Resident High

Okay, so with encouragement from friends, and assurance that I have not completely overkilled the Chris x Piers pairing yet, I decided to squeeze one more Nivanfield out. Now, I can't take complete credit for the story idea in general. It was raindropdew's idea and I agreed to write it as a story. Now, I dunno what rating to really give this so I will start out with a rated T and have you decided if I should go any further than that.

Chapter 1

When all you got to keep is strong, move along, move along like I know you do..

And even if your hope is gone

Move along, move along, just to make it throught,

Move along.

Normal kids only had to worry about a new school every so often- Maybe like, what? Every two or three years? Some are even lucky enough to stay in the same school until they graduate.. Piers didn't get that luxury. His family had a thick military background, so they jumped around a lot. Mother over seas tending to wounded soldiers on the front line and father actually commanding the frontline.. He was left in the care of Linda, a sort of Nanny and his mother's closest friends. Piers didn't mind it all that much, he wrote to his parents frequently and got letters every now and then...

Piers and Linda were close, she was like a big sister he always wanted, but he wouldn't tell her that. Their relationship was funny like that..

"Stop moping, it doesn't do your face justice!" Linda grabbed Piers by the cheek and gave it a tug, earning a sound of agitation. When Piers swatted the hand away from his face she only grinned and placed a Turkey T.V dinner in front of him. She never was good at cooking.

"Why can't I just continue with online classes?" Piers plucked up a plastic fork that was near his meal and stuck it into the slab of turkey, an icy crunch made itself be known. It wasn't heated properly. Linda's smile was warm, as she rested her chin atop of his head, arms lacing around his shoulders from behind in a tight hug.

"Because, you need people interaction, you Goober, now eat up!" She pulled from the hug and turned to do dishes, back to Piers, her long blond hair clipped in a loose, messy bun.

"I talk to you.. Doesn't that count?" Piers continued with his pouting. He didn't see the point in going to an actual public school. He did so much better taking online classes. "You're.. Somewhat normal.."

"Very funny, dork! We already went through this, Piers.." She answered him in sing-song, whirling to wave a soapy wooden spoon in Piers' direction. Suds dripping from the tip. "You need social interaction. Your mother's call not mine!"

Piers glared at his meal, then looked up and the young woman who was smiling at him. It was a fight he knew wouldn't win. He looked back down at his dinner, barely missing that glint in Linda's eye. He should've known better, but his mind was elsewhere and didn't expect the sudden slap of warm suds that plopped on the side of his face, he whipped his head up just in time to catch Linda squealing with laughter and sprinting around the corner.

Piers wiped the suds off his face with a smirk and shoved himself from the table, challenge in his honey brown eyes as he bolted after her.

"Oh that does it!" Piers heard himself shout as he chased after her. Linda was immature for her age- twenty-seven to be exact. She was still brimming with smiling youth, brightening almost anyone's day, needles to say, Piers wasn't an acception.

Linda snickered as she jumped onto the couch, snatching an unbrella from the case next to the couch, she pointed the tip of the umbrella at Piers.

"Ah-ha!" She drew circles in the air with the make believe sword. Piers fought a grin. He was getting a little too old for playing pirates, but screw it. He swiped the broom that rested against the wall and clanked it against the umbrella.

"Arggggg, ye' think ye' scallywag can take me fer' size?!" Piers questioned, masking his voice in a low gravelled tone.

"Y'arrrgh! Ol', Soapy Beard ye' is no match fer' me, matey!" She shot back as she bounced on the couch cushions. Piers hopped onto the couch opposite to her and waved the broom back and forth giving his best pirate faces.

They exchanged laughter, only stopping when the doorbell rang. Linda hauled herself out of the couch, socked feet sliding along the hardwood floors as she trotted to get the door.

"You should get ready for bed, you need to be rested for tomorrow!" She called over her shoulder as she reached the door.
Piers' heart sank in his stomach. He wasn't so sure if he was ready for school. He allowed himself to fall, plopping back into the couch cushions with a soft sigh. The school part would be no problem it was the socializing part he was sure would be an utter fail.

