Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

Beep!

"Ughhhh!" Kevin awoke with a start, groaning and arching his back. His clock was the most annoying thing to him in the world. As the clock continued to screech, Kevin rolled over and slammed his fist on the button. The beeping ceased. "Jesus..." Kevin muttered under his breath.

Kevin sat up, his feet thumping against the carpet. He tilted his head back and ran his fingers through his messy, sunset orange hair. "Owwwww," he whined when he accidentally poked his ear. He looked over at his clock to read the time. 5:30 AM. "I swear to God," he grumbled, "I get up too early."

The hallway was dark. Kevin wandered through it with his hands on the walls- he saw terribly in the dark- to reach the bathroom at the end of it. He opened the door and gasped when he saw a cat inside, tearing up toilet paper. "Ugh, Noodles!" Kevin grabbed the cat and tossed him out the room. "Jeez," Kevin growled as he shut the door, "Mom's gonna be all like, 'Why didn't you get the cat out before you went to bed!?' God, Noodles..."

Mornings usually happened like this everyday.

Kevin's shoulders drooped as he searched through his closet for an outfit. "Hmmm... Well, I am NEVER wearing this pink shirt again... um, this green one is too gay looking, I hate friggin' big brown sweaters- Jesus, Mom, why do you still buy clothes for me- uhhh, Emmett's jacket, Jacob's pollo..." Jacob Rankson and Emmett Nickles. Kevin's two best friends since the 4th grade. Kevin always "borrowed" their clothes and then somehow still had them 7 months later. Kevin snickered to himself, "Heh, heh, I'm the best thief ever..."

He yanked out a bright orange shirt with a V-neck, his green trimmed Letterman, his favorite blue jeans, his favorite belt, green converse, and his signature red snapback hat. With his clothes on and his hair combed, he slid his hat over his head, adjusting a few strands of his bangs through the hat's hole in the front. He smiled and tapped the black brim. "Haha, love you, hat."

Sauntering down the stairs, Kevin tripped over a shirt, and book, and what seemed to be his little brother's headphones. "Shit! Fuck! God dammit!" he shouted as he tripped over each item. He stubbed his toe on the last step. "Owwwiee..." he whined as he jumped up and down on one foot while holding the other. "Jesus Christ... freaking steps are out to get me..." he mumbled.

Kevin opened the fridge as he made his way into the kitchen. "Uggghhhh, where's the fooooood?" he moaned groggily. He shut the fridge and sleepily wandered over to the counters and shelves. He found his favorite cereal. He went back to the fridge, got the milk, and poured himself a bowl. He munched it slowly as he looked around the room. He looked at the clock on the microwave. 5:51. "Jeez..." he sighed. He took off his hat and threw in on the couch as he made his way into the living room.

Kevin plopped down on the sofa, his legs spreading out on the floor. "Alright," he grumbled, searching for the remote, "let's watch some The Cleveland Show or somethin'..." Kevin's cat came thumping down the stairway, meowing. "Gah, Noodles, I'll get your soft food in a sec, k?" Noodles cooed in agreement and went down to her litter box.

Kevin searched all through Netflix. "Ehh, nothing looks good, God dammit..." Minutes passed without any success, and Kevin threw the remote down. "Ughhh..." Kevin leaned his head back with his mouth slightly open. He shoved his hands in his Letterman pockets and opened his eyes when he felt something cool and hard.

"Oh yeeeaahhhh, my phone!" Kevin pulled it out and swiped the lock screen. 'Maybe I should text Jake and Emmett and see when they're coming.' Kevin's car only had a few more days left in the shop, since the breaks stopped working, and until then, Kevin was either walking or getting a ride from friends. Which sounded more fun?

Kevin started texting Jacob. 'Hey bitch, when are you comin to get me?'

Kevin crossed his arms in his lap, waiting for a reply. A couple seconds later, he got one. 'Dude dont worry about it k?'

Kevin scoffed. 'Ummmm, it's my JOB to worry about your lazy ass gettin to school.'

'Kev shut up XD'

'Be over soon, alright? I wanna get a hot chocolate at Speed's.'

After finishing up his last text, Kevin decided to go up to his mom's room to find his new school supplies for the year. He quietly opened the door, trying to be his quietest self and not wake up his mother. He stealthily made his way over to his mom's dresser and knelt down. The bottom cupboard was where she kept all her new notebooks, folders, and erasers. Kevin silently opened the cupboard, peered inside, and grabbed all the green notebooks and some assorted colored folders. He held a notebook in his mouth and stuffed the rest in his Letterman and buttoned it up. He rapidly crawled on all fours across the carpeted floor and out of the room without making a peep. Sometimes, Kevin was childish when it came to snatching things.

Grabbing his backpack he bought from Ambercrombie & Fitch, as well as his new black three-ringed binder, Kevin made his way down to the dining room. He sat all his notebooks and folders down on the table with a klunk, and then grabbed a Sharpie from the hutch drawer in the corner of the room. He sat down, fumbling for his school class schedule in his backpack, and began to label his notebooks and folders for his class periods. After he did that, he neatly organized them in his binder, closed the binder, and shoved it in his backpack. He snatched some pencils form the hutch and put them in his bag as well.

