A/N: I'm not going to lie; I've been looking forward to posting this. I'm not too sure why… Anyway, this is slash, so if you don't like, then don't read. Hope you enjoy! R&R
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A photograph is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you, the less you know.
Diane Arbus
Alex Riley hated moving into a new house, he really did. This would be the fifth or sixth house he's lived in now ever since he was born. His parent's work kept them moving around, and Alex felt a strained sort of sympathy for military families. They were in the same boat as he was and could do nothing about it. It wouldn't have been so bad if it weren't for the fact that moving from place to place meant that he'd have to attend different schools all the time.
There were a few schools that Alex actually liked and that had offered classes that he was actually interested in. But of course, he had to move away from them. His parents never cared about that and weren't bothered by how the constant moving about was affecting him; all they cared about was their jobs. It wouldn't have been all that bad if he had a sibling, but Alex was an only child, so he was usually stuck alone at the new house on most days as his parents didn't usually come home until late, if they even came home at all.
So Alex was used to being alone. After all, he's been alone for the majority of his life. Even the friends he did manage to make at the various schools he's been to don't usually talk to him. Sure, he's friends with them on facebook, but they never really talk to him on there, or call or text him, or anything really.
Which is why Alex hated going to new schools: because he was the weird new kid who everyone talked about at first and then forgot. But, unfortunately, he had to go to school because he had to graduate so he could go to college and leave his parents. He wanted to do what he wanted to, not what they wanted to. And college was the first step.
Taking a deep breath, Alex walked through the front doors of the high school. It was just like all the others: a new school with new teachers, new students, new classes, and new difficulties. And this was the third high school he's been to since he first became a freshman two years ago. It was a constant ordeal, having to go from school to school to school, having to meet new people and try and make new friends. He was isolated, alone, and, in all honesty, it didn't bother him all that much. At first it did, but he was used to it by now.
Sighing, he starting walking towards the office, needing to pick up his schedule and whatnot. However, before he even took a step, someone shoved him onto the floor from behind. Glaring up at the person who had shoved him, Alex was met with a pair of cold, mocking brown eyes. He didn't need to see any other part of the boy's face to tell that he was laughing at him, which only pissed Alex off even more.
"Hey bitch, watch where you're going!" And with that, the boy ran off down the hall.
Grumbling, Alex pushed himself up and got off of the floor. His left knee stung a bit, but other than that, he was fine. That kid… Alex didn't even know his name and he didn't like him. Shaking his head, Alex made his way to the office, keeping his gaze locked ahead, avoiding the stares of passersby.
Once inside the main office, he looked around, unsure of where to go or who to talk to. There were three women sitting behind the large desk in the center of the room while there was a hallway to the left and another desk to the right. Once of the lady's behind the large desk at the front spotted him and smiled.
"You must be the new guy. Alex Riley, right?"
"Right." He nodded and proceeded forward.
"It's nice to meet you. I'm Ms. Kelly. I have your schedule here…if I can just find it… Ah, there it is."
She handed him his schedule and he looked over it, chewing his bottom lip.
Homeroom, then Algebra Two, Chemistry, Nonwestern Civilization, Music Theory, lunch, Art One, American History One, Study Hall, and finally Spanish. Lovely, he's start out with math; he hated math. And then Chemistry… This school has it out against him, it must have.
"Everything look okay?" Ms. Kelly asked him. Alex nodded and she smiled, giving him a map to the school and directing him towards his homeroom.
Feeling less than confident, Alex left the main officer and turned left, heading down a hallway towards his homeroom. He had about ten minutes to get there and, hopefully, he'll find it okay. Taking his time so that he didn't miss his homeroom class, Alex made his way down the hall and turned right. Lining the walls were various works of art by the students, pictures and photos from musicals and concerts, sports team pictures, and posters for clubs, all of which were interesting to look at. But that'd have to wait for another day. Looking down at his map, Alex saw that his homeroom was right up ahead. With a small smile, he made his way towards it, walking a bit faster. He just wanted to get in and get out and get this day over with. The first day was always the worst in his opinion, and the sooner it was over, the better.
He stopped at a door on the left and peered inside. A few students sat quietly in their sets, looking over schedules or reading while others were with their friends, talking loudly and not bothering to look around. It was perfect. Hopefully he'd be able to enter without being noticed. The teacher saw him and gestured for Alex to come inside the room. Upon entering though, a familiar voice called out to him.
"If it isn't Bitch from this morning!" Alex looked over his shoulder and saw the same brown eyed boy that had pushed him earlier. With a frown, Alex stared at him as the boy laughed and talked to his friends, occasionally smirking at the blonde boy.
"So, you're Alex Riley, eh?" The teacher said, peering down through his glasses at Alex. The blonde teen nodded and shifted nervously.
"All right. Find your seat. The first bell should ring soon."
Alex picked a seat next to a quiet brunette who was reading some book near the wall. Sure enough, the first bell did ring, and a few students left the class room while others entered. Ten minutes later, a second bell rang and the announcements started. Another bad thing that Alex hated about transferring schools was that he often had to do so after the school year started, so when he arrived he had no idea who or what the announcements were talking about. It confused him to no end, and he hated it.
The announcements lasted about twenty minutes, and then another bell rang, signaling the end of homeroom. Students gathered their belongings and started leaving the room. Alex picked his book bag up and headed towards the teacher's desk, asking him where to go.
"Just follow this hallway down and turn left. Your Algebra class room in on the right. Ah…Mike! Mr. Mizanin. Come over here please."
Alex detected the stern tone that Mr. Evans used when addressing the brown eyed boy that had pushed him earlier. So, his name was Mike Mizanin, huh? Some name… It nearly made Alex laugh out loud, something that would probably have resulted in a punch from the short brunette.
"Whatcha need Mr. Evans?" Mike's voice was one of fake politeness and it made Alex shiver slightly. He didn't want to be shown around by this asshole. In fact, he'd rather stick it out on his own. Mr. Evans, on the other hand, wasn't going to be nice to him today, however.
"You and Alex have the same classes, so I want you to show him around. He's new here, so be nice."
Mike looked over at Alex and smirked in a taunting way. Yes, Alex really did not like him.
"You got it, Mr. Evans. Come on, bro. Let's show you around town…"
And with that, both Mike and Alex left homeroom and started down the hall towards Algebra Two. As soon as they left the classroom, Mike started speaking once again.
"Listen here, Bitch. Mr. Evans may want me to play nice little baby sitter today, but fuck that shit. You have a map, use it. And if you need help, don't bother me. I've got more important things to do."
"Like styling your pretty boy hair?"
The words left his mouth before Alex thought about what he was saying. Mike stopped and glared up at him, his eyes cold and calculating, surveying Alex as they drank in the sight of him. That stare nearly made Alex shudder, and he shifted his book bag over his shoulder nervously. The last he needed on his first day was to get into a fight.
"Okay, Blondie. Here's how it goes around here. The Miz doesn't take shit from anyone, he dishes it. The Miz doesn't care about nobodies like you. Just stay out of my way and keep your mouth shut, and we'll get along just fine. Got it?"
Alex nodded and Mike, or rather The Miz, narrowed his eyes and smirked before he continued walking, leaving Alex behind. Stifling a sigh (he'd probably be doing a lot of that soon) Alex made his way down the hall and turned left. He wasn't looking forward to being at this school. Not one bit.
