This is a nalu story, incorporating an OC from the story Adherence by toxineena, which was sadly not finished. I especially hate this OC. UPDATE- Prologue in working phase.

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Inception

The city go Magnolia gently rested upon the geography of Fiore; it was near the ocean which caused it to always have salt in the air, a mild breeze seemingly eternal and intrinsic to the city. It was August, and that meant that the joy of summer was nearly over, the lethargic minds of the city's children would have to be rebooted and reenergized, for school was upon them once more.

The Friday of the first week of school at Magnolia High passed rather unceremoniously, the teachers got ready for hell, the freshmen were welcomed to hell, and the upperclassmen reentered it. The castle of a school towered over the rest of the city of Magnolia like a citadel, as if the entire power of the town rested there. It did not of course, but some like to think otherwise. Many in the regional council were skeptical and dubious about the mere existence of the school; it's powerful alumni and school board often bullied the town into allotting the majority of the government funds into the hands of the the high school. There was much corruption within the school, but it was masked by its congenial atmosphere and it's amenable staff. The real perversion happened behind the scenes; even the principal was not privy to it. However, for all the adulteration that occurred at the school, it most certainly had its strong points.

This particular school differed from normal schools, in that every year, all students were assigned a desultory, academic partner for the whole year, one who happened to be in the same grade as them. The said partners were inseparable in a school sense, allocated by the school to have every project and piece of homework done together. The purpose of this seemingly anomalous system was that the administration believed that it promoted unity between students as well as helped them with their social skills later in life, such as in the institution of marriage.

In addition to its academic ingenuity, Magnolia High School also excelled in a wide range of sports, even fishing. The school had a long and celebrated history, dating back at least 70 years. The first team at the school had been football, and so it was intrinsic to the high school. Over time the prominence and stature of the school's football club grew to tremendous proportions, respected all around the country as one of the finest finishing institutions for high school football players. The team's alumni and financial support had no rival, and they always seemed to win the state championship, often ranked as one of the top teams in the nation. Its members were annually recruited to top universities and colleges, most of the time with full scholarships. Alas, as is often seen with inordinate power, the ones wielding it frequently abused it, letting the bias of the court and judicial systems in the area do their bidding for them. The members of the football team commonly got away with much wickedness, a common fact in the school. Some hated it, some envied it, and some believe it or not, did not even know about it.

It just so happens that one of the more eminent members of the team (the quarterback of course) found himself in an axiomatic football situation that first Friday morning. His sin had been one committed under the influence of alcohol, but really, he would have done it anyway. The nerve-ridden boy had awoken that morning drenched in his own sweat, having just woken up from a haunting dream that entailed of the worst of what could happen if his act was found out. He had been in a cold sweat the for the whole previous day, having learned about the breach that afternoon. That first Friday morning, he did not even eat breakfast, unusual for him, and instead proceeded to rush to straight to school, hoping the reach of the football team would help him once again as it had so many times before. His usual arrogant swagger had abandoned him that morning, replaced by a careful jaunt. He forced a little debauchery back into his walk as neared the school's territory; it would not do him any good to show weakness and debunk his reputation.

And so, on that day within the first week, within the first hour of school, the high school student entered the huge establishment from the main entrance, walking past the Greek style pillars as if he owned the place, though not as boldly as usual. His shoes still being muddy from the alluvial ground upon which he previously walked, created a squeaking noise every time he took a step. His slightly orange, slightly brown hair waved in a potpourri of focal strands as he ambled on to his required destination; it was of a different shade than what people in this country were used to being born with. He was after all, the son of a wealthy immigrant. Perhaps that sense of fiscal power lead to the shaping of his attitude, such as scowling at the underclassmen who got in his way.

To say he did not see the many people (mainly girls) who stopped to give the usual flirtatious "hey" or "how's it going" through his trademark shades is a lie, he saw them alright, but instead of his usual meandering course through the school halls in the mornings, he walked in a straight line for once, bewildering many a passerby as to what could get the teen so very riled up. His usual pit-stops were cleared out by people already as he walked near them, many of them afraid of getting on his bad side, but he never paused in his wake. It left them confused but relieved as they sighed; disaster averted.

