Hello! Wow… I'm in the RENT section of wow. Well, lets get this disclaimer over with!
Disclaimer: I do not own RENT. If I did… I wouldn't be writing this story… cuz it's mine. Besides, can't steal from the Ghost of Jonathon Larson. He'd never leave you alone. Yeah….
Chapter 1:
"Okay, this is what happened… I was on my way to school this morning when an UFO abducted me and my bike. After they realized I have some sort of magical powers, they asked me to save their doomed home planet from invaders that were killing their men and taking their women and children. Afterwards they brought me back to earth and placed me on the roof of the school just as the tardy bell rung to go to class. And in my honor the aliens dropped the invaders' blue blood all over the building. They kept my bike so that they will always remember me for years to come."
"Thomas Collins that is the biggest lie I've ever heard roll off your tongue!" The principal slams her hands on the desk in frustration. "Now give me the real reason why you're late to school, the school is covered in blue paint, and you're practically covered in spots of blue paint." She sat back down in her seat, bracing herself for the far-out response.
"Um…. I slept in because I was up all night pouring blue paint all over the school and the paint is permanent so it didn't come off all the way…" the teenage boy admits. Tom receives a smack on the head with a pile of rolled up papers by the principal. "Ow…" Tom whines as he rubs his head.
"Tom, why do you do this me?" the woman questions as she gazes out her window. Well, as much as she could see due to the dry blue paint that covered 87 of her scenery. "Just because I'm your cousin doesn't mean you can take advantage of my authority. What would Aunt Jané think?"
"Don't bring Mom up. I hate the 'What Would Your Mother Think' talk." Tom grumbles as he leans back in his chair. "Besides, the only reason I get in trouble is just to see your smiling face a couple of times a week."
"Nice try." She whacks him with the papers again. "You'll be staying after school everyday until the school you vandalized is repainted back to its original color."
"By myself, 'Tasha!" Tom exclaims.
"Unfortunately no," she gave her little cousin a devious smirk as she press a button on her intercom, "send them in."
Aw hell, she caught them…he thought as he covers his face with his favorite beanie. He peaks out of the corner of the hate and saw his friends, Mark Cohen and Roger Davis, sit down in seats next to him.
"Care to explain Mr. Cohen? Mr. Davis?" She rests her head on the back of her hands, waiting for one of the blondes to respond.
"Okay, this is what happened…" Roger decided to speak up. "We were on our way to school this morning on our bikes when an UFO abducted-"
SMACK!
"DO YOU MORONS SHARE THE SAME BRAIN OR SOMETHING!" She shrieks as the rolled-up paper made contact to both Roger and Mark's head.
"We might do, Mrs. Blake," Mark answers, which gives him another whack on the head.
"Hey, you used the same excuse, Collins?" Roger looks over to his friend. "It took me all morning to think of that in case of something like this…"
"Really? I was just making it up as I go," Tom chuckles. "What a pure coincidence!"
"Just for your stupid stories, you guys will be painting on Saturdays as well on both school buildings until they're finished. Until then, be sure to bring extra lunches and old clothes because you guys will be painting for a good while. Your punishments will start tomorrow. You're dismissed, have a nice day." Mrs. Blake says as she sits back down in her chair and began reading the crumbled papers she used to whack the boys.
"Both schools! We only destroyed one!" Roger protested. True, it was going to take a while just to repaint just one of the buildings. Both of the buildings were old, but they are huge. They're three stories high and each are about half an acre wide so that it could hold the 3,000+ students that is enrolled in Booker T. Washington High School.
"It wouldn't look so nice if one school got a pain job and the other one didn't, now would it?" She smirks and she shoos the boys out of her office. As the three exits the three are greeted by their other friend, Benjamin Coffin III.
"So, how'd it go?" he asks.
"We have to paint both buildings everyday until it's done," Mark answers as the four of them starts on their way to class. Benny just laughs.
"Told you guys not to do it," Benny lectures. "One day your cousin's not going to be bail you out of your stupid pranks and stunts, Collins."
"You're the one who hold me to use the blue paint!" Collins accuse putting his beanie back on his head.
"I was being sarcastic," he defends.
"Well your 'sarcasm' got us working for the next three months," Roger poked the bald teen's chest roughly.
"Don't put all this on me, Davis!" The two begins shoving each other into the walls and lockers. Then Collins, being the strong quarterback he was, gets the two in headlocks.
