A/N: Man, a lot of my writing is born of boredom and 80s flicks. This time? Fall break and 'Heathers'. Enjoy.

Update: I started writing this a few months ago, and the Rockies have lost the World Series and the baseball season is over. So, uh, it's a little outdated. I'd also like to warn you that I kind of suck hardcore at slash, so I'm sorry if this, well, sucks hardcore.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything! Plz don't sue me!

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Chad detested this school. Sure, he said, "Go Wildcats!" and wore the red and white and everything, but really, this school was stupid. Everyone was grinning with their white teeth all the time. Everyone was involved with wholesome extracurricular activities. They really needed some drug addicts or transvestites. A single sociopath would suffice, Chad supposed.

The sociopath would be a girl. Chad quickly added in his mind.

"Chad?" Troy said. Chad sighed inwardly. Troy's face got really old after a while, especially his adorable sad puppy eyes.

Adorable? Chad decided to not pursue this momentary gayness with further consideration.

"Yeah?"

"Who are all these new kids?"

Chad rolled his eyes discreetly.

"The district is busing, remember? Trying to diversify the school?" He was tempted to smack Troy upside the head with a "Dumbass."

"Oh." Troy said.

The bell rang. Chad was happy to be rid of Troy, for a few hours, at least. He was even happier that it was time for first period, and first period was French, and he had French with Ryan. He had come to accept that Ryan was actually a pretty cool guy. Granted, he'd never admit it to anyone, ever, but he still accepted it.

Chad quietly walked the halls, praying he wouldn't be stopped by one of those inane teammates of his. He really wanted to one day yell, during an STD assembly, "I'm only on the team because it looks good on college applications!" But then the world would explode or something.

He finally arrived at his class, and took a seat in the back left corner, behind Ryan, who turned and grinned.

"Have a fun conversation with Troy?"

"Oh yeah, always."

Chad heard muffled squealing. He looked to his right, where the noise appeared to be coming from. A couple of the new girls were looking at him and Ryan, beaming pathologically. They didn't even pretend to not be staring. Chad decided to ignore this. It was too early to deal with the mentally ill.

He turned back to Ryan.

"Did you watch the Rockies game last night like I asked?"

Ryan grinned very sexily. Not gay.

"Yes. It gave me horrible Little League flashbacks, but yes, I did."

"And?"

"And what? I don't care enough to have a formulated opinion!"

Chad sighed.

"You don't care that the Rockies kick ass like nobody's business?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"It's about their less-than-stylish hats, isn't it? I always knew you were a hat elitist."

"I gotta be me."

They laughed. The bell rang. Ryan turned, as the teacher began to talk. Chad couldn't make himself stop smiling, especially about the Paul Anka reference.

A small paper triangle landed on his desk. He opened it quietly, as to avoid being caught with a note.

'KISS HIM ALREADY!!!!'

Chad read it a few more times. Was it really that obvious? It couldn't be. He worked so hard to hide it…

But I'm not hiding anything. He looked around, trying to figure out who wrote this. Those two girls were still staring at him, still grinning. Chad rolled his eyes.

They're just crazy.

Or really observant.

Whatever. Either way, it's just them. No one else knows.

Just keep telling yourself that.

Oh, shut up.

You shut up!

Chad attempted to distract himself from the bickering match in his head by focusing on French, which suddenly became the most boring language ever.

Why did I even sign up for this class? Chad regretted thinking this immediately.

Ryan.

You be quiet.

Truth hurts, huh?

I said be quiet!

Fine. But I'll be back. We both know it.

Chad sighed.