"I swear to God," he mused aloud, "I'm the neatest out of all my friends. At least when it comes to school stuff..."

Kevin went into the kitchen to do the dishes. 'Eh... might as well rid mom the trouble of doing them herself.' After putting the last dish in the drainer, Kevin re tied his shoes to make sure they were tight, then sat down on the ground in front of his front door to wait for the sound of Jacob's pick up truck outside. Kevin started to get restless, tapping his foot and chewing his lip. "Come on, it's almost 6:20, dammit..."

Finally, Kevin heard the familiar rumble of Jacob's engine roaring down the street. The engine quieted a little when it stopped in front of his house. One long beep, four short beeps. That was Kevin's signal.

Kevin strode out of his house, locking the door behind him, and made his way to the passenger seat of the truck. "What's up, bitches?" Kevin asked with a smile as he climbed in the truck.

"Nothin' much, how bout you?" Jacob replied as he started the engine back up and drove down the street.

Emmett chimed in from the backseat. "Well, actually, today we did hit a squirrel." Emmett had been in the U.S. for 9 years, yet still had his British accent.

"Oh, my God, seriously?"

"Yup!" Jacob said with a rusty laugh. "Not the first time I hit an animal though, I'll tell you that..." Jacob was a typical hunter/mechanic guy. He wasn't a redneck, just its cousin. Jacob rolled down his window to let the warm air blow through his thick green hair. "Remember that buck I hit last summer when we drove down to Florida?"

"Oh, my God, yes! That was fucking terrible!" Kevin said.

"Bloody Hell, it was," Emmett agreed.

The three boys talked about random things as they made their way to the local convenience store, Speed's. This shop was the main spot for high schoolers to get a bite or a sip to eat or drink on their way to school. Jacob parked in his usual spot in front of the door, his breaks sqeaking.

"Oh, God you're truck's gonna end up like my car," Kevin said with a concerned expression.

Emmett got his hazelnut coffee, Jacob got his ham and cheese sandwich with a soda, and Kevin got his hot chocolate. After paying for their items (and Jacob's Sports Illustrated magazine), the three teens drove themselves to school. Jacob dropped off Kevin and Emmett at the back entrance.

"You guys wait for me in the cafeteria, k?"

"K," the boys answered as Jacob pulled away to park.

Peach Creek High School. The perfect suburban school perfect for a beautiful suburban neighborhood. Its peach colored exterior beamed in the bright sunlight as its windows crunched into the walls and sparkled. The school was very big for a high school and shaped like a cross from an aerial view. The grounds of the school were well kept with brick walkways in the front and back entrance, as well as trees and benches placed all around the property. In a way, it was like a small university.

The trio of boys shuffled inside to find their friends. The cafeteria was packed with people, and the never ending chatter was an anthem for the oncoming school year. After a few minutes of mingling, the first bell rang, signaling the students to get ready for their first periods. Like moths drawn to light, the sea of students were drawn up and down the stairs to their lockers. Freshman wandered with frightened expressions on their faces through the hallways, sophomores looked around seriously as they reacquainted themselves with the building, juniors happily pranced to their assigned hallways, and seniors hustled loudly through the campus. Kevin sipped his hot chocolate as he made his way to his locker, the same one as last year's, in the English wing. He hummed gleefully while figuring the combination with ease, swinging the door open with a hearty ta-da!

"Ow!" someone growled when the locker door smashed him in the face.

"Oops! Sorry, Rolf!" Kevin apologized sheepishly.

"It's fine, Kevin-boy." Rolf was cool with that blue ponytail of his.

Kevin had pretty much memorized his schedule the previous week, but he glanced at it a few times to make sure he had the correct room number. Calculus. Great. Kevin rolled his eyes when he saw the teacher's name. Mr. John Grant. Kevin loved and hated that guy.

"Hey, Kevin!"

"Sup, Kevin?"

"Hey, Kev, how's it goin'?"

Kevin loved being popular. Although he considered himself a normal guy, he couldn't deny that he loved the attention, especially from the girls. Kevin walked with a light step down the Math wing to his classroom. Most of the freshman's lockers were here, and the stares from the little tykes were absolutely adorable. Kevin couldn't help but snicker. He made his way into his Calculus class, gasping dramatically when he saw Mr. Grant.

"Oh, man!" Kevin screamed putting his hands on his head.

"Is that who I think it is!?" the teacher replied just as emotionally. Mr. Grant got up and went to pat Kevin on the back. "Deangle! Is this really the guy who passed my Algebra class his freshman year with a D? No way!"

"Yes it is, Grant!" Kevin laughed. After some more words exchanged, Kevin took his seat. Smiling, the redhead looked around the room. 'Stacy's in my class, Matt, Ethan, Emily... that nerdy girl, Nazz... Jacob!' Kevin waved at his friend and chuckled when Jacob waved back.

Ah, yes, it was going to be a good year. No problems, no worries, nothing unexpected. Everything was going to go smoothly and perfectly. Kevin would graduate with Honors, go to college, and be the star he wanted to be in his dreams. Everything was going as planned.

But then he came.