"AMAZING GRACE HOW SWEET THE SOUND!" Collins sings as loud and out-of-tune as humanly possible hold the two boys against their wills. "THAT SAVE THE RICH LIKE MEEEEEEEE!" Knowing neither could get of their friend's impracticable grip, they give up with the struggling. "Cool it peoples and go to class. Kay?" The two mumble in some form or fashion of an 'Okay' and Collins releases them. The two give each other a glare before they all separate their ways, Roger going to Algebra, Mark and Collins to History, and Benny to Business Tech.
"You think they'll ever get along again?" Mark asks Collins.
"After that April incident, I doubt it. I'm surprise they still come of 20 feet with each other," Collins replies jokingly. As Mark shook his head and stared at the tiled floor, someone ran into him and the person dropped everything he was holding.
"I'm soo sorry!" the boy apologizes panicky as he picks up all of his papers and books. Mark and Collins helps him pick the objects up and hands it to him. "Thanks." He glances over at Collins and quickly turns away. "You… um… wouldn't happen to know where the office is would you?"
"Hang a right to the next hall and the office is to your left,' Collins directed.
"Thank you," he says meekly as he heads towards that direction. The two kept going to their class when Mark noticed that Collins wasn't in his high spirits anymore.
"What's bothering you all of a sudden?"
"If you didn't know me, you think I would be a bully or something?" Collins asks out of the blue, leaving his blonde friend dumbfounded.
"What makes you think about something like that?"
"That kid didn't even look at me, like he was scared or something." True, Tom Collins is not the type of person to hurt a living creature unless necessary, but with his reputation of being the star quarterback captain, Major in JROTC, one of the biggest troublemakers the school has ever had, and one of the brightest students in history, anyone who doesn't know him would think of him as jock and a bully. The female population has been trying their hardest to get him to be theirs, but unbeknownst to everyone but his friends, grandmother, parents, and cousin, he was gay.
"Collins, you're a 6'1" all-American football star. You run the JROTC like you're Hitler and you're the future valedictorian. Honestly, if I didn't know you I'd kind of be afraid of you myself," Mark answers truthfully.
"That's why I love ya so much!" Collins perks up again and puts Mark in a friendly headlock. The two finally made it back to their history class and they sat back into their assigned seats.
Lunch rolls around and the gang met back at their regular lunch table.
"I'm gonna go get something at the vending machine!" an enthusiastic brown-hair girl announces as she rises from her spot on the bench. "Anyone need anything?"
"Yeah Maureen, can you get me a Dr. Pepper?" Collins asks as he hands her his money.
"No problem!" Maureen rushes out of the cafeteria. Mere moments later she returns with drinks and junk food in hand. "BACK! What's my time?"
"Your time….?" Benny asks questioningly.
"No one was timing you you dork," Roger answers.
"Some friends you guys turned out to be!" Maureen drops all the snacks onto the table and falls to her seat as dramatically as humanly possible. "How am I suppose to get on the track team if no one bothers to time me?"
"Because they kicked you off the track team for the past two years and they banned you permanently for tripping up the runners to win," Roger answers once more. Collins chuckles as he watch his friend continue to bicker with Mark trying to stop it. He looks beyond them and notices the boy from earlier was surrounded by guys on the football team. He couldn't hear what they was saying to him, but when he saw his teammate, Jacob Riley, knock over the boy's tray, to Collins that was the last straw.
"Collins, where are you going?" Benny notices his friend get up and leave. He witnesses his best friend's first random act of violence when Collins shoves Jacob into another football player.
"What the hell, Tom?" Jacob says defensively.
"Some welcome party you dumbasses turned out to be," Collins growls.
"Have you seen this guy, Tom?" another teammate Daniel Banks spoke up. "He's a frickin' queer. We got to show people like him who runs shit here."
"Bullshit is what you run. Come on, you can sit with us." Collins gives Jacob and his team the evil eye as he steers the boy towards his table.
"You didn't have to help back there…" the boy says quietly.
"I can't stand them sometimes. Besides, it'll give me a good excuse to give them extra exercises at Friday's practice," Collins replies smirking evilly while the boy gives him the 'What-I-Get-Myself-Into' look. "What's your name anyways?"
"I'm Angelo. Angelo Schunard."
"Well Angelo, you can hang out with me and my friends if you want." Angelo replies with a small nod and the two went back to the table. Collins introduced Angelo to the group and Maureen and Angelo hit it off right away. The rest of the lunch period, the group got to know the new member and Angelo got to know the group.
Well… that finishes this chapter o.o I hope you guys likey. Review and tell me how you like it!