Welcome to my first chapter!

This thing took way longer to write than I wanted. But it's finally started and much shorter than I desired.

Anyways

Obviously I don't own the characters.

Make sure to read and review! If people don't show they like it, then it's kind of hard to write. );

Woe is me if you don't.


"Ciiiieeellll!"

"Ugh... Alois, what the fuck?" The blonde runs into my room and begins bouncing on my bed.

"Ohhhh Ciiieeell It's time to get up!" He laughs and jumps harder.

"Get off of me, you ass!"

"But I didn't want you to be late for your first day!" He fakes a pout.

I look over to my night stand and the clock says 11:30. "Class doesn't start until 1pm, jerk. My alarm wasn't going to go off for like 15 more minutes. I can't believe you took away my precious sleep from me. Now get the fuck out of my room Alois!"

"Whatever. Someone didn't get their beauty sleep." He rolls his eyes as he crawls off my bed, heading towards the door. I chuck a pillow at his head. "Don't be such a little bitch, Ciel." He tosses the pillow back to my bed and leaves.

I roll over to face my window. Looking outside, it's a little foggy but it's clearing up. The sunshine peaks through the clouds. I close my eyes in hopes of resting a few more minutes before getting up; laying there for about two minutes but give up in the end. Yawning, I sit up to stretch. My clock says 11:34 and the Muni leaves at 12:23 so I have a little under an hour to get ready. I hop out of bed and start shuffling through my dresser. A midnight blue V neck with one of my skinny jeans should work. A pair of underwear is thrown in as well. Shutting my drawers, I grab a towel to make my way down the hall to the bathroom. It's closed.

Banging on the door, I yell, "Hurry up! I need the shower!"

"Hold your horses!" A masculine voice calls back, "Man, can't I use the shitter in peace?" The man says half to himself. A scruffy blonde opens the door. "It's all yours, Ciel." The man walks down the hall, back to his own room.

"Seriously Bard? You could at least use the febreeze! We bought it just for you!" I shout towards his door while walking into the bathroom.

I strip off my clothes and jump into the shower after I mess with the temperature knobs. The hot water runs over my head for a good 10 minutes, relieving my sleepiness. I quickly wash my body, rinse it, and leave the shower to dry off. I throw my clothes on then look to the mirror fix my hair. It only takes a minute of messing it around. Damn, I look good. I grab my tooth brush and scrub them until they shine. After I finish, I stare into the mirror.

"Heeeyyy seeexyyy." I wink at myself and spend a good amount of time admiring my reflection.

"God you're such a freak Ciel." Alois walks pass the bathroom door and continues down the stairs.

I lean out the door, calling after him. "Don't be hatin'!"

Back to my room, I gather my art supplies. I go over the syllabis to make sure I have everything. I do, so I toss it into my large, black portfolio. It's such a pain that I'll have to carry it around all the time. I glance at the clock which reads 12:09. I grab my black peacoat and a grey scarf, double check I have everything and then leave to go downstairs. Alois is sitting on the couch watching some random show on TV. He's too zoned out to realize I'm there. Thank God. I make my way to the kitchen to make myself tea. I steep the loose leaf earl grey for a few minutes and then pour it into a travel mug. It's my version of coffee. Ugh, coffee is so gross. I make a face to no one in particular and head to the door.

"See ya Alois!" I go through the front door and shut it fast so he doesn't time to say anything back.

I pull my iPhone out of my pocket to check the time. It's 12:17. Perfect. I walk down the street to the nearby bus stop, then reach into my coat pocket again and take out my headphones. I don't understand how these things tie themselves into knots so easily... While I'm untangling them, the Muni pulls up. With portfolio and mug in one hand, I shove the iPhone and headphones in my coat pocket and then reach into the pants pocket to pull out my wallet for my clipper card. I wait for people to get off the bus and before I board.

Luckily, there's an open seat. I settle myself into it and pull my phone and headphones again. I put them in and turn my iPod on shuffle. I look out the window as I listen to Geek in the Pink by Jazon Mraz. When the Muni starts moving, we pass a man riding a fixie going in the same direction. Mmm. He looks nice. I smile to myself as I check him out. He has dark hair that matches the rest of his outfit and a portfolio on his back. I couldn't see too much as we passed but I could tell that he's tall, well built, and has handsome facial features. I wonder where that fine thing is going...

As the bus continues down the street, we drive by people rushing around. Most are on lunch now so the sidewalks and roads are more crowded than usual. Looking out the window, I see a woman rushing down the sidewalk, probably late for a job. When the Muni turns a corner, I see a homeless man, heckling a business man for spare change. Further down the street, I spot a group of tourists. I fucking hate tourists. They're everywhere.

