Chapter 1

"Duncan Evans! What did I say about no PDA on campus?"

The high-pitched voice startled the two teenagers currently occupying the classroom, causing their lips to break apart and their heads to swivel towards the speaker. It was an older lady, probably nearing seventy, of the name Edith Atkins. She was at present the oldest teacher of Hayward High School as well as vice principal. Upon sighting her, the boy immediately backed away from the young girl, leaving her to fall straight onto the hard tile. She let out a pained yelp and sent him a dirty look, but her companion didn't seem to notice; nor did he care. Instead, he gave the other, older woman a mischievous smirk. Though he knew her question was pretty much rhetorical, he replied snarkily, "You know, I'm not sure. I never listen to you."

The elderly vice principal fumed, muttering, "Why, you- Hey!" she shouted abruptly to the girl who had been trying to crawl her way out of the classroom, "You stay right here! He's not the only one who violated the rules." The girl stopped her movement, and sat back on her heels; her head bowed in shame and her face turned pink. The woman pulled out a ready pad of paper and jotted something down in red ink. "Girl," she barked sternly, "Give me your name." She tapped her pen on the paper in impatience.

Without looking up from her lap, the girl squeaked pathetically, "K-katie Santos." The sound of pen scratching against paper followed. Shaking slightly, Katie stood up to face the woman. "Please don't give me detention. I promise it won't happen again," she pleaded, but was only met with cold brown eyes hidden behind square lenses.

"Ah, but you see, Ms. Santos, it is not of matter to me whether it will happen again. What does matter is that it has already happened." Ms. Atkins brushed back an unruly strand of curly grey hair, scribbling an extra note on the slip she'd written up and handing it to the tan girl. "I advise you to be wiser in the future, my dear, especially when choosing your...men," she added snidely. She was glaring at Duncan, but he only snorted in response to the comment.

Still sulking, Katie shuffled in her pink sandals out of the room and down the hall towards the office. The second that the door slammed shut the grey-haired woman rounded on the male teen. She poked a bony finger into his chest. "You are a shameful boy, Mr. Evans! This is the second time in the past three days that I have had to punish you for messing around with these poor girls! I'm guessing that one was still not your girlfriend, was it?"

Duncan shrugged leisurely. "What can I say? She may be hot, but I don't do commitment." He grabbed her poking hand and tore it roughly away from his shirt.

His answer served only to further infuriate the woman. She yanked her hand back and spat, "You are horrid! You ought to be expelled. If only I were in charge of expulsions," she murmured angrily to herself before continuing, "Oh well, I'll just have to settle for detentions until Mr. Raden comes to his senses and sees that you are no good!" She let out a satisfied smile.

"Ha! Is that the best you can do? I don't go to detention anyway." Her grin slipped off. "Whatever, teach, I gotta run now." And with that, he was off, bursting through the door before she could respond.

Hands shaking as she stared at the wide open door, Ms. Atkins let out an enraged scream.

Duncan whistled quietly. He was standing in the hallway where his locker was located, fiddling with his combination lock until it popped open, as did the metal door of his locker. Taking out a notebook and replacing it with a folder and textbook, he packed his perpetually empty backpack and then closed the door again. He slid the strap over his shoulder, a hand through his neon fauxhawk, then started walking in the direction of the double doors that led outside. They were shoved apart to reveal an abundance of grass, as well as the other school buildings. Looking around the campus, he eventually found the building marked 6A and began heading there.

Out of all the buildings, 6A was the largest. Oppositely, 6B was the smallest. Because of this size difference, 6B was hidden quite nicely from the other buildings. Students would sit or stand in the quaint little area behind 6B on a surprisingly green patch of vegetation, drinking, smoking, or simply hanging out. This place being located on the edge of the school, they could admire the views at the same time.

Duncan chuckled to himself dryly. Those "views" were not great, seeing as all that could be seen for miles was the cruddy little town of Prescott, Ontario. With nearly 5,000 people and less than a five square kilometer area, it wasn't all that nice to look at. From Duncan's vantage point, alleys could be seen, filled with trash and dumpsters and the homeless. The back of the very building he leaned on as he pulled out a pack of cigarettes was covered with graffiti, much of which was his own work. Old, busted vehicles with black tinted windows parked permanently outside of the gates.

Duncan slid his back against the bricks, bringing a single cigarette to his lips and inhaling deeply. He blew a ring of smoke, drifting through the air until it eventually faded into nothing. This action was repeated several times.

Feeling a vibration in his left back pocket, he reached to grab his phone and turned it on to find that his friend, Geoff, had texted him. The message was filled with errors, but Duncan managed to decipher it somewhat.

Hey dunc i got sumthing importent 2 tell u. Met in our norm spot.

The pierced teenager rolled his eyes. Geoff, as awesome as he was, had a tendency to over-exaggerate. Whatever he had to share probably wouldn't interest Duncan in the slightest. Despite this possibility, Duncan decided he'd go find Geoff anyway. It wasn't like he was doing anything important at the moment. So, he let the smoking paper stick fall from his lips, crushed it underfoot, and then began walking to their "norm spot".

As soon as he emerged into the dark alleyway behind the admin building, Duncan was greeted with a rather loud "Hey bro!" from Geoff. Ignoring the obnoxious volume, the dark haired young man grinned and bumped fists with his blonde friend.

"Great to see you, dude! Smart move skipping English today- we had to, like, analyze the book or some shit. Mr. T seemed really pissed at me. I'm not sure why. Maybe it was because I fell asleep in class again." Duncan laughed at that. "So, anyways, Duncan, what you been up to?"

Said delinquent smirked. "Well in free I got some action with the skinny tan chick who's in math with me. You know the one, she's always squealing with her fat friend at lunch. What's her name?"

"Uh, Katie, I think. Sadie's the big one."

"Yeah, that sounds about right. Anyways, we were having a great time making out until that old hag Atkins walked in. She sent tan chick to the principal and tried to give me detention. She has it in for me, I can tell," Duncan added, tapping his head. Geoff chuckled sympathetically. "I did a runner before she could actually punish me."

Geoff whooped and gave him a pat on the back. "Nice job, dude!"

Duncan smirked but continued, blowing out a breath, "So now that that's out with, what is it you wanted to tell me?"

The blonde looked confused for a moment. "What are you... Oh right!" His comrade rolled his eyes. "Bridgette told me we are getting a new student tomorrow! They announced it in her history. I think," he paused, struggling to remember, "it was a girl. Corrie or something like that."

Duncan nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Okay, that's cool and all, but what does it have to do with me?"

The party boy smiled widely. "Well, according to the picture Bridge saw, she sounds pretty hot."

"A lot of girls are pretty hot, Geoff."

His smile only grew. "I heard she's a size D at the least."

Duncan's disinterested expression dropped. "That's more like it. Thanks for the heads up, man."

Geoff responded with a thumbs up. "You get her, dude!"

And with that final encouraging statement, the two split ways.

Duncan looked forward to tomorrow.

A/N:

This chapter has officially been edited. Yay! Hope it's better than it was.

-Scraps

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