A/N: Okay, so here we have Chapter Eins. I hope you enjoy.

Warning(s): There are oc's running around in the stories, I hope that doesn't upset you guys too much. But you know what they say: "To each their own.". Also, crude humor and language.

Chapter 1

"Harry," her voice was low and gentle as she tugged at a strand of his black unkempt hair. He stirred in his seep, but refused to open his eyes for the girl. "Harry," her soft voice cooed him again this time she ran her index finger across the bridge of his nose in an attempt to tickle him. There was still no answer "Harry, get your ass up!" She finally declared in her harsh tone. The boy with bright emerald eyes chuckled and gave a sleepy yawn in response.

"Get dressed we are going to be late for school." She ordered him around as she put on a clean white shirt and dark blue jeans that clung to her like a second skin. Skinnys they were called. This wonderful girl was his best friend. She was a self proclaimed 'mutt', her father was white, her mother was black. Her long red hair and wavy and usually did up in a messy bun, or a strict and neat ponytail. The best feature about this girl were her eyes. Her eyes were the most stunning feature. They were gray and looked out of place on her dark heart shaped face. She was about a head shorter than Harry, and had an aristocratic air about her, when she wasn't being vulgar. Slipped her thin arms through the black jelly bracelets, and sighed satisfied.

"I'm ready." she wore eyeliner to make her eyes more intense then they already were.

"Yeah." He wore a horizontal striped blue and light blue sweater with a v-neck, washed out gray jeans and black vans. His hair was brushed but still looked like he had just woken up.

The little town Azora was nice and a lovely place to stay if you lived uptown. Downtown was a whole different story. The cops were called at least fifteen times a day, and on a good day only five. Prostitutes, gambling, and drugs, everything was done out in the open and if you weren't from around there, you would find yourself quicker in a body bag then you could beg for your life. The school were just as bad, Harry discovered when he was twelve and it was his first time in a public school. All eyes were on him, but Marilynn protected him. She received several beat-downs for sticking up for Harry. But soon fate showed its' kind side to the duo. Both of their grades were outstanding and instead of letting them rot in this joke of a school a social worker took interest in them and put them in a very expensive school uptown.

As they finally arrived at their destination he took note that everyone was signing year books. The jocks were in their group, the preps in theirs, and the misfits with their own kind and so on. The school was very divided and it was rare to see cliques talk to one another. Harry was a person that fit in quite well with the geeks, his friend on the other hand could migrate toward almost any group and be somewhere socially accepted. But they both liked hanging out with the misfits the most.

" Hey Harry and Mari." the tall pale boy spoke. His hair was dyed black and red and he wore eyeliner that was smeared underneath his piercing blue eyes. His bottom lip was adorned with three piercing and if you were lucky, you would catch a glimpse of his tongue piercing. His attire was a MSI (Mindless Self Indulgence) t-shirt, colorful bracelets that he wore on his left wrist, red skinnys, and black faded vans that had on one shoe "Fuck" and the other "You" with white out marker written on it.

"What's up Gamble." Marilynn grinned and bumped fists with their friend. Harry gave a shy nod. They headed into the building and sat in their home room.

" I can't believe we are going to be sophomores next year." Harry offered as light conversation. Gamble nodded acknowledging the fact that Harry tried to break the early morning silence. He then began to unload a card deck and his year book on his desk

"You guys need to sign I ain't comin' back next year, since I'm a senior." He said and mixed the card deck.

"Stop lying, you most likely won't graduate." Marilynn snapped.

" Who pissed in your coffee?" The pale boy retorted.

" Life." Marilynn yawned and put her feet on her desk.

Harry chuckled. As he went through the pages he saw that a lot of girls had signed his year book.

"Impressed four-eyes." He gave a smirk to the younger teen. Harry blushed

"Well, yes. Do you actually know all of them?"

The pale boy counted on his fingers, "Only like sixty-five of the girls in there I know by name." He wiggled his eye brows suggestively.

" Oh pah-lease. You haven't even fucked a girl, yet alone do you know what a vagina looks like." Marilynn scoffed.

" Well I know they aren't supposed to be loose, like yours." He countered.

" Hey, fuck you. I don't fuck every guy I get with and I sure as hell don't take it up the ass, like you." She retorted leaning back in her chair. Harry watched them throw insults at each others faces. This was their morning ritual, and Harry loved seeing who would win.

"Neither do I." He glared at her and she glared back

"Bitch."

"Twat."

"Cunt"

"Fudgepacker"

"Cocksucker"

"Tranny."

"Cumdumpster."

"Quiff Monster."

" Manwhore."

"Slut."

"Tweaker."

Gamble's jaw dropped " You swore you would never speak of it again." His eyes were dark.

Marilynn smirked "On the streets you gotta know how to fight dirty."

"Hood Rat." He stuck out his tongue showing the butterfly piercing embedded in it.

"Your point?" She folded her arm.

He huffed and held his hand up "Talk to the hand, cause the face ain't listenin'"

" You are such a div-" she was cut off as the thin boy shoved the palm of his hand in her face.

"The face ain't listenin'." He repeated and turned toward Harry with a smile.

"Did you sign yet, four-eyes?" He asked their noses were touching which made Harry blush.

" Not really. I will sign after lunch. I haven't found room with all these girl names in the way." Harry chuckled.

" Don't worry, I got you covered." He turned to a page that had a big heart drawn on it.

"Sign in the middle, so that Mari wont have space." He suggested.

"Hey." She complained as she unpacked her year book and Harry's year books and gave one to her emo friend.

First and second period went by fast,followed by third and now came their favorite time of the day lunch. The trio decided to settle beneath the bleachers and eat their lunch there.

"So, Harry and Mari, what's going on in Pacifica?" Gamble was referring to the street they both lived on downtown.

"Nothing, it's been quiet. Since the cops raided the place last weekend. The drug dealers migrated more towards the other end, Galle Avenue." Harry reported.

" There is this party going on at the junkyard, my band is playing, so show your support."

The rest of school went by fairly quick, since the classes were only half an hour long, followed by a two hour lunch. The trio chatted for a few more moments, and then parted ways, so they could get ready for tonight.

A/N: What you guys think? Let me know in a lovely Review, okay?