The Muni makes a few stops along the way but we eventually make it to my stop nearby the school. I wait for the doors to open before I hop off the vehicle. I look for the time once again. 12:45. I walk down the block and arrive at the art institute. It's an older looking building. I had only been here a few times before, once for a tour and another time for turning in paperwork. Today's class is Figure Drawing 1A. I walk inside and head to my classroom. On my schedule, it says my teacher's name is F. Middleford. I make my way down the hallway and up a flight of stairs that leads to another hallway of equal size. I finally arrive at destination, the room on the farthest door to the left.

When I walk in, the first thing I notice is the way the desks are arranged. They are high up, old wooden tables that wrap around the room in the shape of a C. Most of them already have people sitting in them. I see two empty desks in the corner, farthest from the chalk board, and take one. I set my portfolio underneath the table and put my headphones away. I glance around to observe the other students. A couple look like they're just out of high school. There's a few elderly people. Some other's look like moms. A pretty good variety of people are in here. I look up to the clock on the wall which says 12:59. The classroom door opens and it pulls my attention away. A blonde, middle-aged woman walks in. She's wearing a short, green double-breasted suit coat over a black pencil skirt. Her hair is pulled back into a very neat bun. She kind of looks like a tight ass... The woman goes to the chalk board and begins to speak.

"Hello everyone. Welcome to Figure Drawing 1A. You may call me Ms. Middleford. Since some people are still arranging their schedules, today we will go over a basic exercise."

As she finishes this sentence, the door swings open and in walks a man. Everyone in the class turns their attention to him, especially me. Holy Shit! It's the guy I passed on the muni today! Getting a better look at him, I notice that he's even sexier than I thought. He has to be at least six feet tall. He's kind of skinny but it's obvious he's pretty well built. The man is dressed in black skinny jeans, his right pant leg is still rolled up. His shirt is loosely fit and tan with a couple buttons at the top that are fastened. A grey cardigan hangs open on him with a black scarf wrapped around his neck messily. And his face... oh man his face looks like he just had sex! He has a pale complexion with eyes that are bizarrely scarlet. He's panting and his cheeks are flushed red. He's so fucking gorgeous!

After he fixes his self up, he looks in my direction. He's looking right at me oh my goodness. His gaze is so intense as we make eye contact, I feel my own cheeks begin to feel a little heated. Then he starts walking towards me and I realize he's going to occupy the empty desk beside me. Yes! He sits down and puts his portfolio under his desk as well then faces the front of the class. I catch myself staring and force myself to look to the front.

"Thank you for joining us. As I was saying before, we will be doing a basic exercise today so everyone has a chance to finish settling into their classes. The exercise is you will be partnering up with the person next to you. Each group will take turns drawing their partners. You may use either graphite or charcoal. This is also a chance to become acquainted with your fellow classmates. Begin when you are ready." Ms. Middleford sits at a little desk and chair in a corner near the chalk board.

I immediately turn to sexy beast of a man next to me the moment she sits down. "Hey Handsome! Want to be my partner?" I flash my best smile.

He turns to me and gives me a confused look in return. "Ummm... Sure?"

Fuck yeah! "Great!" I continue to smile. "Sooo, what's your name? Mine's Ciel" I stick out my hand to shake his.

He reaches out and shakes it then gives me an awkward smile while replying. "I'm Sebastian." Maybe he's shy? But even his awkward smile is cute! I hold his hand for a little longer than I meant while lost in thought. We hold eye contact then he pulls his hand back and looks away, making the situation more awkward. As he's looking away, he speaks again.

"Are you... Gay?" Dear Lord of all things don't tell me he's homophobic!

I consider being nice but decide it would be more fun to tease him. "Yup! I'm a raging homosexual!" I flash him another grin then act a little more shy and mimic him. "Are you... Straight?" I give him questioning eyes.

He faces me again with a little more confidence. He realized what I was doing and flashes me a dazzling smile. "Yup! I'm a raging heterosexual!" Just kill me! That smile should be illegal! My face probably looks shocked and he starts deeply chuckling when he sees it. The fuck?! Why does this man have to be straight?! He's so fucking sexy! He practically oozes sex! FML... At least he's not as shy as I thought he was. A little charming even.

I regain my composure and smile again. "Well aren't you hilarious." I say sarcastically, propping my face up on my hand.

"Not as hilarious as you practically drooling over me." He teases. "Sorry man, but like I said, I love pussy. Now let's stop and actually get to the project." My smile drops as he smirks at me. Then he reaches under his desk and goes through his portfolio, pulling out a sketchbook, 2B graphite pencil, and a gummy eraser.

