This is my new story I hope you like it. I don't know where I'm going with this but I will update daily. Don't judge Sonny's character just yet.

My name is Will. William Horton. I guess this is where I tell you a few things about me. For starters, I'm seventeen years old, and I'm gay. I'm that one kid in school who's always walking with his head down, and his hands in his pockets. I hardly speak to anyone anymore.

I find words kind of pointless, unless they're written down on a sheet of paper. Then maybe, maybe they're worth something. Because spoken words fade away as soon as they're out of your mouth... but written words stay forever.

I had lost myself in one of my pointless, emotional rants again.

Speaking to the many voices inside my head had been something I'd done to pass the time lately. No, I'm not crazy or anything.. it just gets kind of lonely. Talking to myself is the only option I have. I made my way into the school, and to my locker. I tossed the books I'd been carrying into the neatly organized, clean locker, and then picked out the ones I needed for class. I turned around, and as I shut it, I let out a soft sigh. I made my way to class and sat down in the very back, just trying to stay invisible like I did every day. It bothered me to socialize with people like my classmates anyway.

I dozed off as the teacher began her lesson for the day, and didn't wake up until she placed the worksheet on my desk. I stared down at the many numbers, and began to jot down answers. School was easy for me; I guess you could even go so far as to say I was a nerd. Soon, I found myself doodling on the side of the paper, and when I caught myself, I stopped immediately, before quickly scribbling down answers for the next four problems, and finished the paper.

I sat at my desk, waiting quietly and patiently for the bell to ring and staring around me. I twirled my short dirty blond hair around my fingers, and began to think again. Just as I'd made it deep into my mind, the sharp tone of the bell brought me back to reality, and I threw my things into my bag, and stood up.

As I made my way out the door of the classroom, I heard some kids talking."So I hear we have a new guy today? You guys know his name and where he's from?"

"I hear he's from Oregon." someone else said. "I also heard he's been jailed three times!"

I kept walking, and wondered about the 'new kid' and if the rumors held any truth to them. After a few moments, I realized that yes, they most likely were, if this boy was the same one the other students had been speaking of.

He was loud. Very, very loud. The first thing I actually noticed about him was his loud mouth. The second, was his hair. His hair was black it was teased and stood out in sort of a cute way.

I stood staring at him for a moment, while he laughed and flirted with some chick. He was dressed in a pair of red skinny jeans, and his shirt was a simple white V-neck. His nails were painted black, and I wondered briefly if it was because he wanted people to pick a fight with him or if he just liked the color. The upper part of his right arm was covered by a tattoo of something, maybe a rose or flower.

After a moment, he caught me staring and I could tell for him, it was hate at first sight. "Y'know it's rude to stare!" He told me where I could go, and I quickly lowered my head and disappeared into the crowd. I heard his obnoxiously loud laugh behind me, and prayed we wouldn't get stuck in the same class.

It was just my luck that we did, and he chose to sit right beside me. I kept my head down, awkwardly trying not to make eye contact with the new guy. He was disrupting class all the way through, shooting spit balls, throwing paper, and passing notes. I tried my hardest to ignore it, but after awhile I got sick of it. I stood up, and asked for permission to use the restroom.

I left the room, and when I made it to the restroom, I locked myself in a stall and casually stood there, leaning against the wall. I swore under my breath when I heard his voice outside.

"Hey! Will! I know you're in here! Get out here. Now." He sounded angry. I didn't know if that was because he was just then, or because he was always angry. After a moment, I opened the door and stepped out to face him. I was prepared for a fight, even though I hated fighting...

"How'd you know my name?" I asked, and surprised myself when I realized how calm I sounded.

"Heard it around school." He shrugged and shoved his hands into his pockets. "So why were you staring earlier? You got a problem with me?"

I lost myself for a moment in his eyes... they were a sparkly brown , but so cold it was hard to see the beauty in them without also seeing the many battle scars behind them.

"Well?!" he growled, and I shook my head quickly. "Oh, um. No. N-no. Of course not!" I backed up and realized I felt the wall behind my back before I could cover as much ground as I wanted to.

I cowered against the tiled wall, and without meaning to, let out a small whimper.

"You're such a wimp you faggot!" He laughed.

I looked at the ground, a blank expression on my face. I had heard worse; that didn't bother me much. He advanced towards me, and drew back a fist. I closed my eyes, and waited for an impact, then I heard him laugh softly, mockingly. "I don't want to waste my time with you." He turned his back. "Name's Sonny, faggot. Don't forget it." He walked out of the bathroom, and I stood there quietly.

He could definitely bet that I wouldn't.

Why do all the hot guys have to be total jerks?

Next Update: Nov/10. Reviews appreciated.