*Silver's P.O.V*

I rushed down the hallway as fast as I could, easily slipping through the crowds of loud teenagers. Keeping my head down, I tried not to draw attention to myself. I hated it when all eyes were on me. It felt like they were all silently judging me, mocking me. I suppose I should've been watching where I was going though, because suddenly I smacked into a muscular wall and was knocked to the ground. Yep, that would definitely draw attention to myself. Dammit. Wait. . . Walls aren't muscular!

I peered up from under the veil of fiery red hair that had fallen over my face and stared at the muscular boy who loomed over me. He had black hair whose fringe covered one of his exotic golden eyes; exotic golden eyes that were currently piercing through me. I gulped as he raised one eyebrow, the rest of his face blank. Yep, I was going to die. He was going to kill me for running into him.

"Damn, girlie, watch where you're going." he sighed, frowning slightly as he brushed off his sloppily buttoned white uniform shirt.

I gaped at him. Did he just call me girlie!? Oh hell no, he may kill me, but he's damn sure going to know that I'm no girl before he does! All worries of my social awkwardness gone, I jumped to my feet and flipped my long, foxy hair over my shoulder before planting my hands haughtily on my hips.

"Girlie!?" I repeated what he had said, glaring up at him. Damn, he was tall. "I'm a guy, you half-brained idiot! What, are you blind or something!?"

He just stared down at me, his other dark eyebrow rising to meet the already raised one in amusement. A small, infuriating smirk tugged onto his lips and it the fueled the fire bubbling within me.

I carried on, namesake eyes blazing. "Another thing, you ran into me! So, you should be the one watching where you're going. . . girlie!" I finished lamely, even though it actually was me who had ran into him, my anger dying down and being smothered by insecurities as I realized that I had caused a scene and that a group of on lookers were now had their eyes trained on me.

I coughed awkwardly, my hands automatically flying up to fidget with my long hair as I ducked my head and tried to dash around the boy I had just yelled at. He caught my arm, swinging me back around to him with ease. I gulped, silently cursing myself for my stupidity. Why hadn't I apologized and ran like hell was at my heels when I had the chance?

Finally, the boy said something, "You're new here, aren't you?" when I shrugged, he continued, "You must be. You're not wearing a uniform. You dared to insult me. Plus, I'm sure I would've noticed a girl- oops! I mean, a boy, like you."

At that last sarcasm infused sentence, my blood began to boil again and my hands flew back to to my sides, inclosing into fists as I glared up at the boy once again, my silver eyes met his eagle like ones, which were glinting with amusement. That infuriating smirk on his face grew even larger.

"I'm Gold Hunter. What's your name?" he asked in his deep, almost growling voice.

"None of your damn business!" I snapped, dislodging my arm from his grip and shoving past him. I heard faint traces of his laughter as I bolted down the hallway, my face turning redder and redder by the second.

It wasn't until I reached where I was told the main office would be that I allowed all the annoyance to drain out of me and the embarassment to take over. I groaned inwardly, considering banging my head against the wall. I was such an idiot. I had just arrived at my new boarding school and already I had embarrassed myself. Pulling myself back together, I pushed the office door open and stepped inside. An older man with graying hair looked up from the oak desk he sat behind.

"Um. . . I'm a new student," I mumbled, rubbing my arm as I made my way slowly across the room.

He gestured for me to sit down as he spoke,"Ah! The transfer student from Kanto, correct? Silver Giovanni?"

I nodded, hesitantly taking a seat in one the plush armchairs across from his desk. He smiled warmly at me. "I'm Professor Oak. Welcome to Arceus Academy, the best boarding school in all of Johto. Now, I've been informed that the reason you were kicked out of your last school was account of your short temper and mild bipolar tendencies. Many of the students at this school have problems such as your own, so don't expect any special treatment. You had best behave yourself, you hear?"

"Yes sir." I mumbled, lowering my head.

"Good, good. Now. . ." he rustled through a stack of paper for a few minutes before continuing, "It seems that one of your papers has been lost when they were transferred to me, so I'll need you to answer a few questions. First, what is your blood type?"

