Author's Note: Uh, it's been a while hasn't it? I'm kinda brain farted on this one. Haha, but I think I got it.

Also, someone PMd me and asked me how old I was and I told them I'm 15 and they we like "OMG, I thought you were like 17 or 18!". I was like thanks, I guess? Haha. Anways.

Funny story, in french class everyone copies me. I dont really care, I dont care about shit like that. Then my friend Devin told me Cydney, you're a paper whore. You let people copy you. You copy whore. I just laughed. So, uhmm, yeah.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot.

Warning: This story contains bad language and suggested themes which none are in depth or detailed so not for those of young age, mmk? mmk.

**I hope I'm not offending anyone at the end of this chapter. Do know that I mean this to no offense. You just have to realize that all of this is Duncan's point of view so that explains choice of words. If I offended you I am truly sorry for my actions.

North Wood High Love

Chapter Three: Hollywood Undead

"I have came here today to chew bubble gum and kick ass...and I'm all out of bubble gum."

-Dr. Acula!

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The bell to go to third period rang and I got up and walked out the door. I had Mr. Gorgo, what ever the hell his name is. He teaches American History. My least favorite class in the whole freaking school because this is the period with all the goths and punks. Just let me tell you, punks and goths hate each other. Goths think that punks are posers and vice versa. I don't see how we're posers when we actually live up to our name unlike them who just wears black and hates the world because their life is shitty. Well so is mine but you don't see me cutting myself or hating the fucking world. I take action and get the bitches back for fucking up my life. That's the difference between punks and goths: the way we look at the world.

Goths see the world as depressing, I hate my life, I'm going to listen to my emo-core, and cry myself to sleep. Punks on the other hand we hate the fucking world too but we see it more as a joke, we steal, fight, rebel, and while doing all this we listen to death-core while burning this fucking city. When I cause my crimes now I wear a mask that way I won't go back to jail again (not that I mind). Jail is a child's play I rather get the chair for my crime then go to jail and come back out and do it again.

I walked in class and saw the Circle sitting in the back and the goths in the front. I walked pass Gwen and she snarled. I gritted my teeth and barked at her. She rolled her eyes and paid me no more attention. I smirked and walked to the back of class. I sat beside Shepherd and the rest of the circle and watched as the ret of the students came in the class. I rolled my eyes at the Goths. They were truly pathetic. The guys are gay, almost gay enough to start shaving their legs. The girls look like dykes. The guys jeans are tighter than any whore. They call it freedom of expression. Bullshit.

I rolled my eyes at them listening to their music. They closed their eyes and bobbed their head slightly. They're probably listening to Hawthorne Heights then ten minutes later they're going to start crying. I growled in irritation and Mr. Gorgo came in and sighed.

"Mmk, class we're going to be reading chapters one and two on the American Revolution." I sighed.

"What the hell man? Seriously, I may not like those gay faggots in the front of the class, but I'm pretty sure that they don't wanna do this shit no more than we do. So how about we just chill out and pretend that we actually enjoy this class." I said with irritation. The goths in the front just sat there like little kids who didn't know what the fuck to do.

"Well Mr. Roy, I assumed that you would say something like that, so I already filled you out a detention slip." The old geezer pulled up his pants and slip his glasses back to the bridge of his nose. His graying hair got in hid face as he leaned over his desk to scold me.

"Mr. Gorgo, you should know not to assume because you make an ass out of you and me. So I wouldn't advice you to assume all the time." I said. I rolled my eyes and pulled out my iPod once again. I don't even know why I come to school. I don't like it. But, something tells me I should be here. So I am. For the reason, I haven't figured that out yet. I grabbed my bags and went to Mr. Gorgo's desk and grabbed my detention slip. Anything is better than this shit.

I started walk out his class until he stopped me.

"Mr. Roy, if you would read,, it says after school detention. Sit back down." I looked down at the white slip with pink and yellow under it. I cursed under my breath went back to my seat.

I saw Gwen look at me with a sneer. I would have reacted to it, but I decided against it. The door opened and to my joy I saw Miss. Courtney. She went to Mr. Gorgo's desk and gave him her schedule. He looked over it and nodded. He scanned the room.

