Warnings:

There will be smut later so the rating will go up

And lots of self harm

So let me give u a little background, I've been working on this story off and on for about 4years... long time I know but I finally finished writing it! This is my favorite story i've ever written so im going to be posting a chapter every few days. I hope u like it as much as I do! So without further ado here is 'Shame come to Romeo'.

Two households both alike in dignanty,

In fair verona where we lay our scene.

From ancient grudges bring new muntanies,

Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean...

Angel sat on the stairs of his school rushing to read the first two acts of 'Romeo and Juliet' before class started. He struggled to keep up with most of his classes but he dreaded English the most. His teacher, Mrs. McConall was the scariest teacher he ever had. She was eight months pregnant, so her actions were understandable but not forgivable.

It was an unusually warm day for late September but that didn't stop Angel from wearing baggy jeans and a thick oversized sweatshirt. He was terribly shy and very self conscious, he didn't want to be seen. He was always trying to hide, most of it coming from a strong Catholic upbringing. There was a way u were meant to be and meant to live but he couldn't. He liked guys and couldn't shake it making him hate himself. So he hid everything and from everyone.

"Oh, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you she is-" The bell rang. "Shit," he whispered and got up only getting half way through act one.

He walked down the hall slowly not ready for class yet. He stopped where ever he could, his locker, the drinking fountain, tie his shoe, wash his face.

The second bell rang, he was late, he had no choice now. He made his way down the hall and quietly opened the door keeping his eyes on the floor trying to avoid 's wrath.

"And to you are?" A man's voice called out.

Angel turned around and saw not his normal teacher but a tall, dark, handsome man in her place.

"Uhh, uh..." Angel stuttered feeling his face go red.

"Your name, son," the new teacher asked.

"Ángel Dumott Shunard" he blurted out.

"Okay, Ángel tardy," he marked the attendance sheet and looked back at Angel still frozen in his place. "You can take your seat now."

The class bursted out into laughter, he rushed to his seat and hid his face behind his book.

"Alright," the teacher turned to the chalk board. "I'm going to be your new teacher while Mrs. McConall is away on maturity leave. My name is Mr. Collins, any questions?"

The room remained silent Angel eased the book down and looked at Mr. Collins. He was young for a teacher, tall, with a muscular build behind his white dress shirt. And Angel found him incredibly attractive. As he stared, Collins turned and looked around the room. He made direct eye contact with Angel who immediately dropped his gaze and cursed himself for finding another man attractive.

He continued his introduction, "Now I know you're all excited, senior year, new teacher and all. However, it's not going to be all fun and games, you still have to do the same work your teacher was going to give you." The class groaned. "But I think you'll find our teaching styles to be a bit different. So no more assigned reading, we will read 'Romeo and Juliet' as a class and we will take multiple choice quizzes at the end of the acts. So it's all the same work just a little easier."

Angel sighed a breath of relief and smiled brightly, he might survive this year yet. Collins saw and couldn't help but smiled and look away a bit of blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"And if we need extra help with the material?" A girl raised her hand.

"Great question, uhhh..." he looked at the seating chart. "Joanne, well I'll be available here after school until about 5:30 everyday starting tomorrow. Any other questions?" No one said anything. "Alright, since it's the first day of class, well for me at least why don't you take the rest of class to talk amongst yourselves."

The class cheered and bursted into loud chatter. Angel took out a sketch book and began to draw. He made weird cartoon punk rock girls and heavy metal guys that looked more like it should be on a mural in the east village. After he page he moved on to draw impossibly thin and tall beautiful girls in gorgeous gowns. They had large round heads they looked haunting almost alien like.

In time class ended, Angel stood up and gathered his books. Some kid pushed passed him purposely books down and kicking them away.

"Watch it freak," he said and left the class room.

Angel knelt down to gather his papers that had fallen out of his binder.

"Here let me help," Collins squatted next to him.

"Thanks," he mumbled.

Collins picked up the last paper, it had half done math homework and doodles on it. He looked to see a picture of a sad looking boy that looked like Angel, his wrists were slit and he was bleeding out. The boy in the picture was staring at a mirror of a girl smiling.

Collins cautiously handed the paper back, "Here, you're a really good artist."

He took the paper without looking at it and gave a shy smile, "Y-you reqlly think so?"

"Yea," he smiled back and paused before clearing his throat and looking back at the picture. "Art is a good outlet. But if you ever need to talk about anything you can always come here."

Angel's smile fell he looked at the picture and realized what he meant. He quickly gathered the rest of his stuff and took off mumbling a goodbye rushing to his next class.

You idiot! Angel thought. He doesn't care about your drawings. He wants to pity you, and talk to you about how fucked up you are. You queer sicko you thought he was cute! He's your teacher! And a guy!... and straight.

"Hail Mary, full of grace the lord is with thee. Pray for us sinners in the hour of our death," he whispered.

From now on, stay away from Mr. Collins.

tbh I dont care if anyone likes or reads this story im posting it!