Resident High, population over six hundred, big school, lot of people. All of which split up in a few different groups: The Jocks and cheerleaders who are found clustering around the track outside of the school building. The Goths who hung around the shady spots under the bleachers and the nerds who hid at the benches near the mathematics classrooms. Piers wasn't sure where he fit in this mess of a social scale, he was having a hard enough time stumbling around the damn school itself. Lost within the maze of hallways and lockers.

He reached the outside of the school, outdoor lockers lining a walkway that led what looked like a snack area. A few vending machines were huddled in the corner. Piers was given a slip with his locker number on it. B47... The only question was: where the hell was said locker?
Piers was so fixated on the slip in his hand, he hadn't noticed where he was going and crashed into something solid, throwing the breath out of him and making him stagger. When Piers looked up, he was met with a scowling pair of eyes and a cocky smirk. The first thing Piers noticed was the slender scar itched into the side of this guy's cheek.

"Watch where you are going, Pipsqueak..~" The male snapped, with a flick of his wrist in an upwards motion, the slightly taller male knocked Piers' books right out of his hands and Piers was left in shock.

Great..

His reaction seemed to amuse this son of a bitch, because his smirk grew much wider as he brushed past Piers, making sure to bump shoulders with him.

"Oops.." Came the sarcastic apology and Piers was biting bullets to keep from tackling that slob to the ground.

Welcome to hell.. The thought couldn't be stopped as he fell to his knees to collect his fallen things. Piers tried to focus on the birds chipping merrily in the background, but the shuffle of footsteps cut through such security and left Piers frozen when he saw a pair of shoes next to his outstretched hand.

Piers looked up to another male that knelt down in front of him. This one looked a grade younger than him perhaps? Maybe not? He certainly did look young. Pale features, long nose, a beanie hiding his head and messy hand movements that scrambled to collect a stray paper that had blown his way.

"A..Are you okay?" The words were just as fumbled. It was better than a jerk, Piers decided as he took the paper back and laid it on top of his now messy stack of books.

"Yeah.." Piers wasn't trying to sound rude or mean, but frankly this wasn't exactly his best of days... Probably won't be his best week let alone month.. He had the almost irresistable urge to beg this guy to shoot him between the eyes to make it go away.

"My name is Finn..Finn Macauley.." Finn figited in his spot, a small smile playing on his lips despite the frown on Piers'. Again, Piers hadn't intended to come off as rude or anything, but he was in a sour mood. He mumbled something and brushed past Finn carefully. He hadn't expected the beanie wearing bundle of nerves to follow.

"A-Are you new here?"

Piers finally turned to face Finn, an agitated smile plastered on his features as he met Finn's awkward stare, he opened his mouth to spit out a nasty retort but Finn's expression made him swallow the venom and bite back his words, even if it meant choking on them.

"Yes.. I am new.." Piers turned and started walking again. He heard Finn stumble after, having to jog to keep up with Piers' long strides.

"I could.. Help you with that.~" Finn offered, pointing at the stack of books. "It's strange to get new kids in the middle of the year like this.."

"Yeah, well... It wasn't by my choice.." Piers scanned the lockers with an irritated puff, ignoring Finn's offer. The labels were worn and they were hard to read let alone code which locker was which.. He hadn't noticed Finn staring at him when he squinted at the locker doors.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?"

This was a persistent little shit, wasn't he? Piers had to give him credit.. Despite how awkwardly friendly this kid was being... Piers chewed on a sigh as he looked back towards Finn from the corner of his eye.

"Which locker is B47?" He gave in with a defeated grunt. Finn's expression changed, brightening in a clumsy smile as he shoved a finger to the left hallway across from them.

"Over here.. I'll show you." Finn started walking, looking over his shoulder to see if Piers was following. He was.. hesitantly.
From across the out door halls was a large grassy foot ball field, what caught Piers' attention first was the cluster of youths in football gear, Piers slowed his pace as he watched the football being flung; the ball sail through the air, cutting it with a spiral spin into the waiting hands of another player.

"You like football?" Piers barely heard Finn over his own loud thoughts. He looked from the field towards Finn and gave a hearty shrug, walking to catch up with Finn. Finn gave another shy smile as he shook his head.

