A/N: Hello, everyone! I'm back with yet another little tale for you. This one I got inspiration on from the FOB song "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me" music video. If you haven't seen it yet, do so immediately! It's a real work of art! Most of my characters are based off of the people in the video. Oh and just for rambling purposes, Pete Wentz is HOT!!!! I think I'm in love now! And I have Werewolf-of-Alagaesia to thank for that. She'll be helping me a little with this story, but it won't be co-written sadly. Sorry, fokes! Well, I'll let you all get to reading. Enjoy!!!

First Day of School Blues

This is so fucking pointless!

This was the only thought that went through Amber Hemingway's mind as she sat boredly through her English Literature class. She was slumped down in her seat, arms draped over her desk with her chin resting on top of them. Her eyes were fixed vacantly down on the elderly female professor, not really paying attention to her on-going lecture on Shakespeare's "greatest masterpiece": Hamlet. If she were to glance around the forum, Amber knew there would be many other students situated in their seats the exact same way she was.

There are so many things I could rather be doing right now than listening to this hag rant on and on about a stupid play that was written centuries before anyone gave a damn…

Amber sighed heavily as she ran a hand through her long black bangs, sweeping them over to cover her right eye. She tipped the brim of her black fedora down lower, still debating whether she should take a nap or not. But her decision was taken out of her hands when a stern and slightly-irritated voice barked, "Miss Hemingway, am I boring you or are you not getting enough sleep at night?"

Amber looked up and saw Prof. Alexander glaring up at her, spider leg-thin arms crossed over a non-existent chest. She returned the teachers frosty gaze with a quirk of a perfectly-groomed black eyebrow.

"It would be the former, Professor." Amber stated blandly.

This only made Prof. Alexander purse her lips into a tight line and caused an ugly shade of red creep up on her cheeks and the back of her neck. Amber smirked slightly; she loved it when she pissed the old lady off.

"Well, maybe you should take that smart mouth of yours down to the Provost's office, hmm?" Prof. Alexander suggested.

But Amber knew it was more of a command than a suggestion.

"What for? All I did was tell the truth. What's wrong with that?" Amber asked, feigning innocence.

"You…you're wearing that ridiculous hat again in my class, even after all the times you've been told not to! You know perfectly well that it's against the school's attire code." Prof. Alexander stated, going over to her desk and writing up a yellow referral slip.

She tore the piece of paper off of the pad and held it out to Amber, who just stared indifferently back at her, but rebellion gleamed in her aqua colored eyes.

"Now, Miss Hemingway! Before I get any older!" Prof. Alexander snapped, her aggravation making the wrinkles in her face become more prominent.

Trust me, anymore help in that department and you'll just start to decompose. She scoffed to herself.

Amber rolled her eyes as she shoved all of her things into her black and red messenger bag and slung it over her shoulder as she stood up out of her seat. Her lace-up, knee boots produced a loud clomping sound as she made her way down the forum steps. She snatched the yellow slip from Prof. Alexander's hand and slunk out of class, making sure she slammed the door extra hard behind her. Amber walked down to the Provost's office with slow, lazy strides, definitely not in any hurry to get there. Reaching into the pocket of her navy uniform blazer, she pulled out a pack of citrus blackberry Trident gum and popped a piece into her mouth. She chewed on it idly as she opened the door to the Administration Office.

A prim and neatly-dressed secretary sat at a highly-polished mahogany desk, clacking away at her computer with long, wine-colored acrylic nails. She looked up from the monitor and over the rim of her white glasses at Amber before rolling her eyes exasperatedly and nodding towards the door to her left. Amber returned the gesture with a curt nod, turning the handle to the door and walking in. This was just a routine thing; Amber's once-a-day visit to the Provost's office. Upon entering the office, Amber looked around the small, yet roomy office. Pictures of sports teams and trophies decorated the walls along with various teaching degrees and awards. Then, her gaze drifted to the Provost himself. He was still the same fat, poorly dressed, slime ball that he'd been the year before…

Except…now he had a mustache that matched his greasy brown toupee.

