The Collision of Black Roses and White Daisies

Before I begin writing, readers should understand what they are about to read.

1. its hella gay

That is all.

"Say it to my face, you fucking cunt!"

"Do you want me to kick your fucking ass, bitch?!"

The boy ignored the ignorant yells and the hoarse cries of "fight, fight, fight, fight," from the massive crowd surrounding the two students about to fight, walking past them without glancing to the side. He allowed himself a small smirk.

3... 2... 1... And...

"HEY!"

Right on time. The boy didn't even blink as teachers pushed past him and other students to stop the oncoming fight.

Soon, the boy found himself dragging his ratty converse along the floor of the hallway leading to his fourth period, the herd of students naturally splitting apart away from the boy. He didn't mind, in fact, he preferred it. He wasn't sure if most people would probably hate themselves and the world for that happened to them, but honestly it felt good, he didn't have to talk to people, even if that meant they were afraid of him.

However, on this Tuesday, something a little different happened. While he was looking down, watching the way his shoe laces flopped around as he walked, he felt a shoulder heavily bump into him. He looked to the side, and had to glance up further, the person was about a head taller than him. It was a well built male, with cropped short blond hair and glasses. He looked like a person that should have DEFINITELY avoided him. The guy paused, and was staring at the smaller teen, causing him also to halt in confusing. He couldn't see his eyes because his glasses were reflecting, but he guessed he was studying him. "What?" the smaller male snapped. The blond guy's mouth frowned a little, before he managed a small smile at the glowering teen. "You have something... Right here." He tapped the left side of his chin, and then continued walking as if nothing had happened. Scowling, the boy continued walking, making a different path leading to the bathroom. Thank-fully, the graffitied bathroom was empty. There he leaned in close in the mirror, expecting his face. His raven black hair stuck in almost all angles, ending about half-way down his neck. His eyes were narrowed still, and he allowed himself to relax as his deep, deep brown, almost black eyes showed more clearly. Bags lined under his eyes, from his lack of sleep, as well as long faded freckles lined his face. Finally he looked down to the left of his chin, he had a bit of acne on his chin, but not that much to comment on it, but what he found shouldn't have made him feel so embarrassed, his already extremely pale skin shouldn't have gotten paler, when he found tiny white lines going down from his lip down his chin. Drool. He quickly wet his hands with water and wiped his chin clean, getting a few drops onto his skinny jeans. Finally after a lot of checking, he resumed his expression to his normal don't-talk-to-me state, and walked with a bit more energy so he wouldn't be late for class. At last, he walked into the tiny classroom, the overwhelming aroma of air-freshener filled his nose, making his eyes water slightly. Mrs. Lalonde, the Greek Mythology teacher was in the back of the classrooms, slumped in a chair. She looked more like a student than a teacher, in the boy's opinion. The dark haired boy sat by himself, but that wasn't really unnatural, most people managed to get a seat to themselves in here, about ten desks in all, with about six filled with two people. The rest simply sat by themselves. However, today, he noted that there were three new people in the classroom when he sat down, who were handing papers to Mrs. Lalonde, before turning around and examining the empty desks before sitting down. The boy was still by himself, thank-fully. At last, the bell sounded, and the teen winced slightly at the blaring sound. Mrs. Lalonde stood, striding to the front of the classroom. She went on about schedule changes and new students, the cause of the new arrivals. "Now," she said in her well-mannered tone, "I want to begin by us going around the room and introducing ourselves and give a fact about yourself. It helps you all know each other better, and it helps me remember your names." Her slightly golden eyes crinkled as she smiled. The boy had to admit, she was pretty. Her almost white blonde hair that stopped at her neck as a bob, along with a pink hairband in her hair, wearing a yellow dress patterned with suns. The boy wished to himself that he could be attracted to her, he surely wished. But he couldn't... because of-

His thoughts were halted as the heavy classroom door was creaked open, and a guy with blond hair peeked his head in the door. It was the guy who bumped into him. He entered the classroom sheepishly. He must know that pretty much everyone is watching him. "And who might you be?" Mrs. Lalonde's voice questioned him, causing his ears to redden. "I'm," for some reason the boy had a difficult time picking up his name, his voice was low and also considering that the dark teen as in the very back. "I transferred here, and I got lost on my way here." Mrs. Lalonde looked at the check-book that was in her hand, and nodded. "Sit down," she said. The boy mentally face-palmed as the blond guy directed his eyes to the staring students, finding I was the only open seat, and he actually looked relieved. What? Seriously, this guy was already getting on his nerves, why couldn't someone else had sat by him, or Mrs. Lalonde had more desks? This reminded him of a stupid book he had once read about sparkling vampires, because it was sure a hell of a lot like it already. Blondie sat by him, the chair scraping the floor loudly as the class watched him like hawks, before one by one returning their gazes to the board. "Now," Mrs. Lalonde continued. "We will begin." She pointed to a student in the first row, and they stood quickly and spoke, "my name is Hazel Levesque and I like... Old fashioned clothing?" She offered. Mrs. Lalonde nodded approvingly, and pointed to the student beside her.

Suddenly he felt a breath ghosting over his arms as the blond guy whispered, "What are we doing?" The dark boy automatically tensed up at his presence, and didn't look at him as he explained what was happening. By now, Mrs. Lalonde had gotten about half-way to the classroom, and was now listening to a guy named Charles-Whatsit and he liked machinery or something. "Thanks," came from the figure beside him. The boy did not reply, just waited, dreading his turn to speak. At last, after a girl named Aradia, it was the blond guys turn, did he look up actually. Fuck, this guy was huge. Sitting next to him, he must have looked like an anorexic and unathletic kid. "My name is Jason Grace and I enjoy flying." As Jason began to sit down, the boy finally caught a glimpse of his eyes, which were extremely ice-blue. For a moment he was frozen, before he snapped out of it when he realized it was his turn. He stood awkwardly, feeling everyone's eyes on him, including Jason's. "My..." His voice was quiet and Mrs. Lalonde politely asked him to speak up. Unwillingly, the boy raised his voice. "My name's Nico di Angelo and I like..." He panicked for a second, he hadn't thought of that. "Skulls." He finished awkwardly. There was a few snickers, but other than that, nothing happened as he sat down. As Mrs. Lalonde returned to the board, began to speak. "Now, guys, I hope you guys like your partners, because from now to the end of the semester, you're going to be spending a LOT of time together." Nico felt his blood run cold as both he and Jason glanced at each other, shocked. Oh, fuck.