"AB," I answered, just wishing he would hurry up and give me my room key.

"Birthday?"

"December 24th."

"Age?"

"Sixteen."

"Finally. . . Are you a BOY or are you a GIRL?"

My gaze shot back up to Professor Oak to see him squinting at me, completely serious. Holy mother fucking hell. I do not look that feminine. Have these people never seen a guy with long hair? Resisting the urge to scream at him, I answered quietly, my teeth gritted, "I'm a boy."

"Are you SURE?" he asked, skeptical.

"God damn it! Yes, I'm sure! The last time I checked, I definitely had to stand up to pee!" I exploded, my face burning.

He just stared at me, not amused by my outburst. "Since it's your first day and your obviously tired, I'll let that this slide. Starting tomorrow, though, you better be a model student. Let's keep those bipolar tendencies in check, yes?" he scowled at me.

My face grew hotter and I nodded mutely. Sighing, Professor Oak opened a large drawer on the side of his desk and pulled out a silver key with the number fourty two etched into it. He passed it over to me, smiling briefly.

"Here you go. Your bags haven't arrived yet, so I'll have them sent over as soon as they do. The dorms are right across from this building. The building on the right is the boys' dorms and the one on the left is the girls'. Your room is on the third floor. Everyone else should be in class now, since the bell just rang, so you'll have to try and find it yourself. Also, since classes are almost over, you won't have to start your's until tomorrow." He explained, leaning back in his brown leather chair.

"Thank you, sir." I nodded before standing up and all but running from the office.

He called after me, "When your roommate shows up, get him to show you around!"

I made a face as I walked out the double doors of the building, ignoring the stone path and walking across the crunchy orange autumn leaves towards the boys' dorms. A roommate? That wouldn't work out well. It's not even that I don't like rooming with people, because I don't mind sharing at all. It's just that I'm so awkward that I end up never talking to them and when I do, I stick my foot in my mouth. Then there's also that bipolar thing I have going on. Sometimes, I snap on my roommates for no reason and it makes me feel horrible because I don't want to be like that. I don't want to be that unlikeable guy who no one hangs out with, but I can't help it. Sighing, I made my way into the dormitory and stepped onto the elevator at the end of the hall. This dorm was pretty fancy and well kept, especially considering that a bunch of dirty teenage boys lived here. I pressed the button that would take me to the third floor, somewhat happy that I would be staying on the highest floor. Heights were nice.

When the elevator doors opened, I stepped off and started reading the room numbers on the doors. Even numbers were on the left. Finally, I found room number forty two at the very end of the long, twisting hallway. I stuck my key in the door and turned it. The door stayed closed. Scowling, I pushed on it. It still didn't budge. Annoyed, I through my shoulder into it, forcing it open just wide enough for me to squeeze in. My silver eyes widened at the mess that greeted me. Clothes covered the floor of the large room, leaving few patches of carpet clear. Posters of girls and cars and a bulletin board plastered in pictures covered half of the wall. A few guitars were shoved in a corner, along with a stereo and a pile of CD's. Looking closer, I could see a bed on either side of the room. The bed on the right was unmade and had a laptop and an iPod sitting on one of the pillows. The bed on the left was made up and had only a few shirts thrown on it. Most disgustingly of all, food wrappers littered the right side of the room. Shuddering, I carefully picked my way over to the right side of the room and assumed that it was mine since it was cleanest and the walls were bare. I yawned and crawled onto the bed, not bothering to take my clothes off or crawl under the covers. When my roommate came in, I would have to man up and have a serious talk with him about room cleanliness. But, first, I would take a little nap. . .

I stretched out, arching my back and blowing my long fringe out of my face. Frowning slightly, I tossed my head to the side, trying to get comfortable again. I just couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me. I carefully opened my eyes, only to scream rather girlishly when they met two golden ones. I scrambled up until I was sitting with my back against the headboard, clutching a pillow in front of me. My heart pounded against my chest as I stared at the laughing boy who sat cross legged on my bed. After a few minutes, he finally calmed down enough to speak.

"I guess we're roomies now, girlie." Gold Hunter smirked at me.