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A/N: Hi everyone! Before we get started with this new Chapter I want to give a big thanks for all the kind reviews, it really means a lot. In this chapter, Bart will meet three new bullies. Their names are Jason, Kyle, and Devon, their the High School versions of Jimbo, Dolph, and Kearney. Hope you all enjoy this new chapter and don't forget to read and review at the end.

Love at First Sight

Written By: Super Saiyan Blue Juuhachi

Chapter 2: Jason, Kyle, and Devon

Sounds of overlapping conversation and lockers slamming filled the air as Bart and Milhouse stood at the lockers assigned to them. They were only a few lockers away from one another which had never happened before when in Elementary School and Middle School their lockers were on opposite ends of the school. Bart stuffed his book bag inside and afterward, began taking out notebooks, folders, pencils out for his first period. However, first, he had to go to homeroom.

"You ready, Milhouse?" Bart asked, closing his locker "Yeah, I'm ready, let's go." The other boy responded, shutting his locker as well. "We need to get to homeroom." Bart then said as the two boys began making their way through the crowded corridor, trying their best not to bump into anyone. They soon reached their destination and walked inside.

Once inside, they found there a lot of the seats were already taken and there weren't much left to choose from. Milhouse took a desk towards the back of the classroom while Bart took one in the center of the classroom. A few moments later a middle-aged woman with dark-haired entered the room. "Hello, my name is Ms. Kramer." She said, writing her name on the chalkboard in cursive letters. "and welcome to homeroom." She said, turning towards the class. "Besides being a homeroom teacher, some of you I will have for History."

"Just to give you a little information about myself, I have been at Springfield High School for around 30 years now. I taught your parents when they were students here at school. I have dealt with them all: The goof-offs, the pranksters, and troublemakers so if you fall into any of these categories a fair warning now: If you try any funny business, smart off to me, or cause any trouble in my class will buy a ticket to the principal's office." She explained, "so if you keep your nose clean and do what you're told, then we won't have a problem, you understand me?"

"Yes, Ma'me," The class murmured, nodding their head.

Bart looked over his shoulder at Milhouse who looked a little scared at the teacher's words. Bart laughed quietly, at his friend's expression before turning his attention back to the front of the classroom. Ms. Kramer noticed this and asked, "Something funny?" The smile faded immediately from Bart's face and he shook his head

"No." He answered,

"Good." She then said, in a serious tone. "Now, we have a couple of minutes until first-period so I have a few rules I need to discuss with you all," She began as she continued to talk, Bart began to space out and soon he could no longer hear her voice as the stress of the situation began to set in. He placed his hands over his hands cover his face for a moment.

He knew that High School would be different from both Elementary School and Junior High but not this much. He allowed his hands slide down his face and drop back down on his desk as he silently wondered how he was going to survive four years in this place. "God, help me." He whispered quietly to himself, turning his focus back on the front of the classroom.

Homer walked into the break room of the Nuclear Power Plant where he found he found a packed break room, he looked around the room to find everyone talking to each other in hushed voices. Confused, he went to look for Lenny and Carl and found them by the break table, eating donuts and drinking coffee and approached them. "Hey, guys," Homer said, "What's going on?" He asked, looking at the group of people again.

"Mr. Burns is going to make some big announcement over the intercom this morning," Carl said, before then adding, "and everyone is just concerned about what it might be."

"He's probably planning to make some cutbacks in employee's, or decrease our salary." Lenny speculated, with an annoyed look on his face before taking a sip of his coffee. "What's makes you so sure it is going to be bad news?" Homer asked, "Come on, Homer this is Mr. Burns we are talking about here. Whenever have you known Mr. Burns to make an announcement and it was good news?"

"Last year when I got that Employee of the Month Award," Homer answered, making the two men look at each other. "Besides, that," Carl said, "Whenever have you ever known for Mr. Burns to give good news?"

"Umm," Homer said, becoming silent for a few moments, "Never?"

