So, um, yeah. Here it is guys. I hope you all like it. : )

Berk High was going to be a fresh start for Jack — a school that was suppose to make his last two years of high school enjoyable. At Jack's old school things had been less than perfect. With his thick glasses, blue braces, and the tendency to wear sweater vests, he had been the perfect target for bullies. Of course it had only been the bullies who ever noticed him. Anyone else completely forgot that he existed — even with his snow white hair. When the harassment had gotten too much for Jack, his dad went and found a new, hopefully better school for Jack. Berk High was what he got.

It hadn't seemed that bad, it looked like a pretty nice school. Jack theorized if he kept his head down, kept to himself, and kept sucking up to teacher these two years would go by without a hitch. It worked for about the first five minutes of the school year.

When Jack walked into the school building students would glance at him, for a moment interested by the new kid, before deciding he was nothing worth thinking about and turn back to whatever they were doing before.

Jack made it to his locker as quick as he could, but unfortunately it was pretty far from the entrance, but Jack could live with that.

'Maybe this year won't be so bad.' Jack thought as he placed his unnecessary books into the locker. His dad had been telling him to think more positively, Jack didn't see what good it would do, but it didn't hurt anything to try. 'Just keep your head down.'

The white haired nerd pulled his schedule out of his backpack to glance at it for the 100th time. English first. Good, English was a subject Jack could get behind. It made sense to him. With a slight smile at the thought of starting off the day with a relatively easy class he closed his locker, put his earphones in to listen to his music, and started to go find the class room.

He would ask for directions, but last time he did that he ended up on the wrong floor of the school and got yelled at by a teacher.

He cast his eyes down to the ground as he walked, staring at his blue converse shoes, shuffling though the crowd of students. Some students bumped into him, but Jack was usually good at avoiding collisions. He only glanced up from his shoes to look at class room numbers, trying to figure out where the hell he was going.

Now the fact that he was looking down and had his music blaring in his ears didn't help when he turned corners, the very thing he had to do to find his English room. Yet, looking back at the incident, Jack was pretty sure that even if he had been looking up with out listening to music it still would have happened the way it did.

Just as Jack was rounding the corner someone else was running around it. The two smacked into each other so hard it sent Jack back onto his ass and scattered his books, his phone flew out of his pocket, pulling a headphone from his ear. Jack yelped as he hit the floor, he rubbed his head and looked up to see who he just ran into.

"Aw, fuck!" A guy hissed. The impact of the collision hadn't been enough to send him onto the floor, just make him stumble back. It had, however, caused his energy drink to spill all over the front of his shirt. The taller boy glared down at Jack. "What the hell do you think you're doing?!"

"I- I, um…" Jack stumbled over his words, a red blush already appearing on his cheeks. The guy in front of him crossed his arms over his chest, waiting for a response. Jack looked him over. His clothes screamed punk, as did his piercings, one of which included a silver lip ring. He had stunning green eyes and thick, wild auburn hair. Freckles dotted his face and arms.

"S-sorry." Jack finally managed to get out. "I didn't see you there." He looked down, trying to stop staring. The sea of students steered around the two, making sure to avoid the taller boy.

The punk didn't say anything, he just reached down and pulled Jack up by his collar, getting a small whimper from Jack. The nerd tensed, awaiting the inevitable hit. Instead the punk dropped him and gave Jack a light push back, causing the nerd to stumble and almost trip. "Just… watch where you're going next time."

He gulped, surprised that was all that happened. He expected to at least be yelled at, most likely get hit a time or two. That's how it usually went down. He quickly nodded, casting his eyes to the ground as he pushed his glasses back into place.

With a smirk the punk took a step around Jack, stepping on one of his books. Jack sighed quietly got down onto his knees, gathering his fallen books. "It was your fault too." Jack muttered under his breath, frowning.

The punk stopped and turned to look down at the nerd, a slight smirk on his face. As the white haired boy reached for his iPod the punk lifted his boot and gently pressed down on Jack's hand, stopping it in it's tracks. It got a hiss of pain from the nerd. He looked up and glared slightly, the punk bending down. "What was that?"

"N-nothing." Jack stammered, his cheeks getting warm. Why couldn't he just keep his mouth shut? He swore, more than half of the bad situations he got himself into was because he just couldn't shut up. He tried to pull his hand away, but no such luck.

"Really? I could've sworn I heard you say something." The taller boy raised an eyebrow.

"You were mistaken. Now can I have my hand back, or do you plan on keeping it all day?" Jack tugged on it once more, this time the punk lifted his shoe. Jack fell back slightly.

"What's your name, kid?" The punk took a step back, looking down at the nerd with an almost amused expression.

"It's none of your business." Jack glared, but it wasn't so much threatening, more cute than anything else. He rubbed his hand, his glasses slid down his nose, but he made no move to push them back into place.

"'None of Your Business'. Interesting name." His lips twitched into an almost smirk. "Your parents must really hate you."

"Because yours must be so proud." Jack rolled his eyes. "You're hilarious, but if you don't mind I'd really like to move on with my day." He reached for his iPod, slower this time, and looking at the punk's shoes to make sure that his hand didn't get stepped on again. He didn't. Jack managed to grab his blue iPod and pull it back to him.

The punk just nodded. "Well, kid, I'll see you later." Was all he had to say before spinning around and walking off. The crowd split apart to make a path for the punk to walk down.

With a huff and a blush on his face, Jack gathered up the rest of his things. He could feel the other student's gazes, causing his face to only go redder. Why him? Why today?

And as if the day couldn't get worse, his little incident in the hall caused him to be several minutes late to class. "Damn you." Jack cursed the punk under his breath as he trudged into class.