Okay. Less than charming. "A little full of ourselves, are we?" I mumble. Sighing, I pull out my own sketchbook, HB pencil and a pink eraser. "So do you want to go first or should I?"

Without looking at me, he replies. "You can go ahead since you're staring at me anyways." He smirks again! Seriously, now he's starting to just piss me off.

"I would love to." My voice is laced with sarcasm. Thankfully, he doesn't have any retort. I prop my sketchbook up. Drawing really isn't my thing. I'm more of a painter but I decided I should learn some basics of drawing at least.

Before I begin, I look over his facial features. I notice he has a sharp jaw line. He's looking towards the front of the room so I have his profile to work from. His face has a look of boredom while his hand holds up his head. I put the pencil to paper and start sketching out the major details like his face line, nose, hair and eyes. Occassionally, I hold out my writing tool to try to get my angles right. I lost count of how many minutes have passed. Looking at my close to finished work, I notice that his face looks off. Slightly crooked maybe?

"Did you move?" I ask him with a frown.

He chuckles and faces me. "Of course not. Let me see." He reaches out to try to take the sketchbook.

"...No." I quickly move the book out of his reach. "It's not done yet."

"Oh come on. It's just a 'basic exercise' remember?" He tries to grab it again.

"Ugghh. Fine. But don't laugh. Drawing isn't my thing ya know."

"Okay, okay, whatever. Just show me." I hold it up and the moment he sees it, he bursts out laughing.

"You ass! You said you wouldn't fucking laugh!" I move to hide it again but he snatches it out of my hands before I had the chance.

Still laughing his fucking ass off, he responds. "Aha... I didn't think it would be that... shitty!" He wipes his eyes like he's tearing up.

"Fuck you! You're probably not that great either you bloody idiot!" My accent slips a little as I tug on the sketch book harshly but he still won't let go.

Right when he starts to calm down, he laughs even harder at the sound of my accent. "Seriously?! Was that a English accent? Are you British?!" My face heats up and I know I'm blushing.

"Shut the fuck and leave me alone!" I make sure not to let it slip again. "Why are you being such an arrogant jackass?!" I finally take my sketchbook back and throw it into my portfolio.

He tries to act all innocent, holding his hands up in surrender. "I'm just playing." He smirks.

"Oh drop the act! You're so full of yourself. You obviously think you're hot shit!" My voice is getting louder

His look turns annoyed at my accusation. "You're the one who can't take your eyes off me!" He snaps back.

My face reddens in embarrassment but it goes unnoticed by the flush of my anger. People are starting to stare but we continue arguing. "So what if you're attractive?! Your personality sucks ass!"

"Mine sucks?" He scoffs. "Like yours is any better." His sarcasm heavy in his voice. "And at least I'm attractive."

"Fuck you, you self-centered piece of sh-"

"Okay! That's enough! I will not tolerate you two acting like a couple of high school students in my class! Take your things and leave." By this point, the entire class had their eyes on us. After she had spoken, the room was dead silent.

My anger is still boiling inside but I take a deep breathe and begin to gather my stuff. I glance over at the annoying bastard next to me and he looks annoyed. Good. That fucking asshole deserves it. After I'm done, I leave the class room as fast as I can. I don't want to be near that guy when he leaves. I hurry down the stairs and through the hall. As soon as I exit the building, I pull out my phone and call Alois.

*riiiiing, riiiiing.*

Alois answers quickly. "Ciiiieelll! I thought you were in class right now? What's up, buttercup?!" His voice is so screechy and annoying that I have to hold the speaker away from my poor ears.

"Uh Hey Alois. Some asshole started shit in class and got us both kicked out." I look up towards the school and see Sebastian walk out the entrance. I spin around and start walking to the street. "It was so fucking lame! We had this class project where we had to take turns drawing each other and he starts making fun of not only my art but me! And that bastard is so fucking arrogant, it pisses me off!"

"Daaaamn. Sounds like you started school off in a shitty way. Was he at least hot?"

"Yeah, he's fucking sexy but he's straight and his personality is awful! Anyway, that's not the point. Meet me at Finny's work. I want to vent more. See you there in like 30 minutes?"

"Sure Ciel! I'd love to spend my time off work listening to your problems!" Alois says in his most obnoxious and sarcastic voice possible.

"Psh. It's not like you have anything better to do. See ya there ya whore."

"Whatever bitch! Love you too." He makes a kiss sound into the receiver and we hang up.


Just some things to take note of:

Muni is a bus/transportation system in San Francisco and the clipper card is a plastic bus pass that you put money on.

A fixie is at type of bike and Sebastian's right pant leg was rolled up as to not catch while biking.

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