AN: So this story originally started as a drabble in my collection of whouffle drabbles, but then I just started to get LOTS of ideas and it just wrote itself, so I decided to make it a seperate story since it wasn't much of a drabble anymore. It contains some mentionas of Debbie (she's from this soap that Jenna played in in 2005-2009 and I shipped Jebbie with my whole heart), but I don't think she'll show up, so I won't bother to make it a crossover. But since Debbie is mentioned let's just say that all the super feelsy stuff in 2008-2009 DIDN'T HAPPEN! Okay good.

Spoilers from Thor: the Dark World

Trigger Warning: Self Harm

OK... ENJOY

Coal Hill School. John Smith throught his school worthy of admiration. It was neat and the teachers were nice, not too nice. John hated that kind of teaher. The ones who thought they were doing a good job by letting the students do nothing. He liked fun just like any other 16 year old, but he also wanted a future. Just that. But they were still nice and also well educated. He would've loved everything about this school if it wasn't for the fact that his two best friends, Amy and Rory had died in a car crash in May, leaving him without friends. His girlfriend, River, had moved out of town and was now with a guy he didn't want to know the name of. Probably some name that just screamed «douche».

His friends had been the only ones that had gotten him through it. His forster parents, who he had fights with way too often, and the part where he was somehow looked at as the easy target of the school. He just didn't fit in. John was just like an alien to them. And the things that are strange and different from what peolpe are used to, must be beaten down at all costs. At least it felt like it was that way.

First day of school. Those four words was supposed to mean a new start, but John knew that nothing new would happen. The only thing that would happen, was endless tourment. He couldn't tell the teachers, no! What are you thinking? They'll only find out who it was that told, and that would make them angry. That would make them very angry. John straighted his bowtie, one of the many reason he was laughed at, but he loved it too much to let it go, and walked towards the doors.

Mrs Kovarian, the new science teacher whom he already despised, was saying something with her head turned to the blackboard. He didn't hear what. It had turned into a buzz he just didn't wan't to hear. Science used to be his favorite subject. The best thing in the world. That was, until Amy died in that bloody accident. It had been so fun to have her by his side. How they always talked during the experiments and whispered during the lecture but still, somehow, always got in every single word of what the teacher said and neither of them had understood how. And she was just so easy to talk to. Just having Amy or Rory nearby made him immediately stonger and more confident. He had been happy.

He heard laughter behind him and turned around to see what it was, apparently it was the sports gang, who else did he expect? It was typical them. They were strong, popular, adored by everyone, somehow always had good grades, though they did no school work (they probably cheated). Once his big, sad green eyes found them in the left end of the classroom, their laughter quieted but they still sometimes scuffed eachothers shoulders and laughter followed and John knew it was in his direction.

John just rolled his eyes. They weren't even two minutes into the class and they had already started! Wait, two minutes? How was that possible? He could have sworn it had gone half an hour. "John, are you going to answer my question or not?" Mrs Kovarian asked. Had she asked a question? When did that happen. "Okay, John, think, whay did she ask you?" He asked himself. John didn't have a clue, but he had to answer something. A quick look at the blackboard told him that the subject was electicity. He wasn't too good in theory. Better at doing something and hoping for the best. But he had to answer so he opened his mouth to say something random out of what he got from the blackboard. John was prepared for complete humiliation and yet another thing to add to the pile of reasons to hate himself. Though, he wasn't saved by the bell, he was certainly saved. Just then there was a knock at the door and the principal came in, followed by a rather short brunette girl.

Apparently, her name was Clara Oswald, she was new at the school and she was going to be his new lab partner. It was strange having someone sitting by his side. Having someone sit at Amy's spot. It made him want to curl up in a ball and cry at first, but she was rather pleasant company. A bit shy, but it was her first day.

They acctually talked quite a lot. During the experiment, she told about her mum, who had died of cancer a few years ago, and he told about Amy and Rory. It felt relieving to acctually tell someone. He had gone to therapy for a month after the accident, but it wasn't really the same, he felt. He told about the best spots outside when it was sunny and the brilliant books in the library. John wanted to warn her about all the horrible people at the school, but it was just then the bell rang and she hopped of the chair, waved and gave him a quick "See ya", before she walked out of the door.

