Okay, so I know that Dahvie and Jayy didn't go to highschool together and are infact seven years apart in age, but I thought it'd be an interesting take if they were both sixteen and going to high school together. So don't kill me, it was just what popped into my imagination.

It's gonna include some lyrics from BOTDF too, kay? DON'T JUDGE. :C

Oh, and if you review, I'll give you a unicorn named Sprinkles. c: and it's sparkly. SO REVIEW YOU AWESOME FREAKS. C:3

Dahvie

It's okay. I told myself. All you have to do is march in there, sit down, and listen. You don't have to acknowledge anyone else. Just the teacher. All you have to do is listen to the lesson, and then you can.. repeat that for six more hours.

I had no idea how I was going to survive my sophomore year of high school. Freshman year had been hell enough, and now I had to do it all over again, only with harder homework, stricter teachers, and sixteen year old's that thought they were twenty-one and acted eleven.

I'd tried to ask my mom to put my on home school.

"No, David." She had said. "You need the social activity."

"What social activity?" I argued. "I don't have any friends to have social activity with."

"Then make some!"

I wish it were that easy. I wish I could snap my fingers and everyone would be my friend, but that was just a fantasy inside my head. In all reality, none of the kids liked me. They all picked on me, they all thought I was a loser, and they called me names because I liked to dye my hair and wear eye liner and listen to loud music.

I took a deep breath and entered Mrs. Morinson's Home Economic's class. This would be another thing I'd get made fun of, but I couldn't not take it. I wouldn't go into choir because I was afraid to sing in front of people, and all the other electives just looked horrible or had horrible people in them. Sure, this classroom would be mainly filled with girls, but who cared? At least they wouldn't be too horrible to me. I hoped.

I found a seat in the back of the classroom. The counter was empty of others so I quickly took a seat and set my black Dickies backpack on the counter. As I'd suspected, there was a classroom full of girls and maybe two other guys. The bell rang and Mrs. Morinson walked to the front of the class in a pair of denim jeans that were too tight and a purple blouse. Her graying brown hair was pulled into a tight pony tail.

"Welcome to your first day of Home Economics." She exaggerated the last part like she was announcing our arrival to a new country. "Over the next year we will be learning a lot of interesting things, but for the-"

Mrs. Morrinson was interrupted suddenly when the door swung open and a tall boy with black hair that had the tips dyed red walked in wearing a pair of slashed up jeans and a tight tank. He held a bag with patches and buttons all over it and stood like he truly didn't give a fuck.

"Late on your first day?" Mrs. Morrinson asked in shock.

"Yeah yeah." He said, but I couldn't help but stare. Not in a gay, I-Want-This-Dude's-Dick way. I stared at him because all around the class were loud whispers about how he looked and he didn't even seem to notice.

"What's your name, young man?"

"Jeremy."

"Griffis, I presume?" She asked as she tapped her pen on the roll sheet she held.

"The one and only."

"I won't mark you tardy because I would hate for you to look like a bad student to your teachers on your first day of a new school." Mrs. Morrinson pondered. "Although it seems by these records, it won't be much of a surprise to any of them. Take a seat next to David." She motioned at me and my eyes widened. No. I thought. I took this seat to sit alone!

Jeremy nodded and took the seat directly next to me. There are a row of seats and you take the one right next to me? Come on dude.

Mrs. Morrinson went on to explain what we'd be learning the first couple weeks, but I stopped paying attention after she said something about handicrafts. Instead, I pulled out my notebook and flipped it open to the last page I'd written on.

My lyrics were my life. They kept me sane because they were what I went to when I felt depressed, lonely, or angry.

I read over what I'd written just this morning on the drive to school.

As I grow stronger my voice gets louder
Your shit gets weaker as I stomp you with my sneakers
I'm already dead inside
Let my words eat you alive

I sighed and started to scribble down some more lyrics. Rise to fame, it's a game
They own your face, they make your name.

"Those are good." I nearly jumped out of my skin when Jeremy's voice trailed into my ears. I cocked my head to look at him. He was peering down at my lyrics. I quickly folded my arms over them and asked, "Why are you reading them?"

"Noticed you weren't listening. Wanted to know what you were doing." He shrugged.

"Well these are kind of personal so I'd appreciate if you didn't creep on them." I glared.

"I'm sorry, kay?" He sighed. "I just thought you were good is all." The look on his face sent me into automatic feel bad mode.

"Sorry, I just... No one's ever read my lyrics before."

"Why not?" He asked.

"I don't have anyone to share them with." The truth of my words hurt my chest.

"No friends?" I shook my head. "Me either." He said.

"The difference is it's your first day ever going here. I have a history of this town."

"I didn't have friends where I used to live either. In fact, all I had was bullies. They were really mean, and my mom took me out of school at one point. Then when she put me back in, there was a cop that followed me every where. I had one class all day long. People thought I was autistic or something because of it."

"Is that why you're here now?" He nodded slowly, but when he opened his mouth to say something, someone else yelled across the room, "Look at the faggot couple!" The whole class burst into laughter and started pointing at Jeremy and I. My face got flushed with anger and I peered down into my notebook instead of watching them laugh at me.

"At least I can get someone to suck my dick." Jeremy said calmly. I was astounded by what he said for two reasons.

1. He said it way more calmly then any other sophomore would say dick.

and 2. Now people were going to actually think I was a raging homo.

"That's quite enough!" Mrs. Morrinson yelled. Her voice rang through the classroom, and she pointed directly at Jeremy and I. "DETENTION."