Authors Notes
Jake is not Freddy's biological brother. I mentioned in earlier chapters that he is his foster brother-no blood relation. Brittiany (Scotta)- happy 16th birthday. This chapter goes out to you.

Chapter Six

Springwood High
All anybody was talking about was the new girl. Her name was Brittiany and she just couldn't fit in no matter how hard she tried. Her long, dank hair shadowed her face and she gave a bitter attitude to anyone who approached her. She hadn't been at Springwood High for two hours when a fist fight between her and another girl broke out.

Freddy scribbled unimportant notes over his American history notebook. He didn't study and he didn't bother with his homework, so the free study hall period was serving no real good.

He instead, examined the people around him in the quiet library. A table of chattering girls (they were everywhere), a table of studious, straight faced boys and girls, their faces buried inside their books, pouring in as much knowledge as they could.

Then he saw her. Sitting alone, the new girl. She was doodling on her notebook too. Freddy glanced down at his own scribbles and realized he had unknowingly drawn a disturbing picture. What was she drawing?

It was a picture of a ratty glove, just an old work glove, attached to the ends were four long blades. Blades used for killing, something told him. Freddy found himself curious why he was drawing this odd contraption, but he liked it and smiled. It had been an even longer time since he had grinned like that. Since Gabriella had gone ahead and trampled over him.

"Can I sit here?" A soft voice asked above him. His eyes slowly made their way up to meet the owner of the voice. The voice was soft and mystical-one so mysterious it almost made you want to listen.

She pushed her dark hair from her face and stared at him.

"Sure." He mumbled and turned the page of his notebook so she wouldn't see the drawing. It was his-sacred, only for him, not to share. His eyes flicked over her drawing page. Swear words- curse words texted in different printing and designs. She smiled, but didn't show her teeth.

"I don't like to bottle anger up." She explained and he nodded, speechless. "Brittiany." She said slowly, letting him register each syllable.

"Freddy."

There was a moment of silence, too awkward to continue his rampage of morbid drawings, he played around with the pen in his hand and she slid into the seat across from him.

"You like this school?" She lowered her voice so only Freddy could hear. He stared at her pointedly.

"It's school." He said flatly.

"Yeah...probably just like all the others." She eyed him. "I was expelled from my last one."

There was a pause between the two and Brittiany began drumming her fingers on the table between them. Freddy watched her fingers.

"Mr. Krueger?" A stony voice snapped Freddy from his preoccupied mind. He glanced at Brittiany to see her reaction. Her blank stare gave away nothing. One eyebrow slowly rose in question.

Freddy turned his head to stare at the solemn gaze of the vice principal, Mr. Shaye. He liked to think he ran Springwood High, but was only vice and only got half a say in school decisions. He motioned with his fingers for Freddy to follow him. Shrugging and glancing at Brittiany apologetically, he followed the strict principal to the office. The entire time, watching the man's shining bald spot.

He motioned for Freddy to take a seat in the stiff office, filing cabinets lined the walls and picture frames covered the principal's desk. Pictures of his wife and children, when everyone knew his wife had left him for a man no older then 25.

"Sit." He commanded, hardly opening his thin lips. Freddy obeyed.

"Why am I here." He stated, not really speaking it as a question, more as a statement.

Mr. Shaye stared at Freddy from atop his glasses.

"There's been reports of you bothering the new junior." He replied and Freddy stared him in the eye. What?

Why defend himself? That would be a waste of breath, even though, he was innocent.

"Who told you this?" He asked instead.

"Are you implying you have been bothering the new girl?"

He shrugged. "I'm not implying a thing, Mr. Shaye. She approached me and introduced herself."

"Well, according to Gabriella-" Gabriella? Gabriella had reported this lie to the vice? She hated him more than he had suspected. Must be that psychotic date...

"We'll have to call in the new girl herself. If I hear anything about assault..." Mr. Shaye made a slicing motion across his beefy neck, then waved Freddy from the office, dismissed at last.

The bell sounded as Brittiany and Freddy walked side by side towards Freddy's locker. She was a neat girl if he did admit. Not annoying, not preppy, and certainly wasn't going to end up being like Gabriella (at least he hoped).

Freddy dialed his combination and yanked open the locker, almost expecting a balloon full of goop to plummet down on his head- then Brittiany would see what how unworthy he really was. Here at high school, where the popular kids ate you alive.

She didn't say much, but just enough so that she wasn't setting him off. She held her books to her chest.

The locker was balloonless so he retrieved his books and they were off.

"Why would people think you were bothering me?" She questioned innocently. He sighed. "I'm not exactly Mr. Popular, if you hadn't noticed." His eyes darted suspiciously here and there at the students surrounding him.

"I don't care." Her voice rose, and in her eyes he could see it was true. If she dared ask him why this had resulted-his unpopularity-he'd blow a fuse and bite off her head-but he doubted she would.

"Want to hang out?" She asked the thin, lanky, tousled haired teenager. Awkward, unpopular and constantly picked on. Another joke? His cold eyes prodded deep into her own. Reading her, peering into her soul.

He said nothing and the two continued down the corridor.