Ethan "Spot" Conlon

Melody "Bittersweet" Conlon

Charity "Criss-Cross" Conlon

Josephine "Gip" Miller

Matthew "Specs" Gordon

Travis "Skittery" O'Connell

Evelyn "Hades" Swanson

Vinny "Ghost" Soprano

Crystal "Books" Sawyer – Tal

Amanda "Whisper" Conners

David "Davie" Jacobs

Anthony "Racetrack" Higgins

Michael "Sage" Dolson

Christina "Gin" Dolson

Jonathan "Gloves" Lawson

Mitchell "Kid Blink" Houge

Robin "Aisling" O'Conor

Tobi "Shady" Jones

Ethan Conlon was Dr. Snyder's match. He would not sit when he was told and would always reply in a polite but short manner. "There is a problem with her serving that this Saturday, and I would like it if you would give her the choice to take it the one after this," Ethan's eyes glared evenly with Snyder's.

"That is not doable," Snyder replied. "You have detention after school may I remind you Mr. Conlon," Snyder grabbed the pad and scratched out the time and date of the detention.

"Listen to me Snyder, our sister Charity Conlon died a year ago, the day her Saturday is to take place, and I suggest that you reconsider before I have to get my mother involved in this," Ethan knew this was of no concern to the head of deans, but it was worth a try.

Snyder's face suddenly looked up, a lopsided grin overcoming his face. "Oh yes, I remember now. One year ago your wretched father took it upon himself to kill his youngest daughter. Rotting in prison now if I'm correct?" Snyder turned his head to the side slightly, observing Ethan as he clenched his fists together in an attempt to remain calm.

"Will you reconsider?" Ethan asked again through his grinding teeth.

"Fine, it's moved back to the Saturday after," Snyder said, writing out another red slip and tearing it off. "Make sure your lovely sister gets this…" Snyder smirked with a wink.

Ethan raised his fist, but thought better of it, grabbing the piece of paper and hurrying out the door. "I've got my eyes on you Snyd!" he shouted as he left. When he was a good distance away from the administrative offices, he kicked a locker and growled out loud. "Bastard," he muttered, turning and flicking off the empty hallway.

It was the middle of third period by the time Ethan had left to go back to class. Gym class was the only class Ethan had with his younger sister, but he didn't expect to see her there today. It was too late for him to dress and he ignored the glare he received from Mr. Richards as he headed towards the old stage in the front of the gymnasium. "Melody's in the nurse's office," Ethan said as he pulled himself onto the edge of the old stage.

"She'll need to bring a note to me next class," the teacher replied gruffly. Ethan made a note in his head to convince the young school nurse into getting a note for Melody. That would be easy enough for the studly, influential Ethan Conlon.

Two other boys were seated on the opposite side of the stage and it was the flash of cards that caught Ethan's attention. Anthony Higgins and Michael Dolson were gambling away what little pocket change they had. "You want in Conlon?" Michael called when he spotted Ethan.

Ethan jumped to his feet and headed over, a smirk planted on his face. "Only if I can bet for a go with your hott little sister." Christina Dolson was a good-looking girl. Standing an average height of 5'5", her body was blessed with perfect curves. Her hair fell just below her shoulders, a gorgeous deep amber color and her eyes dark brown. If her good looks didn't make guys gape, her beautiful voice definitely drew them in.

"You wish!" Michael laughed as Ethan took a seat. "Plus she's got a boyfriend now."

Anthony scowled at his cards and threw them down. "Yeah that prissy boy Jonathan Lawson. I don't know why you let that asshole ask your sister out in the first place." Jonathan Lawson was part of the popular crowd. Being Mitchell Houge's (the head hunk of the school) best friend and co-captain of almost every sport played, he was a well-known guy. He was a towering six feet, with light brown hair, the edges tipped with bleach and standing two inches above his head spiked. He was one of those guys you could classify as "Metro-sexuals". In other words, he was a pretty boy. In the eyes of many senior girls, he was a prize of a boyfriend.

Michael held up his hands in protest. "Hey now, first of all, I ain't got nothing against the guy, and second she can take care of herself." He ran a hand through his black hair and threw down his cards. "Royal flush. I win."

Anthony groaned with defeat. "Fine, but you're buying me lunch!" he smirked.

