:) New story with my partner from Twitter baileylambert12. No need to an introduction except she's Tommy's POV and I'm Adams'. We hope you enjoy! kiss kiss.


Tommy's POV

I walked through the hallways of my new school. This place was a piece of shit! What the hell? They couldn't even afford decent lockers. I was used to my old private school, the one that was nice and clean and had delicious food and fun classes. Damn, I missed it. Why did we have to move to LA? The whole AREA that we lived in was a piece of crap. We had to live in an apartment. And of course, my parents bought me my own apartment right next to theirs. Hey, one apartment wasn't big enough for four people.

I knew that since I was new I was going to get the occasional push or shove from the 'cool' kids, but I really didn't WANT that, ya know? But these people here were mean! They had no patience, no courtesy, and no goddamn kindness! Why couldn't they all just be like the people at my old school? It was so much easier back then. They just all need to watch. Just wait and see. I'll get you ALL back.

As I entered my first class, which seemed to be math, I took a seat in the back. Now I'm not bragging or anything, but I'm really smart. I just like, retain everything so fast you wouldn't even believe it. So when I sat at the desk, and saw all this nasty things scribbled on the hard wood below me, I gasped. Words like 'Useless' and 'Piece of shit' were scribbled into it. Well someone obviously had some emo problems...

I stared at the board, reading the scribbled print on it. I didn't really like math and on the board, it said 'Warm-Ups', which probably meant I had to do some math. Like, now. And I really didn't want to but whatever. I started writing the equation on my paper, when a student walked into the class that I couldn't help but notice out of the corner of my eye. I glanced up, seeing a red haired, freckle faced man, dressed in mostly black. His baby blue eyes stood out like diamonds and his nails were painted black. I noticed something wrapped around his wrist. Was that... Gauze? Why does he have gauze around his wrist? I didn't know but I was kind of scared of this guy. He looked like someone who didn't want their shit messed with. And I sure want going to be the one doing that for him.

But he seemed surprisingly interesting in some way... Like I kinda wanted to be his friend. But why? He looked dangerous and I know that my parents don't want me getting involved with someone like him. My parents would kill me.

My attention turned to the board when the teacher walked in and announced "Okay, I hope you all finished your warm ups," and we began class. But basically I already knew all of this stuff, so I had time to think about the new school. And how much I missed my girlfriend. God, she was so beautiful. I can see her blonde hair flowing in the wind, he chocolate brown eyes, just like mine, her slim figure fitting perfectly into my arms. I really wanted her back. And I know I won't be able to find another one like her.

"Mr. Ratliff!" I didn't even realize the teacher was yelling my name.

"What? Oh I'm sorry sir," I said, sounding really stupid.

"Detention," he said walking over to me with a pink slip in his hand. I sighed, taking it from his grasp.

And on the first day of school...