Boo Boo took forever in the bathroom that I almost wanted to go next door to Mort's and ask to borrow whatever he used to clean the dead bodies. Gene went to school smelling like a zoo half of the time so he didn't care that Boo Boo had been in the shower for half an hour now. I on the other hand, needed a hot shower before going to school and so far it was not going to happen. Mom kept nagging me to get ready for class since I was still in my pajamas, but I kept telling her Brendan was using up the world's water supply in there. Today was his first day at Huxley and I was not looking forward to it.

I didn't give a flying shit that he was there, it was whatever, I cared about all the stupid girls that would be following him around. It's not that I cared about him or anything, but I did care about those stupid girls crying over a stupid ugly dumb boy like him. I hated him.

Shortly after, the door opened releasing a wave of hot steam. When the steam cleared up Boo Boo came out drying his hair with a towel. He wasn't wearing a shirt but he had tight black jean on. I tried not to look at his naked upper body, but it was hard when he had a terrible tribal tattoo along his ribcage. I heard about that tattoo on E! But I didn't believe he'd actually do something as ridiculous as that.

"It's all yours," Boo Boo said with a smile.

God. Why did he always have to smile? He didn't have to freaking smile all the time. I didn't say anything after that and just locked myself in the bathroom and got in the shower. Finding little blond hairs everywhere was worse than waiting for him to come out. I would have been more mad, but this was a sign he was balding.

Before I could start undressing there was a knock at the door. I was annoyed but opened the door. "What?" I demanded.

"Where's Lin?" Boo Boo asked.

I couldn't believe Mom let him call her that, especially when Dad hated it. "Probably down in the restaurant. Why?"

"There's nothing ready for breakfast."

Hm. Gene must have gotten to the food first. He had this new thing where he had to give King Trashmouth Jr breakfast too, even though the raccoon ate from the dumpster. I was surprised he wasn't dead yet after all the wine Mom gave him, but he was still kicking.

"Make something," I told him. I tried closing the door again but he stopped it before it closed.

"I don't know how to cook," he admitted.

"Here's a recipe for you: one bowl, plus cereal, plus milk."

I shut the door hard and locked it behind me. He was so annoying. It's his beauty made up for his uselessness. I started the shower again with cold water, it makes me stronger. After a couple of years of doing this I stopped jumping from the cold. The icy water felt refreshing against my skin. As I was pouring a bit of shampoo into my hand when I started humming along to a song, and then slowly beginning to sing.

Will you be my coal mine?

Will you be my diamond…

Wait. I wasn't the only one singing to this song. I kept quiet and opened the shower curtain a little and could hear Boo Boo singing that stupid song. He was wailing away like the wonderful idiot he was.

When I stepped out of the bathroom I found Boo Boo eating a bowl of cereal in the kitchen. I walked over and saw he also have a second bowl next to him.

"Have a seat Louise," he said while pulling out a chair for me.

If I wasn't hungry I would have never sat down with him, but I was hungry and I wasn't going to buy breakfast from the school cafeteria, not after what I found in my toast last week. I looked over form my bowl of now soggy cereal and noticed Boo Boo kept looking at me.

"What?" I demanded.

"Nothing, what's wrong?"

"Why I you looking at me?" I fought back.

He smiled and looked down at his cereal. "Sorry, I'm just nervous."

"Of what?"

"New school."

Stupid idiot, there was no one at Huxley worth being nervous about, especially when he was a celebrity. "You'll be fine, just stay away from the girls soccer team, they're know for eating the hearts of men."

"You're funny."

I can rip your throat out with my bare teeth. Ew, I couldn't be thinking of my mouth anywhere near his throat. "If you want me to show you the way you better hurry up because I'm leaving."