A/N ok, so I know that this is my first Brick fic, and I don't know all of the slang, so I have used some that me and my friends created, I know, it's not too good, but read it anyway! I'll footnote phrases and re-word them at the bottom.

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----Introduction----

It was almost a year after the loss of Emily. Brendan was still not quite over his experience. He missed her, and he was unsure of whether he is over all of what happened or not.

----Story----

Brendan walked to school, and sighed. I guess I'm going today, he thought as he looked at the whitewash building looming in front of him. Since the incident last year, he had only been school about three quarters of the time, it didn't really seem important anymore, he knew where he was going to college, as he had already been accepted, and he knew what he wanted to be in life, and that he wanted to get away from California. Raising his eyebrows and shrugging his shoulders, he stepped inside the school. Walking coolly and leisurely, he made his way to Advanced Senior English. What a joke, if I wanted to skim Hamlet for the second time, I'd join a book club, Brendan hated that class, but he went anyway, Brain was in it with him.

"Mr. Frye, you're late, again."

"Sorry Mrs. Klein, won't happen again," muttered Brendan. He spoke quietly, but clearly so everyone heard him.

"You said that last time you came to class, which was two days ago, were you sick?" Mrs. Klein smiled, she knew he hadn't been sick, but she knew he'd have his homework, even the stuff assigned from the day he's missed.

"Yes ma'am, real sick," Brendan allowed the small possibility of a smile to cross his face, but only for a second.

"Alright then, class, pop quiz over last nights reading," Mrs. Klein went around passing out the tests. Brendan took his without complaint, and looked down at the single question on the paper. Compare and contrast Hamlet and his uncle. Great, a lame ass question designed to "test my mind" as if that question could stump. Brendan groaned a little, and started writing. The time dripped by, and Brendan let out a sigh of relief as the bell's ring echoed through out the classroom. Brain walked up to him, and smiled.

"35th tardy 11th to Mrs. Klein's class, 5th detention and the principal's secretary will ask to see you after lunch."

"Talk any faster and you might confuse someone." Brendan didn't look up at his friend, or question his stats, he was never wrong.

"Someone maybe, but not you, I don't have to worry about that around you. You still brown baggin' behind the portables, or do you ditch for lunch and come back?" No one ever saw Brendan unless he wanted to be seen, including Brain.

"Portables, why? Someone scouting?" Brendan looked up at his friend and squinted as light put a glare in his glasses.

"Yeah, there's been this ace snooping around the last couple of days, I think he may be a rat, but I can't say for sure, not yet. No one seems to have the tech on him yet, but it fiddles me how something like that can stay secret so long." Brain looked a bit angry at the information.

"What, all of two days? You think he's in with Laura?" Brendan knew that Laura had gotten out of there the second he'd told her about turning her in. The thing with her was you could never be sure she'd actually left for good.

"Don't know, I told you, no one has the tech, could be though." Brain shrugged and acted as though it didn't matter.

"Locker number?"

"517."

"Well, there ya go; we have something on him then." Brendan picked up his pack and left the room without another word, Brain knew that was him and walked out behind him.

"Action?"

"Maybe, pick him out next time you see him and I'll decide if I need to note." Brendan continued his nonchalant tone, though he was a little scared there might be trouble again.

"Are you going to get back into the swing of the life we left last year?"

"I dunno, if I go are you with me?"

"Yeah, I'm up to it. Nothing's changed."

"Kay, then work out on getting the tech we need. Could be a kill though, no worrying yet." False alarms were constantly occurring in Brendan's life. He wouldn't have cared except the school called and told his mom that the girl that should have been arrested from the evidence Brendan provided on the drug bust. The police warned that he should keep guard and always tell someone if he thought she was back. I'm not a baby, I can handle myself, Brendan had thought, but he promised, so he did, he told Brain, who would help if necessary.

"Whoa, who's the green hat?" asked Brain, looking to where Brendan had been standing, but he had gone. "Brendan?" sighing, Brain turned back to look for the girl he had just seen walking in to the front office. Huh, she must be knew, I'd better look in to this. Wonder where Brendan clapped to. Brain thought, as he approached the office, waiting for the girl to walk out.

Ok, so this chapter's short cause it's introduction mainly, but now its done. Dictionary underneath. Tech means information, so phrases involving that won't be defined in the next chapter, same goes for ace, which means a bog guy, kill which means a false alarm, scouting, which means looking for someone or something, and rat, which means druggie.

Portables, why? Is someone looking for me?

Yeah, there's been this big guy snooping around, I think he may be a druggie, but I can't say for sure, no one seems to have the information on him yet It confuses me that he's managed to keep that secret.

I don't know, I told you, know one has the information on him yet.

Maybe, show him to me next time you see him and I'll decide if I need to look out for him.

Ok, then work on getting the information we need. It could be a false alarm though.