Michael chuckled, gathering up the spare change and crumpled dollar bills. "Deal…"

Anthony turned his attention to Ethan. "Saw that seductive number Melody was wearing this morning. Where is she by the way?" Anthony teased, turning to look for her and dodging Ethan's open hand.

"C'mon Ethan, when are you going to let her date one of us?" Michael chimed in on the teasing.

Ethan rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. "She ain't ever dating either one of you idiots, she told me so herself," he replied, trying to let his solemn mood lighten.

"Like you'd let her even if she wanted," Anthony smirked, getting to his feet as the gym emptied into the locker rooms. "You're quite the big bad wolf around here Ethan. I still can't believe you threatened Mitchell Houge when he asked her to go to a party with him."

"Though I must say, Melody did get some amusement out of that whole situation," Michael added. "There's one thing you two have in common and that's your extreme hatred for the popular kids."

"Well that ain't true," Ethan smirked. "I still haven't soaked you have I?" That elicited a chuckle from all three of the boys and as the bell rang; they all went their separate ways.

Melody was so out of it, she didn't notice Travis's change in appearance until she went to run her fingers through his once long, black hair. The soft inch of hair that was left bristled over her sensitive palms and caused her to look at him for the first time that day.

Her grey eyes began to fill back up with sparks of blue and she attempted a smile. He leaned down and kissed her last tears off of her cheeks and gave her a warm smile back. "Like the new haircut?" his low, quiet voice inquired.

A small nod and her lips were on his, drawing his body closer. She inched her body lower, pulling him on top of her while she lay on the cold cement. He dared not to part his lips from her, his tender hands unzipping her hoody. A hand ran down the rough material of the corset hugging her curves and his soft lips now caressed her bare neck. Their fondling did not last long though, for it was cut short by the ring of the bell.

Travis halted his sweet kisses and rose to his feet. He held out a hand and helped Melody up, pulling her into one last kiss. "Farewell my love," he spoke and then disappeared into the dark shadows engulfing the theatre.

Melody gathered her things and headed off to the cafeteria. Pushing her way through the strong wave of rowdy teenagers, she strained her neck to find a familiar face. Spying two familiar figures lounging at a table in the back corner, she headed towards them.

The younger of the two sitting jumped up suddenly and her hands began waving around as she tried to yell over the noise of the cafeteria, and it was obvious she was telling a story. "And then this guy had the nerve to push some small kid over and you know me, I brought out my fists and pounded the bastard's head in. Serves him right for acting that way in a mosh pit! You're supposed to look after the small ones, make sure they don't get pulled under and crushed to death!" Tobi kicked the chair in defiance.

"Talking about the Anti-Flag concert last weekend still?" Melody laughed, placing a hand on the 16-year-old's shoulder. Tobi Jones was the youngest of their tough group of girls. She was a tall pale girl of average build with striking long black hair. Her oddest feature was the different colors of her eyes, her left being green and the right blue. She was your normal punk, never leaving home without her black band t-shirt, torn old jeans, a pair of Chucks that varied in color each day, and her thick-rimmed black glasses which Mel always teased her about, saying they were "emo-kid" glasses.

"Hey Mel! You just missed the best part of the story!" Tobi said.

"Yeah but we've all heard it 20 times already," Robin said, who was the unfortunate recipient of Tobi's yelling. Her dark green eyes flashed to Melody and she blew her strawberry blonde bangs out of her eyes. She tilted her head and looked strangely at her friend.

Robin stood and walked over to Melody. Now Robin was a busty girl with small hips and long legs. She was a good looking girl and one of Ethan's prized fuck buddies. It was odd how Melody could stand her brother having intimate relationships with a good portion of her friends. Robin grabbed her arm and pulled her to the side, away from the table. "What's that?" Robin asked, poking her finger at the side of Melody's neck.

"What's what?" Melody asked, confused.

Robin pulled out a compact from her pocket and flipped it open so that Melody could look in the small mirror. Her mouth dropped as she laid eyes on the still reddened and forming hickey. She put her hand on her neck and looked at Robin in horror. Robin simply laughed and grabbed her arm, dragging her towards the door to the cafeteria. "We'll be back Tobi! Save the table for us!" Robin called as they left for the bathroom.