"I'm sorry, but you don't really look the type!"

"What type do I look like?" Piers had to know. This seemed to throw Finn off guard and into a babbling fit of apologies and what nots.. As if he had offended Piers with the whole comment in general and Finn was fumbling to make things right again.

It honestly didn't bother Piers, but the mere fact of Finn squirming over the topic was amusing and it was almost sad. He thought of a way to assure the other but was pulled away from the idea when they suddenly stopped. This perplexed Piers to tilt his head at the row of lockers in front of them. Could this be his row?

"Well.. This is it.." Finn swallowed carefully, he tapped the locker in front of him with sudden realization. "Your locker is right next to Chris Redfield's.."

"Who?" Piers went for the locker, giving it's knob a spin as he adjusted the books to be awkwardly held by one arm to free his hand up. He had memorized the combination this morning and tested it out on the locker. It clicked but wouldn't open. Piers hissed in irritation.

"Chris Redfield.. He is a Senior here.. A popular guy, y'know?" Finn meekly supplied, Piers only scoffed as he placed his things down on the floor to get better use of his hands for the damn locker.

Big deal.. So what if this Chris was famously known around here, he wasn't going to cower in his presence or anything.. His family was military for Christ sake.. It wasn't like he was helpless or anything.

"Say, Finn-..." Piers started, he looked over his shoulder but Finn was gone.. He must have slipped away when Piers' attention was on the locker.. That was one strange guy..

Finn was probably running late to class or something.. Piers decided. He didn't want to be late too, but this stupid locker wasn't even cooperating with him! Piers sighed as he spun the knob another time, clicking in his combination with a soft swear. Becoming flustered with the task at hand he didn't notice someone walked in on him.

"Y'know.. The lockers are stubborn.." The sudden change of voice made Piers nearly jump out of his skin, it was strong and rugged, he whirled around and pressed his back to the locker. A reaction that amused the owner said voice.

He was huge..! Piers' just stared up at the male, trying to keep his jaw from dropping. He was a good head taller than Piers and he immediately decided that this guy worked out on his free time. The male was well built.

"Sorry.. I didn't mean to scare you.." A playful smile played at the corner of the male's handsome face.. Wait.. Handsome? Piers sucked in a breath.

"Startled.." He sharply corrected as he turned back to the combination knob, twisting it with now shaken and clammy fingers. He heard a chuckle and grinded his teeth.

"Whatever.~" The male went to the locker next to Piers and Piers felt his heart drop into the pits of his stomach.. That must be.. Chris Redfield.. It made sense why Finn hit the ground running now.. Chris could probably pick Piers up with one hand and Finn in the other.. That sight wouldn't be pretty..

"You must be new.." Chris grinned and Piers fought the urge to smack that stupid amazing grin off said owner's face. Chris was looking at him. His locker door was already swung open.

"Oh.. Figured that one out all by yourself?" Piers couldn't stop the sarcasm from dripping from his words. That's all he needed was to taunt a boulder of a teen. But that was Piers.. Under pressure he had the tendency to say before thinking. He'd have to work on that.

"Ouch..." Chris' laugh wasn't what Piers had expected. He pulled out his black backpack and grabbed onto the locker's door. Piers noticed a picture of a female taped up to the inside of the locker door. His girlfriend, probably. "Easy there, puppy.. Don't chew my ankles off.."

Piers was about to retort but Chris was looking at him now.. Under that gaze Piers felt like a spotlight was on him.. Heavy and intense.. Chris closed the locker door with a slam and swung his backpack over his shoulder, stupid grin still there as he leaned in close enough for Piers to trace every detail of that cocky bastard's face.. At first Piers panicked.. What was he going to do?!

"Welcome to Resident high then..~" The answer seized the very words from Piers' lungs and Piers flinched when Chris threw the side of his fist against Piers' locker.. And before Piers could retaliate or even get angry, Chris brushed past him, leaving behind a scent of strong colongue.

Piers stood there, dumbstruck to notice that from the force of the hit, his locker door popped open.

Ahhh poor, poor Piers, so scrambled. I am happy at how this turned out. Even if I did rush it a little. xD