The most appalling of his actions that morning was his refusal to stop and chew the fat with his football buddies; he had somewhere he needed to be today. They offered him a noncommittal wave of the arm, as always, when he walked past, but were left dumbfounded when he just flicked them off; his way of saying to leave him alone. They stupidly stared at each other like buffoons, not being able to wrap their head around his actions.

As the worried boy walked on to the back end of the school, his thoughts were ones of fear, "why now?", "have I been found out yet?" his usual aplomb in these sorts of situations completely abandoned him in his time of need. He was usually the most sangfroid of the football lot, never under any pressure in a game no matter the situation. The glare of the stadium lights only made him better. But, this matter was of a much different naature than a game of school; it was a game of life.

To think that alcohol had been the untimely catalyst of his whole dilemma was laughable, as he never went to a party unless it served the desirable liquid. He cursed his own stupidity and the trouble that his carnal desires often entailed. He was never able to moderate desire and lust; those two emotions often reigned supreme in swaying his fickle mind. If was set on something or someone, he would not give up until he had gotten what he desired. It was this tenacity that was often the cause of his many near-misses.

These were just some of the downcast thoughts that rushed through his mind as he neared his destination, an unused classroom down a seldom used basement hallway; he was relieved to finally see it. He had bounded down the grand steps just a minute before, almost tripping with his haste. He saw that the door the room was already open, a good enough sign. In he went and he was greeted by a familiar voice, "There you are Loke," a lean and sinewy blonde haired boy said, "took you long enough."

"Sorry Sting," he answered grudgingly while shoving his hands into his pockets and looking away, "you know how my damn alarm fucks up sometimes." It was true, he had been meaning to get a new one for months now. It often wok him up just 10 minutes before school.

"Well, clocks aside, we have a major problem to solve, you fucked up big time, and I don't know if it'll go away this time."

"Oh come on, I've never been caught before." Loke chided with false confidence while pointing to himself, "Who says I will now?

"One of our classmate's photos says otherwise." Sting couldn't believe his friend was taking this so lightly, little did know it was all a façade. Loke repeatedly made stupid mistakes when he was cavorting around, as if he had nothing to fear. Loke's arrogance would soon be his undoing if was not careful. Just as Sting was about to say something else, the door to the room slammed open, revealing a panting red-brown haired fellow senior. "What is it Dan?" Sting asked. The dude seriously needed to work out more in his opinion. His summers were mostly spent running after girls instead of actual running.

"We don't have to worry about Loke's screw up," he wheezed between deep breaths, "Laxus rolled over the whole thing this morning before school; completely took care of it." The blonde monster was one of the premier linebackers at their level, highly recruited by a number of colleges. He could illicit fear with a flick of his wrist, and his power-hungry attitude only enhanced his football prowess. When Laxus set out to do something, he made sure that the task was done. It seemed that that was how it had happened in this case.

"Really?" Sting questioned, his voice still dubious, "We don't have to worry about Loke's picture getting taken at last Saturday's party, the one where he was making out with some random fucking chick while groping her ass?" Honestly Sting thought that something like this was bound to happen if you constantly cheated on your girlfriend with every girl you laid eyes on. It hadn't even been that incult of a party, yet Loke had still found a way to twist and turn himself into a girl's pants.

"Yes, really, Laxus got the picture off of whoever took it, I pray for the poor bastard, wherever he is, he's probably lying unconscious in some alleyway." Dan shuddered, having been on the receiving end of one of Laxus's beat downs before.

"Are you for real?" asked Loke, relief already threatening his pores, but he would not let it in until he was certain for sure, "How did he manage to track down whoever took the picture?"

"Well, apparently he caught a glimpse of them when they flashed the camera on their phone, and then followed them home, I know it sounds creepy, but you'll be grateful to his ass later." Laxus had skillfully memorized the address and location of the photo-shooter, making sure to keep tabs on his victim until the job was done.