Provost Chase looked up at her from his ornate, maroon leather chair and frowned deeply, obviously displeased that she was there once again.

"Have a seat, Miss Hemingway." Provost Chase sighed, motioning a hand towards the empty leather chair beside her.

She shrugged and dropped her bag unceremoniously onto the ground before plopping herself down into the chair in an elegant slump. With a flick of her wrist, the teen threw her yellow slip onto his desk. The Provost shook his head as he pulled out a rather large file from his desk. Amber smirked with pride. Her record of referrals for disturbances and indecencies…aw, what good times there were to remember? Provost Chase just glanced down at the now crumpled-up slip of paper before going back to examine her file.

"I see Professor Alexander wrote you up for another dress code violation." He stated, nonchalantly. "I'd think by now you'd know better than to wear that hat to school."

"Yeah, that's what she said, but obviously I'm a slow learner." Amber remarked with a lazy smirk.

"Yes, well…that much is for certain." Provost Chase muttered under his breath, not knowing that Amber had caught it.

After steepling his fingers up on the desk, the Provost looked down on Amber sternly, his eyes expressing weariness from this repeated issue.

"Now, Amber, do you really want to repeat your past two years here at the Academy? I mean, you're a junior now and I know you're really a brilliant student…Your grades have always been excellent…I just don't understand why you feel the need to act out in class and have such a strong disregard for the rules?" He rambled on.

Amber just sat there looking down at her hands in her lap, playing with the edges to her black lace, fingerless gloves. When he cleared his throat, indicating that he wanted a response, her vibrant blue eyes flicked up towards his bloated flushed face before returning idly down to her hands.

"Call it teenage rebellion, I guess." She muttered, quietly with disinterest.

"Well, whatever it is, it really must stop, Amber." The Provost told her, sternly. "I don't think your father would be very pleased to be called down here again because you wore that silly hat to school again, now would he?"

Her fingers came up to brush her hat fondly. It was one of the best purchases she'd ever made. She'd fallen in love with it the instant she'd seen it in a display at DEB. The fedora was totally her style with thin white lines and a black satin ribbon wrapped around it, a rhinestone buckle glittering cutely amongst all the black. It was almost impossible for Amber to part with it. If the hat wouldn't become all warped and funny-looking, she'd even wear it to bed. Besides…it went with everything. The Provost just gave her another heavy sigh before writing up another slip of paper. This time it was blue, which was just as familiar to her as the yellow one. She would have to give this one for her father to sign, so he'd know that she'd been to the office again, and she'd have to return it to the secretary in the morning. If she didn't, Amber would have a Saturday detention. So all in all…it was just a huge pain in the ass.

"Let's try to have a better year, okay?" He suggested, though his tone didn't sound hopeful in the least.

Amber didn't say or do anything as she took the slip of paper and left the room, slinging her bag over her shoulder again. Just as she was exiting the Administration Office, the bell signaling the end of class rang. This gave Amber some small amount of relief. At least now she wouldn't have to return to Old Grouch Alexander's class. She pushed her way through the throng of students, making her way outside to cut across the courtyard to her next class, even though she was in no real hurry to get there either. As she was passing under the grove of maple trees, a friendly taunting voice called out, "Hey, Amb, wait up! Don't start the Provost-lecture-sulking-party without me!"

Amber looked in the direction the voice had come from and smirked. Holly Porter, best friend and complete psycho, was jogging to catch up to her, gray and red My Chemical Romance satchel swaying from her shoulder as she did so. She slowed down her pace and allowed Holly to catch up to her, the lively color of her hot pink-streaked black hair making her feel better already. The choppy layers bounced around her face in time with her springy movements. Holly offered her a smirk in return as they settled into a comfortable pace together.

"So, how was your meeting with Mr. Skuzzy?" Holly asked, sweeping her long bangs out of her face.

