I should warn you now, there is a HUGE amount of slash in this so if you don't like slash, don't read this. Also, I wrote this in a funky order: beginning, middle one, end, and then middle two, so if it doesn't flow, that's why. Other than that, enjoy :-D

Chapter One

"Miss Emelia, your records are atrocious," a man muttered, glancing over a cream folding, so full there were two rubber bands around it, "Skipping class, countless fights, flunking out of elementary school-."

"I've heard this all before Mr.-."

"Don't," he slammed a ruler on the desk, "interrupt me." Emelia rolled her eyes. "Don't-."

"Drop the tough guy act, I'm here aren't I?"

"In a school for troubled boys," the man growled, knocking over his name in his flailing fit. Emelia bent down and picked it up, placing it on the desk.

"Finished?" she asked with a perfected angelic smile plastered on her face, "I have another appointment to get to."

"Well-."

"Good, I'll see you around school and I'll go to the dorm admin. Have a nice day," she made her way to the door but before closing it, she added, "Dumbass."

"You little," 'click,' the door shut and Emelia grinned. She walked out the building and as she left the gates, the bell sounded. Not being able to help herself, she stole a glance behind her. Boys were everywhere and some were . . . making out?!

"Weird school," she muttered, turning away, almost walking into someone, "Watch it."

"You watch it," the boy growled, shoving past her. She was about to go after him but someone grabbed her arm before wrapping their arms around her waist.

"Hey," a voice murmured against her skin.

"Rex," she whined, turning around, but she draping her arms around the boy's neck, "I was gonna-."

"You just got here," he laughed, tilting his head.

"All the more reason to prove my point."

"When're you gonna stop this?" he sighed, still close to her.

"When you get a boyfriend," she whispered, used to the game they were playing.

"Amy-."

"Rex, c'mon, we can't do this forever. I know you're scared and shit, but I want you happy."

"I am-."

"Rex, don't try to convince yourself. It's not worth it, trust me."

"Let's go," he sighed after a while, pulling on her hand, "We're gonna be late."

"Do we have to?" she whined.

"Yeah," he laughed, pulling harder.

"Fine," she mumbled, following him to a black Harley Davidson with green flames.

"Wanna drive?" he grinned.

"Psha," she laughed, taking her helmet. Quickly, strapping it on, she mounted the large bike and waited for Rex to get on. When he did, she let the engine roar before speeding down the road. "I love your bike."

"I noticed," he smiled, getting off and helping her off too. He pulled her close and kissed her.

"You don't have to do that Rex," she muttered, pulling away.

"Amy, I'm your boyfriend."

" 'Boyfriend'," she corrected with air quotes.

"Amy," he started but she shook her head, kissing him on the cheek.

"We don't feel that way about each other," she smiled, "I don't feel that way about anyone." He gave her a sad look but she shook head again.

"Were did I get such a good friend?" he asked, hugging her.

"Cause we're both messed up mother-."

"Amy, Rex, you're late," a voice yelled, "Hurry up."

"We better go," Rex laughed.

"Master Krastam sounds pretty pissed," she nodded in agreement, "Aw fuck, he found out/"

"Emelia Christina-Rose Luxmarc, you're at a school for troubled children?" Master Edward Krastam scolded the girl before him.

"Boys specifically," she mumbled, hearing Rex snicker and as Master Krastam turned, she smacked him, "Shut up."

"Amy," Master Krastam sighed, "Why do you do this? I know it's on purpose, I've seen you in the process, but I don't understand it."

"I don't always do it on purpose," she muttered.

"Why do you do it?" but she couldn't explain it. He really wouldn't understand. Rex didn't even understand. She felt empty and she hated it. She was trying to feel something when she did what she did. "Alright Amy?"

"Yeah," she answered automatically but both Rex and her knew she hadn't heard.

"Go get changed," Master Krastam sighed before closing the office door. She went into a changing room.

"You are so bad."

"And you are so gay." He glared at the door, folding his arms as he leant against the wall.

"Are you okay?" he asked as she came back out.

"What?" her head snapped up, "Yeah, I'm fine. When will the kids be here?" As soon as she finished, the door opened and she was pummeled to the floor. "Oi!"

"Hi Amy," the group chorused.

"Get in line ya rascals," she grinned, ruffling a few heads.

"Yes ma'am," they all yelled and she gave Rex a smile.

"I can't believe you're a third degree."

"I'm committed," she shrugged, "You're a third embroidered. You're getting your fourth soon!"

"You're getting your embroidered soon too," he laughed. She stuck out her tongue but turned her attention to the row of kids waiting for her.

"Next class line up."

"Yes ma'am."