Finally giving in to Dan's claim, Loke let out a whoop of victory; he would not have to endure wallowing away in abrasive hook ups after being brusquely dumped. Honestly he should just stop sleeping around until he got what he wanted (his girlfriend's virginity) but he just couldn't help himself sometimes. He threw an arm around Dan's shoulders and grinned at him elated; they went through the door that was left ajar by a departed Sting.

Sting had already left, muttering something about a morning workout, while Dan, a lecherous grin on his face, walked alongside Loke, looking like he was about to ask a question. "So, once you've finished your elaborate "mission" with your girlfriend, you don't care what happens to her right?"

"I don't give a shit once I get the prize, I'm already sick of hiding My real self whenever I'm around her and her goddamn friends, playing some fucking "noble knight" role." Any more of it might be emetic. Anytime the irritated teen was in his girlfriend's vicinity, he found himself having to change his entire personality. It was trivial at first, but he learned to tread carefully; he never knew when his girlfriend would pop around some corner.

"Good, because I wouldn't mind getting in on some of that shit myself. Her tits are like globes and her ass is sooo tight."

Laughing together they walked out of the room continuing to talk about bodily features, the sun shining through the windows no longer filling them with unease, but pleasurable relief, as they realized that they had dodged quite the dangerous bullet. The enervating aspect of the ordeal wiped clean, gave them a new outlook on their day, and it was during this reevaluation that Dan realized something, "Hey its partners assigning day today isn't it? I forgot at first because of this whole mess in the morning."

"Holy shit, you're right!" Loke exclaimed, ecstatic with hope as to who his partner would be in his final year, "I wonder if I'll get someone hot this year?"

"Probably not, most of the hot girls are juniors, including your girlfriend."

"Oh yeah," Loke sighed, he forgot about the sad predicament all the males in his year suffered each year, seeing as how all the other grades' partners all seemed to be romantically involved in some way, except for the ones who had a partner that was the same gender as them. "Maybe there are some new girls this year."

"Don't get your hopes up" Dan replied solemnly, knowing full well, that with their luck, they'd probably get boys again this year. "Great," he thought, "another boring year filled with dicks."

"At least be grateful that your girlfriend's never gotten a boy as her partner" Dan continued, "you've never had to worry about anyone stealing her away, she's actually pretty oblivious when it comes to your true personality, I'm surprised that you've been able to keep this up for so long."

"It's all in the acting" Loke replied, head full of confidence at his clever hoodwinking. "She'd never suspect the only reason I act like a gentlemen is to get her pussy."

As the two boys continued to talk like heathens, neither noticed that snippets their conversation was picked up by a boy with a hoodie covering his head, who just happened to pass by when Loke was spouting particularly raucous statements. Neither knew just how much their accidental slip up would damage them in the months to come.

Remembering something Loke paused, "Oh yeah, I forgot, you're not the first to ask me if they could have her when I'm done with her, Laxus did the other day, and the day before that, Sting did the same thing."

"Did Rogue ask as well?", Dan was seething with anger. "HOW DARE THEY," "they can't have what I've already dreamed about." Cloaking his inner outburst, he pressed Loke for more information, "Who else has been having amorous thoughts about my beloved?"

"Calm down man, you want the same thing we all do, don't act like you're some saint who's declared chastity. Anyway," Loke continued, "there's someone who is probably more obsessed with her than you are."

"WHO?!"

"Galahad Finnick"

"That prick!" Dan almost shouted. However, he himself knew that the list of boys who wanted to bang her went on and on, he never thought he'd have to compete with that slimy bastard. Galahad was lower than scum in many people's minds, but most were too afraid to do anythinging about him. His arrogance knew no limits and neither did his greed. He could often be found rating every girl he saw one out of ten, ten being th highest. While it made his friends laugh and clap his back, most bystanders were always disgusted.

Consequently the man whose character and person were currently under unbridled, yet ephemeral attack, turned the corner that they were about to use themselves, on their way to their first period class.

He had bleach-white hair swept across the crown of his head, with piercing, commanding green eyes. "Well, well, well," Galahad smirked, "look what we have here. A manwhore and his crony."

"Shut the fuck up Finnick!" Dan yelled, "You can't have her!"

