Disclaimer: I do not own the Four Brothers movie, but I do own all my characters.

Staring at the ceiling, Jack tossed around on the mattress as he tried to get some sleep. The days events were glued into his thoughts, and not allowing him any measure of peace. It hadn't been bad ... well, not as bad as it could have been. Bobby had lost his temper with some newbie during one of their hockey games, and, well, did what everyone expected. He threw the first punch, but the kid never retaliated. After the game, while they had all been watching a bad horror flick, there had been a crisp knock on the door. The pussy had pressed charges for domesticated violence, and Bobby had gotten his ass landed in jail.

Normally, he would have been out by now, but this had been the third time this month, therefore they had decided to let him stay the night in his cozy cell. Jack found it funny as hell, though he knew he'd regret it later. Bobby would be the one giving him a lift to school, so if he got real pissed, Jack had no doubt he'd be stuck on the bus the following morning.

It would be the first day of his senior year, though he should have graduated last year. Due to past problems, he hadn't done really well in school and had felled the first grade. As his thoughts wondered off of Bobby and on to the possible events of the coming day, he soon drifted to sleep, the familiar lectures he had been reciting in his head working better than any lullaby.

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His senses muffled, it took Jack a while longer than usual for Angels call to slip through his fog shrouded thoughts."Jack?! What the hell you doing man? Get your ass up, you don't wanna miss the first day of school," came yet another chorus of jabs from downstairs.

Bleary eyed, he looked at his clock. "Holy shit!" Why hadn't they got him up earlier?! School started in fifteen fucking minutes! Hopping up from the bed and jumping around the room, Jack hurried to get ready. Pulling his shirt over his head as he jogged down the stairs, he let out a string of colorful curses. Barely pulling on his shoes, Jack ran out the door and onto the side walk just as the bus passed. "Aww shit. What the hell." He started running down the street, hoping to catch the bus at it's next stop, but found the chore harder than expected because of his smokers lungs.

Watching in amazement as the bus slowed to a stop, he didn't see the reason until it was too late. He plowed right into the girl, knocking them both to the ground. As he got up, his aqua orbs met jade green ones. It took him a while to realize that they weren't very happy eyes though. As he finally looked away he saw papers scattered everywhere. As he turned back to the girl, she had done gotten to her feet and was gathering the papers into a neat stack.

"Hey, fairy, get your lame ass in the car!" Jack turned to see Bobby pull up behind the bus. Even though he was pissed about the fairy thing, he had his mind on the girl. As he turned to offer his help, he found nothing, but saw a wisp of blonde hair as she disappeared into the bus. Sighing, he slipped into the car, mentally preparing himself for the onslaught of insults that was bound to come.

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As Clara plopped on a seat of the bus, she winced at the action. Her butt was taking a severe beating, not only because of how hard she hit the concrete, but also because that had been the second time that morning. Sighing as she finally admitted to herself that she might not be as light on her feet as she wished, she began to shove the disorganized papers into her black messenger bag. Not only had she made a fool of herself in front of the mass of students, but she had been nearly late to the bus. For her, she couldn't decide which was worse.

Sitting forward in her seat, the bus pulled to a stop in front of the school. Well, time to get this over with i suppose, she thought to herself. Joining the line of people to get off the bus, she stiffened her spine as she felt someone lean into her."Hey babe, couldn't help but notice that you must be new. Care to give your name?"

"Not really thank you," she said curtly, annoyed with the boy. "Come on what's it gonna hurt," he tried in a seducive tone, wrapping one arm around her waist. Yanking free, she took her chance to run and fled.

As she sprinted into the building, she was momentarily stunned by the blast of cold air. Summer was lingering this year, so she had been in the hot, sticky humid for a while. Overcoming her shock, she made her way to a bulletin with a mass of students already crowding around. Finding her name, she went to her locker to pick up her schedule. First hour, flag, football field. Hmm.. that shouldn't be too hard to miss, she thought, taking her eyes off the paper, not wanting another bruise on her rump.

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Wham!!! The sound seemed to eco in her head as she rubbed her temple. That was the fourth time she had managed to wack herself in the head and twice in the foot, but still she couldn't get the elaborate move. "Suck it up princess, we don't have time for you to fool around," was the only remark made by the captain,Melissa. Clare had immediately disliked the girl, thinking her to be a spoiled daddy's girl as well as a slut, and both guesses had been correct. She hadn't stopped flirting with any guy that would watch for the entire 45 minutes.

Untwisting the silk, Clare threw a quick pop, then headed to the changing rooms. The only good thing about having a sports activity at the beginning of the day was that she didn't break a sweat too easily. As she climbed into the hot shower she waited for her muscles to relax before coming back out. As soon as she was dressed, she grabbed her bag and left just as the rest started to file in. As she made it out the doors, she thought she did good in her escape, but, soon realized that had been a faux realization.

She groaned as she made contact with the floor yet again. "Was that you? Oh I'm sooo sorry," Melissa stated, her voice dripping with scarism. When Clare opened her mouth to retort, she found her view was suddenly filled with Melissa, and her nose of expensive perfume.

"If you ever try to take my guy by that lame trick like you did earlier, or any other for that matter, you will be sorry," warm breath circled her ear as those words were said. Flipping her long black hair, she disappeared into the shower rooms as Clara sat there confused.

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