Somewhere I Belong

Rated: M

Summary: The joys of high school through the eyes of an introvert attention-seeker with unique hair. Fun fun.

5:01 a.m.

'Unbreak my heart,
Say you'll love me again...'

Singing.

Did I hear that right? Someone is singing in the bathroom. On the first day of public school for the first time in my entire life and some asshole had somehow locked himself in the shower delighting in the fundamental joys of singing.

How inconsiderate.

"Goddammit, open up!"

I proceeded to pick the lock with my toothbrush before a wet Boris emerged wearing a benign beach towel around his waist which unfortuantely revealed too much information. Seeing me on my knees and suspended in such a lowly manner gave him the undaunted opportunity to smirk.

"Well, little boy, I suppose you're all worked up and eager to meet your new peers," The first person on my 'To Kill' list stated amusingly. I glared at him.

Somehow that aftershave he was wearing failed to make him smell enticing.

Homeroom.

"We have a new student today,"

The woman wearing an eye-scarring wig a.k.a. my 'teacher' You will call her that or it's back to the snakeskin belt again, Tala my boy/ said, putting a pair of perfectly manicured hands on my shoulders. Anxiety, anxiety. I stared at curious faces. Okay, fine, not curious exactly. More like 'oh-look-another-new-one-and-this-one's-got-funny-hair-let's-torture-him-yes-that's-what-we'll-do-if-we-actually-give-a-damn' faces. /But I don't care what they think, right/

"Let's put you over here.. ."

Right, lady. Beside the guy that wears the green spandex shirt and who probably looks at pronography every night. My, my, aren't you just the ideal teacher? Do you watch Dr.Phil on Friday evenings, too? Oh, and perhaps you're also one of those botox users. Trying to make a good impression on the poor, lonely, new Russian kid who's just so desperate to make friends? Why, of course, 'teacher'-who-don't-even-have-the-intellect-to-tell-me-her-frickin'-name, that's what you want, right? Me to start sucking up to you? Well I've got some other infor--

"You're hot."

Ah-hem.

O...kay.

No, this is really scary, you see. I mean, if it was only from the opposite gender, I could have just ignored it. I mean, I did it before. Ignoring. But to have it come from a guy.. . needless to say I was far from my comfort zone. Did I have to look at him? Do I really need to? Is it common in public schools to look at the homosexual who had just revealed that you were the object of his fantasies every night /What's that, Tala? Feeling scared? Aw, don't worry, little boy, I'm here for you/ This guy, whatever his name may be /Probably Stacey/ is definately on my 'To Kill' list. No, it's not that I hate people of that particular composition, but he has successfully succeeded in making me feel scared. Yeah, that's right. Whoever I'm intimidated of, I try to kill. It's an all-win situation. Right? /Insecurities will make you Weak, little boy. Do you really want to be like Him/

Five more minutes to go.

The Stacey guy is breathing on my neck. Must shift away. Slowly. Don't set off any indications of rejection. That's right. Slowly. Shit, they're staring at me again. Goth girls giving me weird looks. What now, have I got a paler face than you? Damn, this class is loud. Seriously, did you all get stimulated last night or something? Four minutes left. Yay. Fuck. First period on schedule.Gym. And it's CO-ED. Got only got three hours sleep last night /Bryan, step away from the Dance Dance Revolution mat.. ./ Sad. Two minutes more. Okay the guy is definately coming on to me. Please, lady. Please, Mrs. Botox-using-Dr.Phil-watching-divorced-single-mother-who-has-no-name, please give me back my dignity and move me to another seat. Maybe someplace preferrable? Like beside the Asian loner at the corner or something. Crap. Sluts. Right behind him. Whores wearing clothes made especially for the likes of prostitutes. Black boots with MINI-mini skirts and ugly dyed red hair. What a seriously bad choice of hair color. I mean, if you're gonna look screwed up anyways, at least go down with something non-gay an - Wait. I have red hair. Fuck.. .

Bell rang.

And it's off to gym class.. .

/Tala, you're not afraid of the changing room, are you.. ./