Can't Be Saved

Based on the music video by Senses Fail. Aragorn is a football player failing Chemistry and Algebra II. Legolas is assigned to tutor him. The problem is, they don't get along. A/L, rated M to be safe.

A/N: If you've watched the music video, you basically know what's going to happen. I'm going further than the video though. This is a slash-fic (like I write anything else) so if you don't like boy-love, don't read. I like constructive criticism, but flames will be mocked and used to roast marshmallows with.

Chapter 1: Can't Be Saved

The last bell rang for Chemistry and the stragglers hurried inside the door. The class sat down as Elrond stood up and began pacing back and forth in front of the rows of desks. To say he looked disappointed would be an understatement.

He stopped by his desk and took a stack of papers, 'illegal sized' as the students called them, that was Tuesday's test. "I told you in September, " he began gravely, eyes scanning over the class, "that you would need to pay attention in this class." He began to pass back the tests. "Some of you listened to my warnings," he said as he handed Legolas his test. The blonde looked at the red 97 circled at the top if his test. "And others," he continued, eyes smoldering as he handed Aragorn his test, "did not."

Shit, Aragorn thought to himself, seeing the 58 on the corner of his test. He looked around Legolas' head to see his test grade and had to surpress a growl of annoyance. "Know it all," he muttered darkly. He saw the slight slump in the boys shoulders and he knew that the blonde had heard him.

After he had passed out the rest of the tests, Elrond assigned them to do the preview for the next chapter. "I'll be expecting you to begin memorizing the periodic table, we'll be having quite a few quizzes over it in the next few weeks," he told them as he sat back down at his desk scanning over the Anatomy tests on his desk. "Aragorn, Legolas, may I speak with you two?"

Aragorn groaned and got up, pushing past Legolas as he did so. The other boy fell back into his desk before getting back up, eyes downcast, and followed Aragorn to Elrond's desk.

"Aragorn," Elrond began, hands folded on top of his massive desk. "I know that it's the prime of football season, but that is no excuse for this and other horrendous grades. You know that if you fail my class that you'll be ineligible for football."

Aragorn look outraged. "Isn't there something you can do? I'm starting quarter back and a sophomore, the upperclassmen are looking for any excuse to bench me."

"I'm well aware. That is why I brought Legolas up here as well. He has the highest grade in the class-"

"There's no way in hell I'm going to let him tutor me!" he said, pointing at Legolas.

He was met with two reactions after his outburst. One was of annoyance and Legolas looked like Aragorn had slapped him in the face.

"It's either that, or I send this down to your coach next period." Elrond showed the note to Aragorn which was signed, not only by Elrond, but also Celeborn, his Algebra II teacher. "Both he and I agreed that Legolas can tutor you and you can remain on the team."

Aragorn's shoulders slumped in defeat. "Fine," he said through clenched teeth.

"Good. Arwen wouldn't have been pleased if I failed you. I'm glad you're going along with this."

Through the conversation Legolas remained silent, but on the inside, his mind was reeling. Aragorn! He felt his heartbeat quicken. But then again, he's not exactly that grateful, he thought darkly, absently rubbing his bruised ribcage from when Aragorn had roughly pushed him into his desk.

"You can sit back down now. I suggest you two work together."

Both Aragorn and Legolas nodded and returned to their desks at the back of the room. "So tutor," Aragorn spat, "teach."

Legolas opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off my Aragorn. "And by 'teach' I mean give me the answers."

"Don't think that I signed up to baby-sit you, your majesty," Legolas said quietly, sitting at the desk backwards, facing Aragorn. "Did you even bring you book?"

"No," Aragorn answered, arms crossed defiantly over his well muscled chest.

"Then you're screwed," Legolas said. "I don't let people copy. But if you want my help, you know where to find me," he said, standing up so he could sit properly in his desk.

"Fine," Aragorn hissed, getting up and heading over to where Elrond kept the spare books.

Once Aragorn sat back down, he heard Legolas mutter, "If you need any help, please...hesitate to ask."

"Don't worry," Aragorn replied, opening his note book and wrote down the homework numbers at the top of the page.

The period was almost over when Aragorn finally swallowed his pride and tapped Legolas on the shoulder.

"Yes?" Legolas asked quietly, but there was still a smug look on his face.

"I can't do this. What the hell is an atomic number?"

Legolas sighed and massaged his temples. "We don't have enough time to start now. Do you have any study halls?"

"Yes," Aragorn started. "But I usually go lifting."

"Well, let's put it this way," Legolas began, "if you want to continue lifting later on, you need my help now."

"Fine, I've got a study hall before lunch," he answered.

"Great. Meet me in the library, I've got a study hall then too," Legolas said, gathering his books and setting them in his lap. "Oh, and next time, don't forget your book."

The bell rang and both Legolas and Aragorn stood up. Once again, Aragorn pushed Legolas out of his way and once again, Legolas lost his balance. This time, however, he fell back and his books went flying.

He could feel his cheeks burn with embarrassment, the classes laughter ringing in his ears. He had a lot of books but no one had stopped to help him pick them up. His shoulders slumped as he began picking up his scattered books. I hate this school, he though glumly, wiping away a stray tear on his cheek. Why does he see fit to walk all over me? I never did anything to him.

Walking out into the hall, books clutched protectively to his thin chest, Legolas walked to History alone.

A/N: So? Didja like it? Let me know, I like feedback. And don't worry, it gets worse for leggy before it gets better.