Author's Note: So this is like barely any song but it was a good song and reminded me of Lucas for this story. Just listen to the song while you read this chapter. It's nice and long as a going away present to sweets who has to go on an awful retreat this weekend. There you go!

Song: "Little Things" by Good Charlotte

Like the time in school when we got free lunch,
and the cool kids beat us up
and the rich kids had convertibles
and we had to ride the bus
like the time we made the baseball team,
but they still laughed at us
like the time that girl broke up with me
cause I wasn't cool enough

First day at a new school, hard enough. Being forced to be drive in an extremely expensive BMW with his father who wished he had never been born and brother who wished he were dead, difficult beyond words. He wished Deb hadn't made Dan offer him a ride. He would have been perfectly fine with walking even though he had no idea where he now lived and he didn't know where the school was. He could have figured it out, but "No, Lucas. You don't really want to walk. It's too far away." Luke had a feeling that the only reason she was being so strong about not letting him walk was because he was actually fighting back. He hadn't talked much since he got there. He really didn't have much to say.

They pulled up in front of the school that Lucas was now supposed to be going to. He wondered what would happen if he didn't go into the school. What would happen if he just walked away? What if he waited for Dan to pull away and then went the opposite way of the school? No one would miss him. He was pretty sure that Nathan wouldn't go after him. As a matter of fact, he was sure that Nathan wouldn't go after him. As soon as the car came to a complete stop, Nathan jumped out of the car and went towards a group of people. No "good-bye" to his dad—their dad. No "hey Lucas, since you don't know where anything is and you don't know anybody, let me show you around." Nope, he just got out of the car, slammed the door, and headed off to his friends.


The little things,
little things they always hang around
the little things
little things they try to break me down
the little things
little things they just wont go away
the little things
little things made me who I am today

Lucas thought back to his freshman year of high school (sure it wasn't a long trip down memory lane since it was only last year…). He remembered everything he went through. The bullies, the jocks, the punks, the druggies, cheerleaders, the hippies even. It was so much different than what he had expected. He didn't even know what he expected in life anymore. Nothing ever turned out as he hoped so he sort of just decided to stop hoping. No more hopes and dreams meant no more disappointments. He decided right then and there that he would never rely on anyone for anything ever again. If he started to rely on someone, it just meant that he could actually start to care about them and then they would be able to hurt him.


You wanna hate me now
but I won't stop now cause
I can't stop now...

The people in Nathan's group began to turn and look towards the car that Lucas sat in. He wasn't sure if it was because of something Nathan had said or because of the fact that the car was probably sitting there for longer than it usually did, but he was positive that they were all staring. Lucas finally opened the car door. As he was stepping out, he assumed he would hear a "Nathan's just being a prick. Let me show you where the office is" but nope. He gave one last glance at Dan and he was staring straight ahead. That proved said point. If Luke had relied on Dan to help him out, he would have just gotten disappointed again.

The longer he stayed there standing at the building, the more people stared at him. He identified most of the basic clicks. The bullies, standing around rough housing with either each other or a smaller, weaker kid. The jocks, all wearing identical lettermen jackets. The punks, bearing band name t-shirts, a couple of bands Lucas had heard of before. The druggies, looking like crap and pretty much doing nothing. The hippies, trying to braid each other's hair. The cheerleaders, waving pom-poms in each other's faces. But, one of the cheerleaders caught his eye. She was staring at him with beautiful eyes. He quickly broke the intent stare they shared, remembering his before mentioned new rule. He guessed he'd have to find the main office for himself.