A/N: Hello, my name is Aim, and welcome to my fanfiction. This is literally the first one I've ever uploaded for all to see, so humor me, yeah? I'd appreciate if you left a review with your thoughts. Thanks! :)

Chapter 1

Sollux Captor rested his chin on his hand and sighed, staring at the thick novel he'd randomly grabbed off the school library shelf. He really didn't care what it was, as long as it was a God damn distraction. Glancing around the library without really focusing on anything, he thought about all the work he'd have to do to catch up. How did he end up being sick for five whole days and missing three fucking tests in the process?! He opened the book and attempted to begin reading it, but too many papers, responsibilities, problems were jumping around in his head that he couldn't focus on something relaxing for the life of him.

Leaning back in his chair and taking off his glasses, he rubbed his eyes and smoothed back his unruly black hair that could never seem to lay flat. God, he was tired, and he still had several history and French papers to...

Shit. As if he didn't have enough on his plate. There was that trip to Paris coming up that he couldn't afford to think about. Trips out of the country should be fun, right? But of course he had to think about raising money to be able to go. Of course he fucking did. And then he had to deal with some assigned partner that'd probably be totally insufferable. Sighing, he turned back to his book to try and read. At least he only had about a thirteen percent chance of getting stuck with that damn bastard.

And suddenly, in said bastard sashayed, grinning and winking at several girls who turned towards the library door to swoon at His Hotness's grand entrance. The second Sollux realized who it was, he jumped and attempted to hide his most likely obvious reddening face behind his volume. He couldn't have this now, not fucking now. But as usual, the fucker spotted Sollux in a matter of nanoseconds, shooting him that frustrating sexy smile that he used most often to flirt with poor victims. Teasing him, that's what he was doing. But how the hell could he know?

Eridan fucking Ampora. The idiot that had stolen Sollux's heart—or rather, ripped it out of his chest violently while he protested and yelled for the damn thing back—and run with it, yanking the boy onto an emotional not-quite-thrill ride, until soon he had fallen hopelessly in love with the other.

And he'd hated every minute of it.

He hated Eridan. He wanted nothing more than to walk up to him and punch him in that stupid, sassy face of his. But at the same time, he couldn't stop himself from thinking Eridan was the most perfect being on the face of the planet. While he was a total asshole, Sollux couldn't help but feel that there was something more to the other high schooler...something he very, very much wanted a part of.

Shaking his head furiously, Sollux pushed the thoughts out of his head. All of his current problems, fishface included, were far too overwhelming to dwell on. He buried his face in his book, managing to get through the first few lines before he felt someone plop down into the seat next to him. He gave them a quick glance and then did a double-take—Eridan Ampora is sitting next to me Jesus Christ he's never done this before what the actual fuck is he-

His panicked train of thought was interrupted when the man next to him spoke in a smooth, haughty, and rather nasal voice that Sollux somehow couldn't stand to live without.

"So, Captor, how's that book you're reading? Looks a bit boring, if you ask me," Eridan said,with an amused smile on his face.

Sollux mumbled, "...Fine. I-just wanted a book..." Go away,, I can't do this right now, dammit.

Eridan rocked his chair back and looked up at the ceiling. "Oh, but isn't there something more fun you could be doing? Like...me?"

Sollux convulsed and dropped his book onto the table with a loud thud, making several other people turn and frown in the two teens' direction. It didn't help that Eridan was laughing so hard he was choking on his own breaths, and of course that the latter was extremely attractive. Sollux evil-eyed the onlookers through his blush that he prayed they thought was only due to his anger.

Snatching his book and standing up, Sollux glared down at the ecstatic-looking asshole with his damn purple-streaked hair. "What kind of fucking joke is that? The hell is your problem, you bastard?"

Still laughing, Eridan looked at him with a strange glint in his eyes. "Well, knowing you, can't I assume you want to?"

Sollux slammed his hand down on the table and leaned over so that he was right at Eridan's eyes level. "Listen, fucker. Don't make assumptions like that. You don't know me at all."

He turned and stormed out the door and didn't stop until he'd reached the empty storage closet, the only place he could go to avoid all the assholes and retards he had to deal with on a daily basis. Slamming the door, he turned and leaned against it, breathing heavily. He reached up to run his thin fingers through his hair, then moved them down to his lips.

For just a second, he'd been close enough to Eridan that he could have kissed him right there. Not that he'd ever be able to. But still, the tingling of his lips told him that this feeling he'd been suppressing for so long could start to become a bigger problem than he'd thought—and one that he didn't know how to solve.