…Jewish.

Well if that's how they wanted to play this, than that could be arranged, Link thought as he stood and walked over to were all of his 'friends' were sitting.

"Hey guys, how's it going?" Link asked with a tone of indifference he didn't feel.

They all just stared back at him with shocked looks on their faces, obviously not expecting this confrontation. Well Link wasn't going down that easily, or without a fight.

"Um, Link what are you doing over here?" One of the more amicable girls asked quietly.

"Why can't I come sit with my friends," Link asked with an innocent look on his face.

"Why would we ever be friends with someone like you?" Amber shot nastily at him, developing her mother's talent for backstabbing rather easily.

"Like me, what ever do you mean?" Link asked forcing the group to admit what was keeping them from him.

"You know exactly what I mean Link," Amber said with a voice like ice.

"Sweetie, of course I do, but unfortunately you're going to have to be a little more specific than that, after all it could be the fact that I'm not Anglo, or perhaps you've figured out that I never even liked you anyways," Link was starting to rant and getting very angry at those hypocrites, so he just decided to screw it he had never even liked these people, and he could say what ever the hell he wanted to now, "maybe it was the fact that I called the cops on you guys when you were terrorizing Mrs. Stevenson, or maybe its just the fact that I'm much more likely to jump Brads bones than any of you girls',"

After Link had yelled that last sentence the entire room got quite, and he whipped around and stalked off to his seat. He sat there truly doodling and smiling a little to himself. It felt really good to do that, although he didn't want Brad to think that he like him or anything because frankly Brad just…had no soul. Slowly he looked up a realized that everyone was staring at him, and this would just not do.

"I'm not going to murder and rape you, so you can just calm down," Link said still smiling and went back to staring at his desk just thinking. Only this time it was about himself, he thought about what he had just said and how he wasn't even 100 percent sure that it pertained to him, yet was 100 percent sure that it felt amazing to say. So maybe he did like guys because frankly James Dean was hot, even if he had died 8 years ago, and from the rumors he had heard the guy sounded like him.

Link sat there like that thinking for a long time until the bell rang and he went straight up to the teachers desk, waiting until all the other students had filed out the door, he tapped the teachers foot hoping to wake him softly, luckily he was rewarded and the teacher jumped to attention,

"Fire?" He mumbled softly before looking up to see Link standing above him and smiling, "Well what can I do for you Mr. Larkin?"

"You can give me a detention slip," Link said looking directly into the teachers and speaking with a conviction he didn't really feel.

"What?" The teacher asked confused, "Why do you want to go to detention?"

"I'm guessing you were asleep the whole time then?" Link asked then as the teacher nodded continued. "Stupid bimbos, me yelling, and I'm Jewish, a liar, and gay, just gives me the slip will you?"

"Oh," The teacher simply nodded and wrote him a detention slip that ironically said insubordination and handed it to Link.

Link was surprised at the teacher's cooperation, he expected a disgusted look and a trip down to the nurse's office or something equally stupid, but this one was cool and just handed the note over like it was the time of day. Link wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth so he quickly took the slip and walked out muttering thanks as he went. Slowly he walked down the hall happy to hear the low buzz as he walked knowing that it was all for him, and not in a good way. It felt strangely good to have all these people that he used to pretend to care about whispering about him openly in the hall. The fact that it would probably be around that he was with four guys in a bathroom stall somewhere by lunch didn't bother him but only made him smile the more.

So when he was around the corner, his smile got even bigger when he saw that two girls, one very voluptuous and one very shy were lurking by his locker.

"Hello," He said sweetly surprising the girls at the direct address, he noticed them before; they were one of the few that seemed to have a genuine heart.

"Hi," The larger one said poking the other in the ribs. "My name is Tracey, and this is Penny, we just wanted to say that we don't believe any of it,"

"Any of what?" Link asked still sweet from there loyalty to someone who wasn't even there friend.

"Well the rumors," The other, Penny whispered.

"Well why don't you two tell me what you heard and I'll tell you what's true and what's not okay?" Link asked stuffing the books that he would most definitely not need into his locker.

"Well we heard that you were Jewish, a fink, liar, gay, and that you wear garden hoses around the house," Tracey repeated like it was a known fact.

"Yes, yes, yes, yes, and what the hell I'm not even sure how you would accomplish that last one much less why anyone would want to," Link said laughing at the things people could come up with.

"So, you're gay?" Penny asked in a whisper,

"Yeah, and you can say it louder hunnie it ain't going to kill you, you know," Link laughed touching the girls chin making her smile as he walked off hoping that he hadn't scared the two, too much after all they seemed rather nice.

Link kept walking turning yet another corner and walked straight into the detention room.