"The usual…boring and totally pointless." Amber replied, vaguely. "He just ranted on about how I should respect the school's absurd dress code and that I needed to change my attitude or we'd have problems. You know…that whole inane spiel."

"Yeah, I bet he's just as tired of giving that speech as you are hearing it. I don't get why he even bothers anymore." Holly stated.

"I know, he knows I'm going to do whatever I damn well please anyway. I mean…they've given up on nagging about other parts of my style. I don't see why my hat is any different."

"I used to feel your pain, Sister." Holly agreed, putting a hand to her heart and shaking her head in pity. "I show just as much disinterest in the dress code as you do, but now they've pretty much given up on me."

Amber smirked before looking her friend over. Holly did have her own sense of style that would send most adults into a hissy fit, especially their school administrators. Her uniform was all disheveled, blazer unbuttoned, tie loosened, white shirt unbuttoned as well and partially untucked, navy plaid skirt stitched with band stickers and adorned with a black studded belt over it, black Mary Jane's replaced by black and hot pink checkered Vans with knee-high black and green socks. To make things even more unusual, she had a pair of ridiculously large headphones draped around her neck, which were attached to the iPod she had hidden in a secret pouch on the inside of her skirt.

"I don't know." Amber sighed, smirk never vanishing from her face. "Maybe they have a secret infatuation with me or something."

"Man, I know the Provost does for sure!" Holly exclaimed with a whop of laughter. "Everyone can tell he's got a school girl fetish."

"I don't look like an average school girl, though." Amber pointed out.

"True, you're more like a…gothic bad girl who'd rather be in some dark alley making-out with God-knows-what than sitting around in some dull classroom…kinda person." Holly agreed.

"Thanks for classifying me so thoroughly, Hol." Amber retorted, her eyes glittering with amusement. "I really appreciate it."

"Don't mention it." Holly replied with a dismissive wave, her eyes too gleaming with laughter. "That's what I'm here for."

Amber did muse on the thought for a minute though. It was no secret that she was considered gothic. If the black knee boots, fingerless gloves, and chains dangling from her skirt didn't hint at it, the layers of dark eye make-up contrasting with her ivory-colored skin would. Because of her idea of fashion, Amber was pretty much a loner, which made people believe she was even more of a recluse than before. Holly was pretty much her only friend, being an outsider as well. But Amber loved her style and wouldn't give it up for the world. She really didn't understand what was so bad about it to begin with. It was just wearing a bunch of dark colors together with a few well placed chains and spikes here and there and a healthy dose of black eyeliner and eye shadow, even switching to midnight blue or add a bit of sparkle if she was in the mood. Other girls did some of this and they were popular; they just didn't mix it all together like she did. Amber wasn't really a freak like everyone though she was, but no one gave her a chance to prove it.

"All well, I just can't wait for this day to be over." Amber announced, stretching her arms high over her head.

"Me too, Hun, me too." Holly agreed.

Just then, the tardy bell rang insistently as they stepped back into the building.

"Great! We're late for class!" Holly exclaimed, sarcastically.

Amber rolled her eyes and hung her head in frustration. Holly saw this and smiled in sympathy.

"We could just skip." She suggested.

"No…" Amber sighed, wearily, adjusting her messenger bag strap, "we need to go. If I get into anymore trouble than I'm already in, my dad will kill me without hesitation. I'm already fearing for my life as it is."

"Better a 30-minute detention than a trip to the morgue, I guess." Holly agreed, wistfully.

"Come on, we'd better hurry before Professor O'Connell decides to make it an hour." Amber said, dully, as they made their way down the now empty hall.

What a perfect fucking first day of school this turned out to be…Amber thought, grudgingly as she and Holly stepped into their history class.

A/N: Well, I hope you all liked it. I'll be trying to incorporate the vampire part of the story in the next chapie, so stay tuned. And again if you haven't seen the FOB video, WATCH IT NOW! That's all. Review pretty please with strawberries and sugar on top!