"Exactly! Whenever Mr. Burns gives an announcement it means bad news for the rest of us." Just then there was voice that came on over the intercom "Good morning, Nuclear family," It was Mr. Burns "I have a very important announcement for you all," He began "The Springfield Power Plant is due for another inspection coming up in a month, and we need everything in tip-top order before then so, until that time, you will all be working mandatory overtime at no additional pay." All the employees in the break room groaned in response, "See, what did I tell you? Always bad news..."

"Dammit," Homer cursed, feeling frustrated now. "I guess I better call Marge and let her know-"

"Call her later, Homer when you get your lunch break," Carl said, "We got to get to work now," He and Lenny then walked out the door, as did the other employees. Homer soon followed, feeling now really depressed for the work day to come.

Marge turned off the vacuüm cleaner and sighed, "Whew!" She said, wiping the sweat from her brow. She had worked for nearly an hour and a half now cleaning. She unplugged the cord and wrapped it back up before setting it aside and moving on to dusting the bookshelf. Marge soon came across the family photo album and stopped to pull it out. The blue-haired woman carried it to the couch and sat down, placing the album on her lap and opened it. The first photos she saw was she and her Homer in their childhood, followed by their teenage years up to when they went to the Prom, not together of course.

She flipped the page and there were some photos of them when they were dating, which she couldn't help but smile as she looked at them. When she turned to the third page, it was then she saw the photos when she was pregnant with Bart, including her and Homer's wedding. As she continued to look through the album, seeing the photos of Bart, Lisa and Maggie growing up, it made her a bit teary eyed. Her children had always needed her for one thing or another and while it grew tiring on occasions, she enjoyed doing things for them.

Though over the last few years that did not seem to happen as often anymore, with Bart and Lisa at least, they did not seem to want to be seen with her, much less hang out with her. It was like they were embarrassed by her, and would rather hang out with their friends than be with her. Which she could understand to a certain degree, all kids, when they get older, don't want to be seen in public with their parents, but still, she could not help but feel hurt by their behavior towards her.

Now Maggie, who had just started the first grade, she had no one any longer to keep her company. Sure she had always had other things to occupy her time, such as cleaning, doing laundry etc. but when she needed a break from that Maggie was the only thing that kept sane in those moments. Even in her infant years, when she couldn't talk, just hearing her giggle and laugh when she would play with her had brought her so much joy. However, those days having her around during the day were over and she had to adjust to a life of being on her own.

Marge closed the photo album, got up from the couch and put it back on the shelf before she resumed her cleaning, trying her best to get her mind off of matters.

T he bell rang, signaling the end of first-period, Lisa walked out of math class with a sullen look on her face. She walked to her locker and opened it as she began to get what she would need for her next class, her mind began to drift back to a few moments ago in class.

The teacher, Mr. Parker, a man in his mid to late 30s with salt and pepper hair stood writing on the chalkboard. When he took a step back, it revealed many multiplication tables ranging from basic to hard. "All right, class, can anyone solve these problems?" Naturally, she had raised her hand up in the air. "You there, what's your name?" He asked, with a smile "Lisa Simpson." She said, smiling back

"Lisa, you think you can solve these problems?"

She nodded her head in response, "Yes, I do." The blonde-haired girl answered

"All right, come up here," Lisa rose up from her desk and walked up to the chalkboard, Mr. Parker gave the piece of chalk in his hand to her, and she began examining the problems. She breezed through the basic multiplications such as 8 x 10 was 80 and 5 x 20 was 100 etc. though when it got to the harder problems she had to stop and think for a moment, problems such as 50 x 50 and 40 x 65 but she solved them the same as the others. '

When she was finished, she turned to Mr. Parker, "Is that correct?" After taking a moment to check her answers, he then looked back at her "Yes, they are all correct, good job Lisa!" He said, impressed by her knowledge and began to clap.

