Trowa walked down the hallways, heads turning to look at him. He shrugged them off. As if they really mattered anyway, he thought. They didn't look at him because he was popular, and not because he had done anything great, but just because all of them had no lives, and they had to find some freak in the bunch to torment.

He stopped at his locker, finding his normal gang hanging out by it; his gang, that is, equaling one person. "Are you skipping again, Trowa?"

Trowa shrugged and opened his locker, emptying what was in his backpack from the last two classes. He just stood there and stared at his locker. As it had been since sixth grade, it was lined with pictures of Davey Havok*. Nothing else could line his locker but that.

"You know, Trowa, AFI* is so old."

Trowa shrugged again. "What's you point, Quatre?"

"Well, you're goth right?"

Trowa nodded, or at least that was the group they stuck him in, he thought. His black clothes, his old worn out black trench coat, the black nail polish, the boots, and his now black hair had certainly earned him the reputation. His hair was his proudest thing, since it made him look more like Davey. God, he even idolized him now.

"Why don't you listen to some heavy metal or something? Like Cradle of Filth*." Trowa stared at Quatre for a while. Quatre wasn't goth, but he was the only one that bothered spending time with Trowa. He had been clean for about up until last year. He'd gotten into happy drugs, and then grown into something of a grudge kid. After that, the two had become best friends.

"Why don't you go listen to some Silverchair* or something." Trowa retorted, slamming his locker. He didn't need to be bugged about his music choice. AFI was all he needed, and it was all he had.

Across the school, Heero was sitting at his desk in class. His boots where sitting on the top of the desk, his legs crossed. He was failing about ever class, but he didn't give a fuck. "Psst, Heero."

He cocked one eye open, looking over the person talking to him. "You going to the club tonight?" The girl crossed and uncrossed her legs, playing with her tongue ring. He knew what this was about.

"No. Last Poison* is a poser band. I'm not going until some one good comes there."

"I'm make it worth your while..." She grinned.

"Fuck off." Heero smirked. He pulled his head phones from his pocket and put them on, slipping in his Misfits cd. He noticed the kids getting up and knew he hadn't heard the pull. He jingled as he walked, the suspenders criss-crossed against the back of his legs, his leather jacket wrapped tightly around him. He got the looks again, but he didn't care. They were all bastards anyway.

"Hey!" Some one tore off Heero's headphones. "What do you think you're doing, fag?"

"Shut up." Heero said, grabbing back his headphones, as he continued to walk away.

"What? You think you're cool? You're just a worthless punk."

"At least I'm not a jock with a football stuck up my ass." Heero grinned and watched as the boy stuttered for something to say.

The kid balled his fist and walked towards Heero. "You're going to pay for that Yuy."

Duo dashed over, walking between the brute and Heero. "Now, guys, come on, you know my buddy's just practically comatose from all those mosh pits! Can't you just give a guy a break?"

"Maxwell, will you stay out of this?"

"Heero, why don't we just go to lunch now, huh?"

"Whatever."

Heero continued to walk towards the lunchroom, leaving Duo scrambling with the other guys. "Thanks a lot fellas, but next time, I won't save you from Heero's wrath!" Duo winked and dashed away before they grabbed him, quickly catching up with Heero. "Damn, that was close."

"Next time you should just let me beat the crap out of them again." Heero bobbed his head lightly to his music, playing the guitar parts with his one hand on his invisible guitar.

"And let you get suspended for the fifth time this year? You're mom would be so disappointed in me for not watching her baby," he pinched Heero's cheeks and watched as he gave him a death glare.

"Actually, it would be the seventh time." Heero smirked as they pushed through the lunch room doors. It was swarming with kids, since the school was so huge. Heero liked it though, since he was easily lost in the crowd, and no one ever really cared if anything happened to him.

"So, Heero, what's on the menu today?" Duo pushed Heero's head out of the way, peering up through the line.

"Fuck! Hey, watch it, Duo." Heero winced. "You hit my fucking eyebrow piercing."

"You know, for a guy who's taking a lot of beating in this school, you sure are a baby about that eyebrow piercing of your's."

"Shut the hell up, it hurts like hell." He muttered as they looked up through the line.

