Author's Note: Sorry for those who thought Where Lovers Dwell was going to be a story, I forgot to put that it was a one shot and complete and also on Forbidden, thats something for my entertainment so please dont expect updates on that one a lot. Anyways this is going to be a story so please, read :)

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for the plot.

Warning: This story contains bad language and suggested themes which none are in depth or detailed so not for those of young age, mmk? mmk.

North Wood High Love

Chapter One: A Lot Like Vegas.

If you lend someone $20 and never see that person again, it was probably worth it.

-Anonymous

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So lets start with the basics shall we? My name is Duncan Jacoby Roy, senior at North Wood High, held back once, 19 years old, and I hang out with the popular delinquents that everyone likes but won't mess with because we'll kick their ass. Dude, everything about me is kick ass. I have about 7 piercings roughly and probably more and working on my tattoos now. I have been to juvie more times than I take a shower a day... and jail about as many times as you see Oprah...a day. So yeah, no one bothers to get to know me and hell, I don't fucking care. Like I said, I'm kick ass and kick ass people don't give a flying rats ass.

Sure I have girls swooning over me but I never probably was into them, just sex is all I care about. Sometimes, I choose be hidden, keeps me out of the drama and drama is a no no. Having girls to know your name is a big no no too. It means that you're fond of the person you're trying to get laid from out of them and once when you tell them your name you get all the possibilities: a stalker, an obsessive one, a selfish one, a too fond one, a "i love you" one (those are the worse), a "don't dump me or I'll kill you" one, and lastly a beggar. All of those I try to avoid and tip: ALWAYS look below the belt for...hidden objects...looks can be deceiving.

I know I seem like the fucking Relationship Guru (believe me, it's a possibility) but it's common sense. Trust me, I've had my fair share of crumby ass relationships. The top ten relationship wreckers...

Duncan's Top Ten Relationship Wreckers

1. Low Expectations

The whole "all women are bunny boilers", seriously dudes? Get the fuck over that and think about some other shit. I mean not all women are like that maybe a little pushy...

2. Work/life Balance

Okay, sometimes I think people are more into their jobs then their fucking girlfriend or boyfriend. If you love your job more than your fucking girlfriend or boyfriend then fucking hump and marry your damn job. I don't see why people even take jobs seriously all it is an uptight bitch who thinks they can boss you around day and night...please.

3. Jealousy

Sure I can be jealous sometimes but if you're always asking your chic who was that man when it was her brother you never met...dude you're basically saying "don't look at another man", man, ease up like 20 notches like for real.

4. The Internet

You may not know it, but the internet is a bitch! You could have one chic comment on your status on your facebook and your girl would like flip and be all like "who was that whore!" when it probably was my mom... and men internet porn is a no no, sorry to say. Also, don't spend like your whole day online either...that's just a little suspicious....

5. Money

Okay, this really grinds my gears, if you have like a whole bunch of debt and you ask your chic to share an account with you, dude, you screwed up not only your damn lif efor having so much debt but for making her life hell financially, do you really think a girl will stay with you when you can't even buy a car? No? Thought so.

6. Sex

Sorry but if you think that having NO sex is the best thing in your relationship (unless you both agree) then you're dead wrong. I know for a fact that most people who have had sex wouldn't stay with you for long if they are then they're cheating on you then. I hate to break it to you but c'est la vie.

7. Space

Everyone needs their personal space so don't be all up in it, let the damn woman breathe!

8. Children

I don't care if they're yours or your brother or sister. Kids ruin everything! Don't even try to bring that up within the three months you two have been dating. Gosh, children are annoying so don't annoy your boyfriend or girlfriend away.

9. Division of Labour

Don't go on saying "men don't talk" or "women are better with feelings" because you've just ruined everything by stereotyping cause boy oh boy did everything you work for go down the drain and you had to kiss goodbye.

10. Parents

Sometimes introducing your girlfriend or boyfriend to your parents may not always be the best choice. Parents are destroyers, they tare down relationships faster than the speed of light and that's pretty damn fast.

If you pay attention to those tips you should be good to go, but don't get too cocky.

It's probably around 9:15 and school started around 8:25 so I decided I slept long enough and get dressed. I hopped off my bed that I had for awhile and went to the bathroom did my bizz and exited. I walked into my room and picked up a pair of black shorts, a red and black shirt and a pair of hightop Converse. I looked in my mirror and smirked at my reflection. I sagged my shorts that are actually supposed to come to my knees now come to my calve and I added a silver studded belt and some chains on my shorts.