"Go on and take your seat," He told her, Lisa then did as she was asked, feeling good about impressing her teacher, especially on her first day at a new school. Though on her trip back to her desk she was met with laughter and ridicule. They called her names such as "Teacher's Pet", "Nerd" and "Geek". After she took a seat, they began throwing paper pads at her, hitting her in both in the head and in the back. Never in her life had she ever felt more relieved to hear the bell ring then she did at that moment.

Lisa then came out of her thoughts, "I guess I'll never be normal," She whispered softly to herself

For as long as she could remember she had always been gifted when she and Bart were young, there might have been a two-year difference between them, but she was far ahead of him in everything. She learned to read, write and could draw faster than him at age 2 than he was at age 4. By the time she started school, intellectually she was way above the other children her age and she, of course, liked he flaunt it.

While at times this proved beneficial, and the teachers were impressed at the beginning with her knowledge, as the years wore on they got tired of it and she had become known as an insufferable know-it-all, a nerd, geek and teacher's pet and no one wanted to be friends with her because of it.

Now here she was, years later in exactly the same place as before, reliving it all over again. She thought this year she could make a fresh start and finally make some friends, but that won't happen now.

"then again, I have never been normal." She closed her locker and began walking down the hall. It was barely 9 o'clock and already she was reading to go home due to the hellish day she had, unfortunately though, she could not leave, and continued on her way to her second period and hoped it would be a better experience than the first period had been for her.

Bart yawned, feeling bored and leaned back in his seat as he listened to his teacher, who stood in front of the class reading a book out loud to everyone, giving them each a book to follow along with. If there was one thing he was not a big fan of it was books. Lisa had tried to get him to read a few books when they were younger, but none had interested him because most of them were poems or novels.

He had tried to read one once, just because she asked him, to the name of the book was "Romeo and Juliet" the book was all right, but he was not impressed with it, maybe it was a tragic romance and that really wasn't his thing.

However, when he had gotten expelled from Junior High School just this past year, his mother had homeschooled him and had him read "Catcher in the Rye" after she explained what the book was about it, it intrigued him and he read it. To this day, it remains the only novel he has ever read and really liked.

"God, when is this class is going to be over?" He whined quietly to himself, he began staring out the window at the trees and nature and became lost in it for a moment before, snapping out of his thoughts again he heard the teacher speak his name, "Bart Simpson, are you paying attention?"

"Yes, of course!" He said, putting on his best smile. "Excuse me, but can I use the bathroom?" The boy then asked,

"It is "May I use the bathroom?" and yes, you may but don't take too long. After we are done reading here, we are going to review what happened in it." The teacher explained, handing him a hall pass. "Of course, be right back!" He said, suddenly feeling nervous. Once he was out of the room he began to make his way to the bathroom.

When he walked inside, he heard voices coming from around the corner. Bart did not want to make himself known just yet and decided to listen to the conversation, currently happening. He peeked carefully, around the corner and saw three boys. The tallest of the three boys appeared also to be the leader. He had long dark hair and dark eyes with a mullet hairstyle, he wore a navy blue t-shirt, black fingerless motorcycle gloves, black jeans, and brown boots. He looked to be maybe a Sophmore.

He then pulled out a cigarette and stuck it in his mouth, "Damn, Dongelinger, giving us detention like that." He cursed bitterly, pulling out a lighter and lit the cigarette up, taking a drag of the cigarette before expelling the smoke from his lips. The two other boys in the group appeared to be two or three years younger than the man in front of them. One of the boys had short blonde spiky hair, much like himself, except his hair color was more dishwater blonde and the spikes were much messier. His eyes were blue, he wore a sleeveless green hoodie, baggy blue jeans, and red and black and white sneakers.

"Well, it's your fault, Jason if you had set your alarm last night to wake you up, we wouldn't have been late." He then said, glaring at him, "What's the matter your alarm broke?" The boy, called Jason then said with a sneer, "Don't blame me, Kyle, just because you can't get up on time. You and Devon both have an alarm of your own, why don't you try using it sometime and set it to wake you up in the morning. I'm not your keeper" He said, turning his back on the two boys.