Bewildered at first, because he had no idea what Dan was talking about, a look of enlightenment appeared on Galahad's face. He grinned in mocking way, stretching his lips wider than usual, "It's not like a person like you could sway her mind after heartbreak, I'll make her mine in more ways than one when I capture her in my clutches." He smiled lecherously.

"I'd like to see you try." Dan retorted.

While this altercation was occurring, Loke was only mildly shocked, even he did not objectify the other sex as much as these two idiots (though he was guilty of it on a daily basis), but they were all part of the football team at Magnolia High, and whether they liked it or not, they all had begrudgingly come to a sort of truce, albeit one that just meant they would not get physical. They could debase and impugn one another all they wanted.

Whatever analgesic had caused the members of the football team to be so driven by their own testosterone was beyond answering, that was just the way things were with them.

Galahad had had enough of this petty morning squabble (often it happened in the evenings instead), he narrowed his eyes and drew his mouth into a mocking glare, "Whatever, neither of us can predicate who she'll go out with, but I will say that whoever she doesn't pick will have to back the fuck off."

"Fine," Dan sneered, he didn't really care as much if she didn't pick him as long as it wasn't this fool.

The two had a mutual hatred due to the paradox in that they both had similar intentions with the girl (more so than the other males), emulating each other's personality half the time.

Loke had been only half listening, instead focusing upon how he would able to bed his girlfriend before the end of the year, perhaps at the annual Christmas party he thought, or maybe at homecoming. Prom was another option for him too, but he knew that by that point it was too close to the end of the year, and that he would not able to have any sexual freedom for any part of the school year.

Coincidentally, all three were in the same first period, Biology. They arrived in front of the classroom still bickering lightly, the act of conversation not alerting them to their arrival to the lab, until they were halfway through the doorway. Dan and Loke went to the back of the room where they could easily cheat off of the more assiduous students, while Galahad sat with one of his friends. None of the trio noticed the new student sitting in the middle left corner of the room, the same one that had heard Loke in the hallway, as well as the only one in the classroom who heard their conversation outside the class, due to not having any friends to talk to in the room, as well as having enhanced hearing. Since they had come to class slightly late, due to their disgusting conversation, they had also missed the teacher's introduction of the new student. Also omitted from their brains was the fact that he was an advanced student and was actually a junior.

The teacher began the daily assembly, including the pledge of allegiance, Loke didn't even stand up, and the roll call. Actually, many of the students reflected Loke's nonchalant attitude, as they were all secretly anticipating the yearly partner list that would be posted at the end of the day.

The teacher, noticing this, put his hands in his pockets, and offered his students an apologetic smile, "I know you all are anxious for the announcement, but may I remind you that if you just sit there and let your muscles be atrophied from disuse," his smile turned into a more serious expression, "then you will be miserable today. Oh that reminds me, there has been a rule change this year; if you are within mutual agreement with your partner from the previous year, you may both request to be partner's again the following year, that is all."

Predictably this caused quite the uproar within the class, some people excited to be able to have the same partner, while some were hesitant as to which path to diverge upon. Dan and Loke had both been playing paper football when the teacher had uttered the trigger words, Dan had missed in his shock, and Loke's hand had slipped from underneath its resting place under his chin. The carousal carried on into the lesson, and the teacher was regretting his decision to announce the change in code by the end of the class, barely anyone paying attention to him, except for the new student.

Neither Dan nor Loke were affected much by the announcement, but like most of the other seniors in the class, they were shocked at the rule change, for as long as they had been at the school, there had never been a rule change, it was simply unheard of. Feeling confused the two walked out of class with the rest of the students when the bell rang, signaling the next period. The next few periods washed away any feelings of unease they had, time proving again to be a pacifying element of the universe, as the arrival of the fifth period meant that it was time for lunch.

Loke was excited, finally it was time for lunch! He hadn't gotten to see his curvy girlfriend that morning, since he had been too caught up in his prior engagement. Slipping into his alternate, concocted for his girlfriend, personality like he was a Broadway actor, he yelled in seeming ecstasy as he neared the cafeteria, directed toward the girl who occupied the indecent and scheming thoughts of many a male, "LUCY MY PRINCESS, I HAVE COME FOR YOU!"