The smoke rises as the smell of rotting flesh permeates the air. All I can do is run. Run faster. Have to get away. They are coming.

Jim is your typical all-American boy. Well not completely. Not at all. Though his appearance fits the stereotypes to a tee. Blonde haired, blue-eyed boy whose grin melts the hearts of all the girls. But Jim is no ordinary sixteen year old. With a father buried six feet under and a mother who'd already drank herself halfway there, the kid isn't normal by a longshot. He also happens to be a genius, though many wouldn't believe you if you told them so what with his "criminal record". Yes, Jim is certainly unique… but for all the wrong reasons.

Jim plopped down at a lunch table near hall 101 and began to prod at his "mashed potatoes".

"You know, Jimmy, it's not polite to play with your food"

That would be the voice of Hikaru Sulu, sophomore at Atwood high and best friend to the one and only Jim Kirk.

"I don't think this can truly be categorized as food, man", Jim replied while scowling at said potatoes as if they had insulted him.

Hikaru and Jim had been friends since the eighth grade when they both made the bold decision to join the fencing team. Now, in their sophomore year of high school, they were as inseparable as ever. As Jim made up his mind about braving the potatoes, both boys noticed a new kid walk by. You might think this to be inconsequential, but in a town as small as Riverside, everyone knew everyone and newcomers always stuck out like a sore thumb. The new kid was a boy that looked to be around the same age as Jim, but very different in appearance. He had shaggy brown hair that hung in his face and was seemingly shrouded in his black attire. His hoody (black, of course) had a skeleton on it. But what Jim noticed is that this was no crappy "skater boy" jacket from target for every bone was labeled accordingly and it seemed to fit perfectly on his body, as if hand-made. Jim was trying to read the hoody when-

"Jim, you're staring…" muttered Hikaru with a knowing smirk

"I am not!" Jim flushed scarlet and stared intently at the potatoes from hell.

Before Jim could make a convincing argument, the kid was gone and it was time for advanced physics.

'Oh joy', Jim thought, as he trudged to class. His professor was the one and only Mr. Spock. A hard-ass in the eyes of most, but Jim felt the guy would crack and give into his charm eventually. Jim slyly placed an apple on his teacher's desk and went to take his seat-

Well… it was his seat. Wasn't it?

Great, just great. Damn new kids.

"Hey uhhh…" (Wow this guy is kinda hot… DAMMIT JIM EYES ON THE PRIZE)

"Leonard." (That name does not fit at all. Guy has a nice accent though… Kentucky? FOCUS JIMMY)

"Right, Leonard, you're sitting in my seat so could you umm…"

"I don't see your name on it."

And if anything shocked Jim, it was that. This guy had one big attitude and that could get you into trouble in Riverside, not that Jim knew from experience or anything. So, he, quite magnanimously, took the sole seat residing which just so happened to be right next to Cupcake. While you may laugh at the nickname, Cupcake was not a sugar frosted guy. He'd tormented Jim ever since they were in elementary school. And Jim, for the life of him, did not know how to shut up when he was losing the battle. Jim took the seat hoping with all his might that Cupcake would just stay quiet. But of course, Jim Kirk and luck were just two things that never went together and-

"Hey, faggot!"

Jim groaned, "Piss off, Cupcake."

"Oh, sorry, don't want to get between you and the new kid, huh? You beg him to let you blow him yet, Jimmy?" Cupcake sneered.

Before Jim could think of a comeback, Mr. Spock walked in and the room fell silent.

Class that day was pretty unproductive what with it being only a few weeks until winter vacation. Even Mr. Spock had the heart enough to lay off on the homework load. Class ended as quickly as it began and Jim nearly sprang from his seat to get away from Cupcake, but to no avail. The brute slammed Jim into his locker and lifted him by his shirt collar.

"Miss me, Cupcake?"

"Call me that again and you'll regret it you cocksucker!"

Jim, the fucking idiot, had the gall to mouth the nickname as obnoxiously as possible. Cupcake drew back a meaty fist and slugged Jim in the stomach and was preparing to take a second blow when he was flung backwards. Then, Jim saw Leonard, who had apparently come to his rescue, bend back the arm of Cupcake, who howled in pain.

"If you don't lay off I'll break your arm, don't think I won't"

"Alright, alright let go of me, asshole", Cupcake whined.

Leonard (Ugh, what an awful name. OH SHIT I GOT IT, this guy is Bones! Yes, it's perfect. I am a genius.) relented and the bully took off, scowling.

"You know, you didn't have to do that"

"Oh really?" Bones smiled and wow he should do that more often.

"Well, anyway thanks, Bones", Jim beamed.

"Don't mention- wait, what did you call me?"

"Fitting, isn't it. I mean you got your mysterious skeleton hoody and you did just almost break a guy's arm. Anyway, see ya around, Bones!" Jim strutted away casually.

"It's Leonard, dammit!" Bones shouted after him.

'Not anymore' Jim thought with a wide grin.

{Okay so I attempted to fix this chapter up a little bit

Honestly still trying to figure out how to work this system

Thank You for reading :) }