The two boys stood there clearly annoyed at the other boy's attitude towards them and looked at each other. Before turning back to the man, who still has his back turned to them "Actually you are our keeper," Devon said, speaking for the first time since Bart walked in the room. "Mom tells you all the time it is your responsibility to wake us up and drive us to school." He explained, making Jason turn to him.

It was clear Devon was the runt of the group is a bit shorter than the other boys. His hair is brown, it is short in the front with an obvious rat tail in the back. He wore a purple t-shirt with, blue jeans and white sneakers.

"Did she now?" Jason then asked, "Well, she's wrong. You're both 14, you're old enough to set your own alarm, wake up and get yourself to school without -" He stopped mid-sentence when they heard a muffled sneeze. Bart, still hidden behind the corner, "Shit! Please God, don't let them have heard that!" He thought, his prayers though went unanswered as she heard Jason then said, "Who is there? Whoever you are come out!" He demanded roughly

Bart's heart began to thump rapidly as the panic began to rise in his chest, making him short of breath. "Now what do I do?" He asked himself quietly "I said COME OUT NOW!" Jason hollered, his voice echoing loudly as it reverberated off the walls. Bart took a deep breath to calm himself before walking out from behind the corner, revealing himself to the three boys.

"Who are you?" Jason demanded

"I'm Bart Simpson, who the hell are you?" He asked with a smile, trying to act causal

"My name is Jason Dooley, behind me are my twin brothers Kyle and Devon." The dark-haired man said, gesturing to the two boys behind him. "Their twins? But they don't look anything like." Bart asked confused, looking at the two other boys

"We're fraternal twins, you're thinking of identical twins," Kyle said, glaring at him

"Yeah, you're going to have to give me more than that, because I still don't get it," Bart said, a matter of factly

"Who cares all right? It's not important!" Jason snarled, grabbing Bart's attention again "Just tell us why were you listening to our conversation?" He asked, glaring down at Bart who now was standing in front of them. "I wasn't listening-" Bart began, before being interrupted "Then why were you hiding around that corner?" Bart's eyes began to shift back and forth frantically as he tried to come with a plausible lie but could think of nothing.

"That's what I thought," Jason said, before grabbing the spiky-haired teen by the collar of his shirt, lifting him up slightly. "What grade are you?" He then asked, "Freshman. Today is my first day here." Bart said, there was a brief silence in the room before he then went on to say, "Please put me down," He pleaded, "I'm sorry that I eavesdropped on your conversation, I just came in here because I had to use the bathroom."

"Did you now? Well, why didn't you say so?" Jason lowered Bart back down to his feet "Here you go," He said, gently guiding him to one of the stalls. "Thanks," Bart said, uncertain what was happening and walked inside, afterward he unzipped his pants and began peeing.

As he did, he could hear Jason and his brothers whispering and laughing, he wondered silently what they were up to and waited for water or something to be dumped on him. A moment or two later, when nothing happened, he zipped himself back up and went to get out of the stall, but found he couldn't.

"What the hell?" He tried, again, the door would not move. "I can't get out!" He then heard the howling laughter of Jason and his brothers as he struggled to get the door open."Why won't this door open?" He asked as he began pushing on the door before he became frustrated and began beating his fists against it.

"Welcome to High School, Bart Simpson," Jason said proudly, "Next time learn to mind your own business," They once again began laughing. Once they were finished "Come on, let's go." Bart heard one of them say and listened as they walked away.

"Hey, don't leave me here! Let me out of here!" He pleaded, when he no longer heard them anymore he called out, "Hello? Is anyone out there?" He asked, but received no answer "Hello?" Once again, no response came.

It was then he realized he was completely alone. "Damn it!" He then cursed as he tried once more to get the door open but his efforts were in vain. He soon gave up and stood there, looking for another way out, quietly asking himself.

"Now what do I do?"

A/N: Well, that's it for Chapter 2! I will start writing Chapter 3 soon, so stay tuned for that. I hope you all enjoyed this, don't forget to read and review and I will see you guys later! Take care!