NOTES: Hi guys! Sorry for updating so late! But now, when I know some of you want me to continue, I'm gonna try to update more often! :) Here's the second chapter.

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Adam's POV

'Adam! Wake up! You're gonna be late! I said WAKE UP!' Something pulled my arm yelling to my ear. I groaned unpleased and covered my head with pillow. But… there was no pillow. I was lying on bare bed without bedding. Exhausted Neil was struggling my asleep body. What the fuck is he doing? Where am I actually? Anyway… this bed is really comfy. It must be new… New. New? New! Burbanc! SCHOOL!

I fell off the bed and run into the bathroom when I heard Neil's laugh. I look at him confused. 'What? Thanks, that you woke me up but now, get the fuck out, I have to dress up, otherwise I'll be late to school!'

'Oh, calm down. You would be late, but I woke you up and now you have plenty of time to get ready. Of course, mom would wake you up later, but then you wouldn't have enough time to do your makeup, and we all know that in new school you want to be known as a diva.' He said sarcastically and started to giggle.

'Oh, you think you're so smart? Yeah? You better go downstairs and make me breakfast.' I said smiling.

He poked tongue at me and went downstairs.

'Thank you!' I yelled with a smile.

In the bathroom I took a shower and then went back into my room wearing big, fluffy, pink robe. I took black skinny jeans, black Converse, graphitic T-shirt and black leather jacket from my suitcase. Found box with my makeup stuff and put black eyeliner on. I dressed up and dried my black hair. It looked like rat's nest now… I took my hair straightener and started magic. A little bit of hair spray now and… I can go to school.

I grabbed my bag and threw some important stuff into it. iPhone, wallet, notebook, some pens and my application to school. I went downstairs, to the kitchen. There was a box of cereals, carton of milk and some bowls with spoons on the table. I sit down opposite already-eating Neil and strewed some cereals into the bowl.

'I gotta go to work, boys. Neil, please, don't leave your classes on your first day, ok? Adam, you know what you have to do in secretary, right?'

'Yes, mom. Now please, don't worry. Good luck!'

She smiled and kissed the top of my head. She pet Neil's hair and left. Couple of minutes later he also left. I put my bowl into the sink and took a bottle of mineral water from a cupboard. I took another look in the mirror, took a deep breath and left the house.

It was easy to get to school. It was a big, white building with a huge stairs and some trees on both sides of it. There was also a parking area here. I could leave a car here… If I had a car. I have my driver's license for a year now, since I was 16, but I haven't got enough money to buy a car.

I went upstairs to the main entrance. Everything looked like in a normal school. Rows of lockers, some groups of people talking on the hallway, giggling girls and broad-shouldered guys in team sweatshirts. When some girl punched me on the shoulder accidentally I realized it's time to move and find the secretary's office. I got closer to some skinny girl who was reading a book leaning her back on the wall near one of the classrooms. 'Hay, I'm new here. I'm looking for the secretary's office.' I smiled nicely. 'I bet you are.' She mumbled not even looking at me. I was a little bit shocked. Okaayyy…. 'Listen, could you just show me where the hell is this secretary's office? It's not that hard to do, ya know.' The girl sighed loudly, definitely annoyed, and closed her book finally looking at me. Her eyes went wide immediately. 'L-left flank… Last d-door on the right…' She said, her eyes still wide open. 'Thank you.' I said kindly, turned on my heel and went directly when I expected to find the secretary's office.

Yes, I know some people think I'm Emo. But it's just not true. And who give the fuck about what the others say or think, right? If someone is smart and kind enough to actually get to know me they quickly find out I'm definitely not Emo. But it's hard to be surprised at some people's reaction. A teenage gay guy with raven-black bangs who's wearing eyeliner and black nail polish… Let's say not everyone is used to this.

The last door on the right. Here we are. White-painted plywood door with 'secretary's office' sign on it. It wasn't that hard.

I pushed the door and stepped inside. There was quite cold in the room. Behind the counter there was an old women sitting with shock painted on her face. She was talking with someone on the phone, nervous. She was looking at the boy standing in front of her. She looked really terrified. I glanced at the kid. It was a short, blond guy with his fringe flopping on his pale face. His beautiful, chocolate eyes framed with black eyeliner. He was small, he looked like a human version of an elf. He had black creepers on, black skinnies, some metal band T-shirt and a leather jacket in the same color as the rest of his clothes. The guy looked like he didn't care about the thing that terrified the poor women so much. I glanced at him again trying to find out what's the problem. Oh! Yeah, that was actually pretty obvious. One of the sleeves of his jacket was rolled up over his elbow showing a deep cut soaking with blood. I felt dizzy and blinked a few times. The blond suddenly turned towards me and glanced directly at me. Warmth run through my body, pleasurable shiver rolled down my spine. My cheeks turned red, the gaze of chocolate eyes divested me of the ability to move. I was shocked. In front of me there was the most beautiful, the cutest and the prettiest guy I've seen in my life. And he was looking at me. But I wasn't able to speak sensibly at the moment.

'Mr. Ratliff, please, sit down. The nurse should be here in a minute. She'll take care of you.' Women's nervous voice woke me up a bit. 'And you, son? What are you looking for?' I shook my head to get myself back to reality, trying to focus. I looked at the old women and stepped towards the counter. The blond sat at one of the plastic chairs and focused on rolling one of his sleeves carefully.

'Ehm…' Oh, yeah, great. Great answer, Adam. 'I'm new here. I came to sign up for school.' I managed to say. 'What's your name, son?' 'Adam. Adam Lambert.' 'Ok… Have you got your application?' I gave her some papers and she started to browse some other ones that were on her desk. 'Here's your timetable. It starts at 8.30am and ends at 2.30pm. That's the list of some other classes you might want to sign up for. I would also give you a map of the school but I can't find it anywhere. You start tomorrow. Now you have time to find out where the classrooms are. If you wait a couple of minutes Mr. Ratliff would show you our school. Am I right, Mr. Ratliff?' She turned her head to the blond who was still sitting on a chair. 'Yeah, no problem.' He smiled a little. My heart pounded faster. I gasped. For God's sake, Adam, calm down! 'Ermh… Yeah… T-that would be g-great.' I stuttered out and sat on the chair next to him. I dared to look at him. He was smiling nicely. My heart was almost smashing my ribcage. 'Tommy Joe Ratliff. You can call me Tommy.' 'Adam Lambert.' I shook his hand. Left one. Right one was still hurt. But I knew he was right-handed. He smiled again. This time, wider. Oh God. If he keeps doing that I'm gonna be the one who will need the nurse.

I let my hands rest on my lap. I glanced once again on blond's hurt hand. I looked at his palms. Slim, with long fingers. Guitarist's fingers for sure. Short nails. Painted black.

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