A/N: I'm keeping my promise in the poll. (Remember that? You had to choose your top 2 pokemon couples and I'd write a mulit-chap story for the top 2 winners?) Well, contestshipping is a definite winner, but I still need 7 more voters for the poll. o.o Oh well. Enjoy the fic!

Shippings:

contestshipping, May x Drew

advancedshipping, May x Ash

hoennshipping, May x Brenden (Jarke's request

shipping, Brenden x OC

pokeshipping, May x Ash

egoshipping, May x Gary

more ships to comes, but main one is CS aka DAML. (whatever you want to call it)

Bold: author notes

Italics: thoughts of characters, exaggeration (when one word)

Underlined: change in time or point of view

Look Me in the Eye and Tell Me You Hate Me

Chapter 1: Goodbye, Home Sweet Home

"Drew Ontario of class 9A, please report to the main office immediately," Mrs. White blared over the school's P.A system, stretching the word immediately. All 29 pairs of eyes in his class turned on Drew. Boy, was he in trouble. But it'snot like he cared. He just stared back at them with a bored expression on his face.

"Relax, it's probably nothing but some Honor Comittee stuff they want me to do." Drew waved off the stares as he flicked his green hair out of his eyes.

"Yeah, probably has to do a speech again!"

"Drew's so talented!"

"Ahem. Drew, main office. NOW." Ms. Darley held the door ajar, tapping her foot impatiently. "And stop messing with that hair of yours," she told him as he walked past in an arrogant manner. She sighed. "You are so ready to graduate..."

"Drew? Your mom's calling for you," Mrs. White-haired WIlliams, as the students call her (behind her back, of course), handed over the phone.

The boy pretended to look suprised. "What, no speech or certificate this time?"

The office assistant rolled her eyes. "You want the phone or no, little boy?"

"I'll take it," Drew retorted, and snatched the phone. "Mom?"

"Oh my god, Drew! This is perfect, you're going to be so happ-------"

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE. WHat happened?" If he only learned one thing in his lifetime, it was that his mom's voice gets high-pitched and exited only when she did something life-threatening, usually to him.

"We're moving in with the Maples!"

Drew blinked. Or maybe, not so life-threatening. But the name did have some familiarity to him..."Wait. Who?"

"The Maples, honey! Remember their daughter June? Or was it April?"

Drew rolled his eyes at his mom's memory. It was even worse than his. An image of a stubborn hothead in shorts and a T-shirt flashed across his mind. "Not even close, mom. It's May."

Her mom laughed nervously. "I knew that, I was, um, just testing you!"

"Mom, get back to the point here. Why do we have to live with HER?" She hates me, Drew metally added.

"Well..."

"What did you do this time?"

"I... burned down or house!"

Drew jumped, the phone droped, and he lost his usually arrogant and calm nature for a split-second, then regained it again. Mrs. William's looked at him in a weird way, then handed the phone back to him. Drew's mother was talking so fast, she averaged a mile a minute now.

"I was cooking, and making cake, and having a tiny barbeque------"

"But you DON'T know HOW to cook!" Drew said in exasperation, not believing his mom. "I don't think you even know how to read cooking instructios, nevermind cooking! And that's not the point. Why in the world do you have a barbeque when the only people there are you, the wind, the grill, and the dust bunnies?!?"

His mom pretended not to hear a single word he said. "And the timer for the cake was late by 20 minutes, and while I had the barbeque on the patio, I was sleeping, and-----"

"How...how do you fal asleep while you're COOKING!"

She ignored him again. "And when I woke up, the grill was sizzling and was red hot, and I was about to walk to the kitchen when something popped..."

"Oy vey." Listening to his mom's story sapped the life out of him. "Then how in the world did you get out of the mess ALIVE?"

"I jumped over."

"Over WHAT?" The air?

"The fence. Then our neighbor called the police and firefighters."

Resting his head on his left hand, Drew groaned. Why did his mom always have to get herself in life-threatening situations? And now he has to live in May's house until who knows when.

"Oh, and Drew dearie..." His mother's voice became high again.

"What. Now?"

"Your room went poof."

"POOF!" Drew was on the verge of a heart-attack. "How. Could. You. Be. So. THOUGHTLESS!"

"And I'm thinking of cooking over at the Maples house too-----"

"DON"T YOU DARE!"

"Why?" Mrs. Ontario's voice sounded innocent and sweet. She was neither.

"Help me..." Drew's hand was on his head. He was getting a major headache from talking to his mom.

"Ah, well, we'll see about that. I want to learn how to bake sweets!"

"No, mom, no. Didn't you LEARN anything? Wasn't ONE burnt house enough?"

"Well...just meet with May later, okay?"

"Sure..."

"Be good, okay? See you over at May's!"

Be good? Why can't SHE be good for once and not ruin his life? he thought. Drew handed the phone back to the office assistant. "Thanks, Mrs. White."

"Anything the matter?"

"No," he stated through gritted teeth. But my house just burned down, and now I'm forced to live with a girl who I hate. No, my life is completely fine.

When Drew got back to his class, everyone stared at him expectantly. He looked back at them.

"What, no speech?"

"Below 97 average this quarter?"

"Shut up." he quietly spoke aloud. Everyone in the class, even the teacher, did exactly what he said, rarely hearing the "Prince" curse. Everyone except one person in the back. Harley.

"Hey, what's wrong, Prince?" the purple-haired boy asked sweetly, and laughed. "Are they kicking you out of Honors Society?"

Drew turned to face him. "First, it's none of your business what happenes to me. Second, if they're going to kick me out of Honors, I wouldn't really care. They'd have to kick you out first anyway. Third," he paused for a dramatic effect.

Everyone turned to look at him now.

"My house burned down."

to be continued (tbc)

A/N: Now, click the 'review' button, thanks!

Oh, and I need random high school charries (freshman, sophs, juniors, seniors) to be in the fic too. Anyone willing to make up a character?

Include:

full name
age & h.s. year
personality
appearance/attire
rival/friend/enemy/love interest (choose one, or another role)