Disclaimer: Only thing I own is the plot…other than that...nothing.

A/N: Ok I know I really should finish my other fic "Such a Pity" but… this plot bunny was just bugging me! So yeah!

Ok this fic was originally going to take place in London but I know absolutely nothing about London so that wouldn't have worked out.

I'm sorry I've been away for so long. I honestly am!

For all of my friends that attend school with me who are reading this fic…you're going to laugh your ass off because well you'll see…tehe.

Dedication: I usually don't dedicate chapters or fics to anyone but I don't know I feel like doing it now. So this chapter is dedicated to Alex…I heart you Alex.

Yup, it's a brand new year. The sun is shining the birds are singing, and the freshmen just keep getting shorter and shorter. But one mustn't complain when you're the most wanted guy in school, by both the ladies and guys. Yeah life is good…

So, just for future reference I am the one and only Sirius Black. Mhmm, you heard me right, I'm16 going on 17 and a junior attending Whitman High in Los Angeles, California. I'm about 5'11" and around 130lbs. (all muscle baby!) I have straight black hair that falls to my shoulders, and grey/blue eyes.

I'm the typical bad-boy school heart throb; all the guys admire me and the girls practically through themselves at me. But even I, the almighty Sirius Black, have a dirty little secret of my own. I'm gay. Yes I know what you're thinking…bunch of perverts! I've known forever, but have been in denial. So I haven't technically come out yet…not even my best friend James Potter knows. I'm sort of scared to tell him.

Well I can't say I haven't tried to tell him. I mean I kind of sort of hint at it, I've made friends with a lots of gays, who probably already know I'm gay by the way. But James being well James most likely won't notice that, seeing as how I hang out with a different 'group' of people every week. I also haven't dated a girl for about three months. Now you might think that isn't a very long time, but NO you're wrong. The wonderfully sexy Sirius Black has a new girl on his arm every week or two, so the fact that I've been single for such a long time is in fact meaningful in a way.

But like I was saying, it's a brand new year! This could finally be my chance to come out! Besides who could hate me? I'm devilishly good looking, charming and smart to boot. Can you believe some people actually call me a conceited dickhead? It's preposterous! Really now, no one has ever resisted me…no one...EVER! I swear even straight guys have dirt, wet dreams about me.

But enough about me, even though we could talk about me for hours because I'm that interesting, and back to my lovely High School. Lots and lots of people, everywhere, at all times, just moving non stop, and very chaotic. I love it. There's always stuff to do and people to see. I couldn't imagine myself in any other high school actually.

Well anyways, the first day of school is the best. It's always an easy day with little to no work at all, seeing as how little freshmen are trying to find their way around campus and teachers need to introduce themselves and go through the 'rules and procedures of the classroom'. I'm usually a very good boy the first day of school, but by now almost every staff member in school knows me so there's no fooling them, tehe.

Well first period I have tae bo, I know what you must be thinking 'why in the name of all that is mighty is he taking tae bo?'. Well I'll tell you why. It has rebelliously messing black hair, black wire-rimmed glasses, and its crush for about a million years is taking it first period this year. That's right my best buddy of all time Mr. James Potter insisted upon it. You can't see me right now but I'm rolling my eyes.

So as James and I hear the bell to go to class, we leave the group of giggling, bubbly girls we were talking to and head to class. Tae bo is inside the gym so we wait patiently (well, not really) while the coaches open the doors for us to enter. Once inside we strategically sat on the sixth row from the bottom of the bleachers, one row directly under –gasp- Ms. Lily Evans and her friends. Ms. Evans has been my buddies' infatuation for the past 6 years or so, which is why we're taking this class in the first place like I previously mentioned.

So as the gym starts filling up, my eyes begin to wander the crowds of people. Once in a while I point out someone to James and commenting on them, which James merely shrugs off, too preoccupied with trying to strike up a conversation with Lily. I see mostly nervous freshman, some huddled in tight little groups and others alone just waiting for the coaches to come out and take role.

Eventually, our couch that I know but not by name (I just mentally call him 'the white skin head couch') comes out.

"Alright my class, move more to the center of the bleachers!" He yells out above the chatter. "If you have tae bo, please if you would move to the center!" he calls out again motioning to the center. So James and I get up along with a couple of other students and move to the center. I hear other couches yelling at their own classes to settle down and move to a certain spot to take role, but I just ignore them. At least they'll be out of here soon and my class will have the whole gym.

Settling down once again on the bleachers, still one row directly below Lily, we listen as the couch speaks again.

"Answer when you hear your name!" he shouts, holding up a clip board, a pencil in one hand he begins the tedious task of role taking. After my name was called, my eyes once again wandered around looking for a suitable group of girls to talk with for the next hour, seeing as how we won't actually be dressing out in our uniforms till next week –little freshman still need to buy their locks and clothes and what not-

Role was eventually over and we were left to our own devices. James was being an idiot and I was bored out of my mind. Suppressing a yawn my gaze lands on a lone figure on the bottom row of bleachers with light brown goldish hair that fell to the shoulders. I'm immediately interested, of all my years at Whitman High I've never seen anyone with hair like that. A girl moves a little to the right to whisper into a friend's ear allowing more of the mystery person to be revealed. To my utter surprise said person turns slightly revealing to be a guy, a very pretty guy might I add, with very light skin, but from where I'm sitting I can't really see his eye color. Another girl moves and I can now plainly see his attire. He dresses very clean and neat but not too boring either. He has on a long sleeve white shirt – that are pulled up a little- under a brown short sleeve shirt with a weird pattern on it, and blue jeans with navy blue converse. He's on the thin side and looks to be about 5'8" maybe taller, never was good at guessing heights.

I notice he fiddles a lot with the bracelets that adorn his wrists and his head is almost always down, his long hair shielding his face from view. Curse his gorgeous hair! Suddenly he looks up as everyone starts standing up and walking out of the gym, as they do so blocking my view of him. I feel a tap on my shoulder and I turn to see James staring at me weird.

"Hey, Sirius the bell just rang." Oh…that explains the sudden rush and movement of students. I turn around again frantically looking for my mystery person again but he's gone along with half of the other students. I sigh and follow James to our next class.

This continued for two more days. Me staring at mystery person (now dubbed P.E guy) for all of the period. He always sat in the same spot and so did Lily and her friends so logically so did we. I really wanted to just get up and go talk to him; I mean poor thing was all by his lonesome self! I mean he wasn't a freshman, the guy didn't look 13! But he obviously didn't know anyone, so it was only the nicest thing to do…

But like I said I was too nervous. If he were a girl it would be different, see all I'd do was walk up to her and sit next to her, flash my perfect charming smile and ask for her name and it's in the bag! But you can't do that with a guy, how does one guy even approach another guy. It's just not done.

And so like I said for two days I just sat and stared at P.E guy, occasionally girls would show up and be all girly but I'd pay them no mind. That is until Wednesday night as I struggled to go to sleep, images of him drifting in my mind, I made a decision, Thursday, that very next morning I would go talk to him. That plain and simple…or so I thought until Thursday morning came and went and it was soon time for first period.

Uh… maybe Friday…everyone loves Fridays…yeah Friday sounds good.

A/N: I know that was really short! But please please please review! It would make me happy!