John was sat in his little blue room with the razor in his hand. His tears fell on his arm and mixed with the blood. His forster parents were out as usual and he was left alone. There was no Amy or Rory or River. Just him. All alone. His was strarting to get dizzy when he realised that he should stop for tooday. The last thing he wanted was passing out and his foster parents finding him like this, so he hid the razor inside one of his many books and covered his arms up. Just in time too, just when his arms were covered up, he heard a car pull up in the driveway and two doors opening and closing.

Wednesday. That ment sience in third period and John wasn't certain if he looked forward to it or not. Clara seemed like a really nice girl, but she probably didn't care one bit about him. Nobody else seemed to, so why should she?

"So, how do you like it here so far?" He asked her whilst trying to take notes of Mrs Kovarian's sloppy writing at the blackboard. "It's alright. People have been nice so far, but I still kind of miss Emmerdale. Especially my girlfriend, Debbie." "Why did you move from her?" He asked. "Well, there was a series of events and my uncle, his wife and my dad thought she had a bad influence on me." She said with a snort. "What about you? Have you got a girlfriend?" She asked curiously. He realised she was detirmened to not be the only one who spilled the beans. "Nah. She moved shortly after the accident I told you about and was always busy. Never bothered to call, not even send a text and then next thing I knew she was with someone else and here I am." He answered.

Clara must've realised that his past was a very sensetive subject to him and switched to talking about more nice things. Like their favorite books and bands and those kinds of things. They both realised they were fans of Bastille, Mumford and Sons, Imagine Dragons and of course who doesn't love listening to Arctic Monkeys. "Hey, um, the second Thor movie is going on the cinemas this Saturday and I've got no one to go with, do fancy joining me?" She asked and raised a long brown, perfectly plucked eyebrow in question "As friends, of course", she quickly added. "No, no, no, no, no!" He told himself, "A stupid idea. You'll just make a fool of yourself and she'll laugh at you and never talk to you again!" but instead of coming with an excuse for not going he answered, "Yeah, sure, I don't have anything better to do." "Great!" She said with a smile.

The bell rang and both John and Clara jumped by the fact of how quickly time had gone. "I swear I'm a time traveler." He said "Well then I'm your companion!" Clara replied. "See you on Saturday?" She asked "Sure thing!" John answered. She then grabbed her books and strolled of and John headed towards the gym. Great. He was probably going to fall a hundred billion times. His athletic skills had earned him the nickname "drunk giraffe".

"I'm going out on Saturday", John told his "mum" whilst helping her cook the dinner. Her long ash blond hair was put in a ponytail. "You? That's great, John, you haven't been out for about three months!" She said exitingly. Sometimes he wondered if she faked caring for him. She wasn't his real mother after all. There were so many people who had been adopted and lived nicely. Who looked at their new parents as actual family, but sadly, John just couldn't. He didn't hate them or anything. They were both nice people, but he hated the fact that they took his real parents place. Why did he lose everyone he cared about?

"What are you planning on doing?" His "dad" asked. Not looking up from the paper. "Just the movies with a friend." John answered plainly. "A friend?" His dad asked. "Do I know this friend?" "Probably not. She just moved here from this village in the Dales called Emmerdale." When both stared at him with raised eyebrow he quickly added "She's got a girlfriend." And they returned to what they had been doing.

"Right, ready?" He asked as they got of his deep blue moped. "Very ready for Thor kicking ass and especially more of Darcy." "She's awesome", John agreed. "And can't wait for more of Loki, the poor thing, I just can't see him as a villain." Clara said as they walked through the doors.

"I nearly screamed at the end." Clara said as they got on the moped, her hands wrapped tightly around him. "Same here. I almost stood up and noped my way out of there and then I realised that it was the final scene..." Clara released a small giggle which got mixed with the sound of his beloved moped.

For the first time since May he acctually felt happy. He had a friend.