I looked at my hair and where the green in my hair is supposed to be in a mohawk and now resides in an emo fringe looking hair. I walked to my dresser and looked for the gell to stand up. I kept looking and no gell. Under the bed: none, in my drawer: none, in my bathroom: none. There was no fucking gell to be found. I growled in frustration and grabbed my car keys and my bag that only held my agenda and I ran out the house and into my 2010 (that I stole) Camaro, with black leather interior and silver exterior, V6 engine, auto pilot, GPS, chrome rims with black rimming, and neon lights underneath. Eh, all this is the perks of stealing and having friends that work on cars. I smirked as I thought about the day when I stole this car. It was perfect.

I started the engine and sped off to an Unholy place called school. I hooked my iPod (I stole that too) to the AUX and turned it on and to full blast. The sound of Off the Heezay roared in my ears as I was driving to school. I pulled up in the school parking lot 7 minutes later and got out of my car and didn't even bother to go to the attendance office to sign in late. I just went to class and luckily I have Ms. Keen, the hottest fucking teacher alive! I sauntered in her room when everyone was reading and I walked in nonchalantly (why should I do it differently?) and sat down at my desk and pulled out a knife and started playing with it. I saw Ms. Keen making her way to my desk and she stopped right in front of me.

"Good to see you have graced us with your presence Mr. Roy." She said and I looked up with my eyes and began to check her out. She was wearing a short skirt and one of those shirts that you would see in those music videos with the teacher and the glasses except she doesn't wear glasses. Oh, did I mention she was in Girls Gone Wild? No? I could have sworn I did...anyways, not only is Ms. Keen hot but she is the coolest teacher, too bad she's dating someone (a geek, fucking shame) who's nowhere in my league, but someone below me. I brushed off the thoughts and held an amusement glance.

"Sorry Ms. Keen, I was sleeping.... But, if I knew the class wanted to see me earlier, all you had to do was call and I know you have my number." I said and folded my arms across my chest and the class started to laugh.

Ms. Keen smiled and headed to the front of the class to begin her lesson for today. Oh joy how I enjoy this! Sometimes sarcasm gives us a reason to lie. I didn't pay attention to anything because one this is American Language Arts. You never need to know anything EVER in this class. I saw Gwen, the resident goth, staring at me. She was Trent's, my best friends girlfriend was staring at me and I grew irritated.

"What?" I sneered.

"Nothing, but why do you even bother if you're just going to sit here and do nothing?" She said disbelieving tone. I stared at her confusingly and then something clicked. She's the type of goth that's into poetry and shit like that hen I smirked.

"Eh, I don't care, all I need is the creds to finish the year and this-" I motioned to the room, "is the easiest way." She glared, I guess I offended her because this is "Her" genre. I smirked and continued to fiddle with my knife. I stopped and looked up when I heard the door open and looked up to see a tanned girl walk in with a straight back that made my back hurt. Shit. I muttered under my breath. My back was really starting to hurt! She went to Ms. Keen and handed her her schedule (I think) and smiled. Ms. Keen nodded and motioned the girl who wore a short skirt and a shirt with a vest overtop and some flats. This chic was hot and little does she know she has a predator after her.

"Okay class, we have a new student named Courtney Sanchez and she'll be in this class for the rest of the year." Ms. Keen said and I looked to the desk next to me and saw that the schools human garbage disposal was sitting next to me. I punched him in the arm...hard.

"Ouch!" Ms. Keen snapped her neck to him and Owen (The human garbage disposal) was starting to form a yellow and purple bruise. I gave him a glare that said: Fear me fatty for I am Death.

He shivered and turned to Ms. Keen.

"Ma'am, can I go-go to th-the nurse...please?" His voice croaked at the end which made him earn a few questionable glances but brushed away none the less. Ms. Keen motioned for the chic Courtney to take Owen's desk and she sat down.

I gave her one of my famous smirks. She looked at me and smiled.

"Hi." She said and turned her attention to the front.

"Hey." I said. The bell rang and I got up and went to her to make my move. "So let's get this over with." She raised her eyebrows, "I'm Roy and you're Sanchez and that's all you need to know, so we can go back to the gym around this time, Coach Fields normally knows I go back around this time, so we can do it quick or we can take our time." I said. She glared at me and kicked me in the kiwis. I groaned and fell down to my knees and groaned some more.

"You pig!" She yelled. "You are nasty and vile and I do not!- Appreciate you even talking to me!" She huffed and stomped out of the room. Gwen came up to me shook her head.

"No girl is going to even touch your lips." She said and walked away. I was hurting too much to even give a snarky remark. I saw Heather, the queen bee, and got up quick. I ran to her and put my arm around her.

"Heather."

"Delinquent."

"Gym?"

She nodded and I guided her to the gym for a little...make-out session...

Ms. Sanchez sure is feisty and I like feisty.

Eep I hope you liked this chapter to a new story.! I really like this one so this will be a long story :D

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Also c'est la vie means it's life in French :) Grr. Remember to review!!!!