"Please have a seat next to Duncan. Brace yourself." He muttered the last bit but I heard it. I chuckled at his advice then I smirked when she made her way towards me. I turned to her with a smug expression on my face but before I could even say anything she spoke.

"Don't speak to me, Ogre." She glared at me but it didn't phase me much.

"Been called worse." I said nonchalantly.

"Ugh. Such a Neanderthal." I rolled my eyes.

"Let's not use big words on me already, we just met, Princess." She furrowed her arched eyebrows at me and glared even more so then before.

"My name is Courtney, use it."

"Who cares. Say, wanna ditch this shit hole and have a little make-out session?" I asked wiggling my eyebrows. She looked disgusted and made the gaging sign with her finger. I put a hand to my heart and looked down as if I got shot. "Oh, that hurts." I said with a smirk at the end. She shot daggers at the book then she opened her book and began to read but not before she gave a retort.

"Shouldn't you be busy on going to jail."

"Not yet. See all the evidence the police has is a police sketch of my mask. Don't worry your sweet little head Darling." She growled in frustration. I just looked at her amused at her little temper tantrum. I pulled out my butterfly knife and began sharpening it aimlessly. I heard the goths socialize in the front of the class. Some of the guys eye liner was running. Especially this one kid who had the bad of his hair sticking up like a peacock. I bet he tells his friends that he bleeds black.

"Hey pansy boy, stop your bitching!" I yelled and sat back and laughed. Gwen turned around to me and glared.

"What the hell is your problem?! Why the hell do you hate us so fucking much?! What have we ever done to you?!" I got angry and sat up straight and leaned on the edge of my seat.

"You fucking posers! Get over your damn selves! Stop moping around like some damn corpse! The world's not fucking ending! I don't why the hell you guys claim you hate the world for some shit that it's done to you! Well, you can't change it so get the fuck over it! Do something then act like fucking faggots and dykes! That's why I hate you so damn much!" I yelled right back at her and she sat back in her seat. Gwen looked down then back up at me.

"You don't know what we go through!" I rolled my eyes exasperatedly.

"Get over it! Well all go through some shit in our life! God. Do you see us moping all over the fucking place? Oh! My mom told me I couldn't get a new phone! I know! I'm going to mope all around the damn place and cut myself! Yeah!" I said mockingly at them. "No, that's not how it works." I said. I felt the weight of someone staring at me and it was Courtney. Gwen and her goths turned around. I looked at Courtney.

"What the hell--?" She was cut off by her phone vibrating then she looked at her phone and sighed. I heard her mumble. "No, not today."

"Excuse me?" I asked. She ignored me and walked up to the front of the room to Mr. Gorgo's desk. He looked up at her tiredly.

"Yes Ms. Sanchez?"

"I have to leave. Is that fine Sir?" She asked politely. He looked around.

"I don't even care." She thanked him and left leaving her stuff in the room and only taking her phone. I wondered what the hell was that shit all about. I brushed it off like I do so many things. I heard my phone ring it's ringtone, Medusa.

"So why don't you fuck yourself? You fucking whore." I looked at my phone and it was a text message from Kevin. I opened it and it read: Meet me in the neighborhood, asap. I rolled my eyes for the umpteenth time today.

I looked the Circle.

"Eh, we have a meeting." They all nodded and stood up. I followed suit. When I passed the goths, I gave them the finger. Shepherd laughed.

We all exited the school building and I saw some already heading down to the neighborhood.

We exited the path and was in the neighborhood, we never really did know the name of this little complex but everyone calls it the neighborhood. We all started to form a circle in the middle of someone's yard that wasn't home and started a bonfire in the middle of their lawn. If you walk around the neighborhood you'd see a lot of burnt grass patches in people's yards. Kevin, my oldest brother, looked at everyone in the circle.

He threw some weed in the bonfire. He also grabbed some beer bottles, whiskey, vodka, and some liquor. We all were confused at his actions.

"Kevin what the hell are you doing?" Shepherd asked. He sighed and explained.

"The Latin Kings and Queens are after us again." Kevin said hotly. I shook my disbelievingly.

"I don't believe this shit."