AN: Hey, I know this isn't caught, I'm sorry, this has just been niggling at me for ages and I had to post it.

I have no idea if a baby snake is called snakelet, or even if a baby snake has a name other then baby snake but for my chapter idea thing to work I had to put up with this, if anyone wants to put me out of my misery and tell me whether or not it is the right name, I will thank you immensely.

Disclaimer: I don't own Alex Rider.

Tyson Evans was sixteen years old, blonde haired, green eyed and, currently glowering at his ex-girlfriend, Linda.

Linda, having been with him for six years, wasn't fazed. She met his gaze calmly and continued listening to the teacher with one ear. She scribbled a note on her writing pad and ripped it out carefully, trying to avoid attention. Tyson watched her quietly, still glaring as he took in every action she made.

The boy sitting next to her seemed oblivious, one of his arms wrapping around her shoulders as he laughed at something the teacher said. Tyson looked up; his gaze following the other boys as he tried to figure out what could possibly be so hilarious it enabled him to guffaw like that. When he noticed the diagram the health teacher was showing them he couldn't help but roll his eyes. He was so immature! What does Linda see in him?

A piece of paper landed on his lap.

Tyson looked down, then back up, still frowning as he contemplated whether or not to ignore it. Eventually, he picked it up, glancing at the teacher as he unfolded the slip.

I'm sorry.

Tyson stared at the two little words, tilting his head to the side and snarling mentally before looking up once again. Slowly and deliberately he brought the paper up, and tore it in half, glaring heatedly and mouthing the words. Doesn't matter, you should have told me.

Linda's eyes watered and she looked like she was going to start sobbing. But I'm sorry! She mouthed back.

Tyson stared at her, taking in her large brown eyes, and quivering lips as a hand started rubbing her shoulder and the immature boy holding her against him turned in his seat and started glaring at Tyson.

Tyson shook his head in disgust and turned away, pretending to concentrate on the teacher and ignoring all of Linda's attempts to get his attention.

School went slowly that day, Tyson tried to ignore the whispers and stares. Everyone was shocked. The It couple had separated, and the new boyfriend was none other than Mason hate Tyson's guts Rogers. It was the schools local gossiper's dreams. Nothing this exciting had happened since the school dance when a group of kids had accidentally walked in on the principal and her new boyfriend...

Finally, after five more classes and a football practise Tyson was free. He practically ran for his bike and unchained it in record time.

The ride home was quick and cold. Winter was settling in and with it came snow and ice. Tyson had to stop a couple of times to navigate the muddy roads and a car that could not see through the fog almost hit him.

He pulled into his driveway and unlatched the back gate, locking it behind him and kicking the stand on his bike

Well, that had been a shit day. He walked across the mushy lawn and pushed open the back door. He was so tired. And it had nothing to do with footy practise; he just couldn't believe Linda would do something like this! She could have told him if she wanted to break up, not publicly announce it by letting him walk in on her and her new boyfriend...

Tyson sighed. He wanted to go to his room and collapse. Go to sleep and forget this day had ever happened.

He dumped his bag in the hallway and trudged his way to the kitchen, hoping for a drink. Instead, he got a shock he hadn't been hoping for. His mother.

"Mum!" he spluttered, straightening up and gazing up at the pale woman with wide eyes. "What are you doing here?"

She looked at him, one eyebrow raised in a show of amusement. "I live here darling."

"But, you're meant to be in Italy!"

"I got back early, there were some problems with the client I needed to see and I had to see to things at the office."

"Oh, well, how long are you staying?"

"A while, I've asked for some time off, I've been gone so long this time I decided I needed to come back and spend some time with you." She smiled happily.

"Oh..."

"So, I thought we'd go out for dinner, just you and me," she winked. "Or you can invite Linda if you want; I haven't seen her for ages."

The confused, slightly surprised expression slipped right off Tyson's face at the mention of his ex.

"NO, I mean, that, umm... Linda and I broke up mum." He blurted.

"Oh Sweety! Are you okay?" his mum walked forward, hugging him tightly.

"I'm fine; just..." he hesitated. "Never mind. Where do you want to go?" he asked, knowing the topic of dinner would make his mum forget all about Linda.

The next day Tyson woke up slowly, he felt horrible, and to make matters worse he had to go to school and face everybody again. The only good thing about going today was that it was a Friday and he had an entire weekend afterwards to figure out how to make a hole suddenly appear and swallow him up. The morning was quite, the house still and eerie as Tyson glanced out the window into a wall of misty white fog. His mother had gotten up early and left again, the professional looking stationary paper left on the kitchen table containing a note that informed him she had gone to catch her plane and that the number for the hotel in Hong Kong where she was staying was stuck to the fridge.

Tyson made himself a bowl of cereal and sat down on the couch, flicking on the tele and checking the news for the weather report. One more day, that was all he had to get through.

He left early, getting to school with a good forty minutes to spare before the bell rang. He had wanted to turn up just on time, so that no one had a chance to stop him before he got to class. So instead he ran through the small crowd full of early risers that actually liked school and disappeared into the senior library. Finding it empty of any students he moved over to a small alcove and sat down in a cushy chair, sinking into the material and rummaging through his school bag for his homework.

Thirty minutes later noise was starting to rise, students turned up in groups of twos and threes and the library filled up with kids that had forgotten this book or that answer to a question their teacher had set them for homework. Tyson frowned at the interruption o his solitude but didn't lift his head, instead, carrying on his reading his chemistry notes.

But just as he was about to close the notebook and start heading for class a dark shadow fell over his lap. Startled, Tyson looked up, hoping it was just a lost student from year seven. No such luck.

He was met by a sinister grin that turned quickly into a smirk as his eyes widened.

"Hey Tyson, buddy, I think we need to talk, don't you?" the bell rang as Tyson scrambled from his seat and a fist hit him in the face, jarring his neck as he fell backwards.

"Mason!"

AN: so, what do you think? I know I left you on a cliff hanger but you have no idea how hard I have worked with this fic, it took me months just to come up with a plan that is already falling apart and at least two months to actually start typing it onto the computer.

Anyway, I hope you liked it.