Quatre and Trowa finally made their own way into the lunch room, filing themselves into the line. "So, Trowa, you going to skip with me next period?"

"If you want. But I'm not smoking up. I hate that."

"Fine." Quatre pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, pulling one out and lighting it up.

Trowa laughed. "You fucking get away with everything."

"Yeah, they never suspect me," Quatre smiled as he took another puff of his cigarette.

Heero turned around, smelling the cigarette smoke.

"There's that kid again!" Duo frowned, sniffing the smoke.

"Who?" Heero hardly cared. It was a cigarette.

"Quatre something-or-other."

"So? What's important about him?"

Duo blinked and shrugged, looking at the ground. "Nothing I guess."

Heero scanned, seeing the blond with the cigarette between his lips. He looked fucking twelve, he thought. The cigarette didn't suit him. The guy next to him caught his eye though. "Who's that?"

"Who's who?"

"The guy with the black hair and lip piercing."

Duo peered through the crowd and looked at him. "Oh, that... um... something with a T. T... Trowa! That's it. Trowa."

Trowa turned and saw some boy looking at him. He looked like some punk goth mix, so Trowa didn't think he was staring at him for the usual reasons though. But his friend, they guy next to him... he was just glaring. He was... never mind.

"Trowa... hm..."

"What about him?" Duo nudged.

"Nothing. He just looks like Davey Havok."

"Um..."

"Shut up, Duo, you're such a poser."

"Leave me alone..." Duo kicked him in the shin, getting another death glare from Heero.

"Who's that guy?" Trowa nudged Quatre.

"I dunno." Quatre shrugged, taking one last puff from his cigarette before putting it out on his shoe. "It's not like I know anyone anymore."

"His name's Heero Yuy. Punk extraordinaire. Leader singer slash vocalist for the band Abandoned Life." Wu Fei slipped right between Quatre and Trowa, his hand on each of their shoulders.

"Hey, Wu Fei."

"Yeah, the school dictionary," Trowa grinned.

"I prefer know-it-all, Trowa." Wu Fei smirked.

Trowa laughed. "Okay, I'll remember that for next time."

"Anyway... why interested in the Yuy kid?"

He shrugged. "He was looking at me."

"Death glare?"

"No, just glare."

"Hm... so he's not mad at you..."

"He doesn't even know me."

"Who doesn't know you?" Wu Fei laughed. "You're the school freak, Barton."

"Thanks," Trowa said sarcastically.

"Aw, don't take it that way," Quatre said smiling. "It's a good kind of freak."

"Anyway, want me to find out?"

Trowa shrugged. "If you want."

"Kay." Wu Fei danced through the line, avoiding some people, stopping to chat for a moment with others. He was gangster-esc, yet he knew everything that happened in that school. He was always the first to know anything.

"Wu Fei!" Duo grinned and slapped Wu Fei's hand.

"Hey."

Heero didn't say anything, just played more of his air guitar.

"What brings you over here?"

"Was just talking to Barton and Quatre."

"Barton?"

"Oh, Trowa."

"I see... what's up?"

"Got to ask Heero something."

"Good luck!"

Wu Fei tapped Heero on the shoulder, causing him to slowly slip his headphones off. "What do you want, Wu Fei?"

"Got a question."

"Shoot."

"Why were you looking at the Barton kid like that?"

"Who?"

"Trowa Barton."

"Oh." Heero stared at him blankly.

"Well?"

"I don't know."

Wu Fei laughed. "Checking him out?"

Heero threw a light punch at his shoulder. "My ass."

"That's what I thought!" Wu Fei grinned. "You're the last guy I would expect to be gay."

"Thanks, Wu Fei, that's comforting." Heero smirked.

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Notes (*):

*Davey Havok: Lead singer for the band AFI

*AFI: Short for A Fire Inside. Early 90's to the future punk band. Want to check them out? www.afireinside.net

*Cradle of Filth: Also known as CoF. Harsh rock-type. Screaming/satanistic, very neat ^_^

*Silverchair: Grunge band. Probably most famous for their song "Ana's song" about anorexia.

*Last Poison: Nothing. I made it up ^^*