocks

"Stay out of it Sterling." Dave growled. Jeff looked at Nick who was obviously struggling against Dave's grip.

"Leave him the hell alone." Jeff said.

"And if we don't, what are you going to do about it fag?" Azimio taunted. Jeff snapped. He wasn't the biggest guy but he was still really strong. He threw him self against Dave, making him stumble and lose his grip on the boy. The brunette crumbled to the ground, his hand against his throat. Azimio launched himself at Jeff but the skank easily dodged it and sent his fist straight into the boy's gut. Azimio doubled over and fell to the ground.

"Get the fuck out of here and don't ever touch him again." Jeff snarled. The two football players scrambled to their feet and ran away, their tails between their legs.

Jeff walked over to the boy and held out a hand, pulling him to his feet.

"You okay?" Jeff asked.

He nodded. "I think so. Thanks, I'm new here. I'm Nick Duval." He said and held out his hand. Jeff glanced at once but didn't do anything. Nick awkwardly put his hand into his pocket.

"Those guys are assholes." Jeff said.

"Yeah they are. So, what's your name?" Nick asked.

"Jeff."

"Nice to meet you. Thanks again for helping me." Nick said.

"Don't mention it. Really don't. I shouldn't even be around you." Jeff said.

"Why not?" Nick asked.

"Well, just look at me." Jeff said, pointing to his piercing and rugged clothing.

"What am I supposed to be looking at?" Nick asked.

"You should be afraid of me. Everyone else is." Jeff said.

Nick shrugged "Well I'm not."

"You should be." Jeff said with a smirk. The boy turned on his heel, his combat books squeaking as he did so.

The next day Jeff's parents were home from work so instead of dealing with them yelling at him to get up, he decided to go to school on time for once. He pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans, white t-shirt, and a denim vest with a silver studded collar. He then slipped on a beanie and his worn out combat boots. He walked downstairs and grabbed a muffin, ignoring his parents as he did so, before climbing on to his bike and drove to school.

Jeff went to his English class, a few minutes late but the teacher seemed to be shocked that he had even gone to class. He took his seat in the back and rested his head on his arms, attempting to catch up on his sleep. He only looked up when he heard the door to the classroom open again. There was a flustered Nick Duval stumbling into the classroom.

"Hi, I'm sorry I'm late. I'm new and I just got switched into this class." Nick said.

"It's alright. I'm Ms. Lormand and you must be Nick Duval." The young teacher said.

"Yes that's me."

"Great, why don't you take a seat in the back?" Said Ms. Lormand. Nick nodded and began walking towards his seat. Jeff cringed when he realized that the only empty seat was next to him. Nick smiled at Jeff and plopped himself down in the chair.

"Hey, what's up?" Nick whispered.

"Nothing, this class is bullshit."

"It can't be that bad." Nick replied.

"Can you just leave me alone?" Jeff snapped.

Nick frowned. "Why? What did I do?"

"I told you I don't think you should be around me. Plus, I don't want to taint my reputation by being seen with your dorky, virgin ass." Jeff said harshly. The blonde expected Nick to be angry with him or maybe even upset but Nick just smiled at him that Jeff hated himself for finding it adorable.

"I have a feeling you'll grow to like me." Nick said with a grin.

"Whatever you say, dork." Jeff replied and turned his attention back to Ms. Lormand.

Jeff came home from school, throwing his backpack on the ground. He walked into the kitchen, hoping that his father had any left over beers in the fridge. He probably drank them. He was surprised to see his Mom sitting at the kitchen table with a cup of tea instead of the flask he catches her drinking out of.

"Jeffrey." She said sternly.

"What?" He snapped, opting for a bottle of water instead of a beer.

"Don't use that tone with me. I just received your marking period report card." She said.

"And?" Jeff asked.

"And? Jeffrey, you got all Cs and Ds in every class except Italian." She replied.

"So what?"

"Do you want to make it into college? Or do you want to be a failure for the rest of your life?"

"Why do you even care?" Jeff snarled.

"Of course I care. I don't want any son of mine flunking out of high school." She snapped.

"Oh, so now you care about me? What about when Dad called me a fag yesterday? You didn't say anything then." Jeff replied.

Mrs. Sterling sighed. "Your father was drunk last night."

"He's drunk every night. And that's no excuse. You're my fucking mother." Jeff yelled.

"Don't you dare use that language. What if your siblings hear you?"

Jeff frowned. Of course that's what she cared about. "Fuck you Mom. I'm going out." Jeff said and stormed out of the house, ignoring his mother's protests.

As Jeff drove, he couldn't help but let the tears fall. All he wanted was for his mom to be on his side for once. All he wanted was one moment where she stood up for him instead of constantly ignoring his calls for help. It was bad enough that his father was a jackass. She was his mother and she was supposed to protect him.

Jeff pulled into the parking lot of the Lima Bean; he didn't even want coffee. He just wanted to be out of the house. He got off of his bike and leaned against it, pulling out a cigarette as he did so. He quickly lit it and took a long drag.

"Jeff?"

Jeff looked up and saw Nick Duval walking towards him.

Jeff sighed. "Great." He mumbled sarcastically.

"What are you doing here?" Nick asked curiously.

"What's it to you?" Jeff snapped.

"Sorry, I was just asking. I didn't mean to bother you." Nick said and Jeff felt slightly bad for taking his anger out on the boy.

"It's fine. I'm just in a shitty mood." Jeff replied.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?" Nick asked.

"Who is this kid? He's too nice for his own good." Jeff thought.

Jeff shook his head. "Not really. Basically people suck." Jeff replied and took another drag.

"Not all people suck." Nick replied.

"Oh really? Name someone." Jeff challenged.

"Jesus." Nick said.

"I'm an atheist." Jeff quipped.

"Ok, how about Quinn. I heard you were friends with her." Nick said.

"Yeah I am but she's still a bitch." Jeff said with a smirk.

"What about me? I'm not too terrible." Nick said.

"I barely know you." Jeff said, flicking some ash on to the ground.

"Maybe, you should get to know me?" Nick suggested, with a shy grin, which to Jeff's displeasure was also adorable.

"Why should I?" Jeff asked, testing out the waters for a second.

"Because you might be surprised on how awesome I am." Nick joked, making Jeff laugh for the first time since they met.

"What happens if I don't find you awesome?" Jeff asked.

"Then I'll buy you another coffee."

"Another?" Jeff questioned

"Yes because I was about to ask you if you'd like to have coffee with me, my treat." Nick said coyly.

Jeff knew that he should just say no. More people in his life were not a good thing and if he let Nick in once he'd never go away. However, for some reason that didn't bother Jeff too much.

"Fine." Jeff replied.

"Don't sound too excited." Nick replied sarcastically.