"OMG, Chase, hurry up, we're gonna be late!" Cameron whined. Again. (A/N: I know I just did this last chapter but they we had angst so I thought I'd reintroduce some stuff. ;)
"I am hurrying!" Chase said. It was the first day of school but his locker was already a mess because he was going to practically have to live out of it, because his mother was a terrible abusive drunk and his father was a terrible abusive doctor, but that second wasn't so bad because at least he wasn't around.
"I heard the new teacher is totally hot," Cameron said impatient, staring past him. "Why is there so much stuff in your locker?"
Chase sighed, heart heavy. No one understood his pain. It was so hard, being a really brilliant high school student, having an alcoholic mother, and being gay. And all the other kids mocked his clothing so he wasn't even getting the limited benefits of the gayness. And his only friends were Cameron and Foreman. Cameron was, well, a slut, and Foreman just didn't understand.
"CHAAASE!" Cameron whined, again.
"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying. And... there's stuff in my locker because... it's not important!" Chase said, and slammed the door shut, earning him several looks from the people around him. He squirmed under their scruitiny, imagining them picking out all his flaws, mocking his weaknesses in their head. "It's not any of their business," he muttered under his breath.
"What was that?" Cameron asked, anxiously smoothing down her skirt. "And how does my hair look?"
"It looks fine."
"I bet it doesn't," Cameron said, whipping a compact out of her pocket. "I don't understand it. How do you get such pretty hair? You don't even condition!"
"I do too!"
"Are you two talking about hair again?" snitted a passing student. "Cameron and Chase, sitting in a tree!"
"Gross!" Cameron yelled, snapped the compact shut, and stormed down the hall.
Chase sighed and followed her. Clearly this was going to be a great year.
End Chapter 2