(AN: Hai thar! This is my first fic so i'd really apprieciate it if it were reviewed...pweeeesse?
Disclaimer: If I owned Watchmen, do you think I'd be here?
Now enjoy~~~
-Alice3)
Alot of kids dreaded their first day as a highschool freshman. They were afraid of being beaten up, stuffed in lockers, or garbage cans. Going home with a black eye or, more over, going home in a body bag. Some, despite this fear, were looking foreward to the learning experience. These few had been constently picked on because of this fact. Others concealed their nervousness by hiding behind masks of nonchalant, i'm-better-than-you attitudes and thick layers of make-up.
However none of these statements were true for one boy named Walter Kovacs. Walter was entirely apathetic about his first day at highschool if not for one thing. Edward. Blake. The two had never really seen eye-to-eye, and I mean that quite literally. Walter was a 'runt' as Blake, a very tall teenager, whom could easily pass for at least 21, liked to describe him, and Walter did his fair share of calling Edward quite a few...imaginative names on the side.
Edward Blake was, as previously stated, very tall, very strong, and very scary to all, accepting Walter. He had dark hair and dark eyes that seemed to laugh at you, silently and mockingly. He had also taken to being 'the school bully', which is the most common term for the stereotype that would enjoy laying a baby bird infront of a hungry cat just to hear it sing in panic for mercy. But when it was Blake's decision, mercy never came.
As Walter walked onto school grounds, battered bag over his shoulder, he caught sight of one Adrian Veidt. He was not very fond of the blond-headed PETA member, from his sickeningly sweet, condecending tone-of-voice to the way he flaunts around his parent's money in an attempt to gain respect. Sure people followed him for it, but obviously, Veidt didn't understand the disdinction between the two.
Adrian was currently talking to a girl named Laurie...Laurie...something with a "J". Damn. Walter could never remember her last name. Oh well. He didn't excactly care to, Either. He didn't, unlike almost every other male in the god damned school, see her as desirable in any way, shape or form. A girl like her, with all the physical attention she got, would most likely turn out a horrid, bloated, whore, dieing early from a sexually transmited desise or an overdose on diet pills.
He walked directly past them, blowing off Adrian's curt greeting and Laurie's look of disgust. He looked down at the smudged, torn and wrinkled peice of paper that was his schedual. He had math first. In room 43E. The E building was on the upper level of the school so if he went there now, he could most possibly snag one of the seats in the back. It wasn't that he didn't like to pay attention, it was just that he didn't like being to close to people if he could avoid it.
As he entered the room he noticed three things. One, the lesson was already scrawled on the chalk board. Two, there were three other people in the room. The teacher, Mr. Randers, Jon Osterman, a creepy sophmore who never seemed to talk to anybody, and someone whom Walter took to be a new kid. Walter went to go sit in the back, when the rather pudgy teacher with a large black mustache called to him in a rather interesting accent,
"Hey! Fill the front seats first, please!"
Walter wanted to hit something.
But all the same, he did as he was told. He sat beside the rain speckled windo and glanced out. He turned his head to see the new kid holding out his hand for a hand shake. He had brown hair and a large smile on his face. He wore glasses that were nearly as rain speckled as the window which suggested he, too, had walked to school.
"Hello!" He said prompting his hand for a shake again, after Walter did not take it the first time. "My name is..."
TO BE CONTINUED! (AN: Aren't I just evil?)