A/N: Hey guys. Sorry that took so long. We went to Tennassee for a week for this competition thingy, and it's a long story, so just bear with me and enjoy the chapter. Hopefully it will turn out pleasingfull. Or some other invented word that a five year old girl would say.

Word of the Day: Spinifex - Any of several Australian grasses with tiny seeds or stiff, sharp leaves.

Why do we name our grass? Like, really...it's just the green shit that grows in our lawns. I don't really give a damn if my grass is Kentucky Blue or...California Purple, or whatever other grasses there are. It's grass, people...just chill.

Chapter 4: An Anthem for the Losers

Blair's POV

"Mason...uh...earth to Mason...Hey! Helen Keller!" I suddenly snapped out of my trance-like state, having been lost in those little hazel orbs. Mikey was waving an impatient, bony hand in front of my face, and snapping his fingers in pathetic attempts to get my attention.

"Sorry..." I said slowly, shaking my head as though to clear it. "I guess I just zoned out for a minute there." I set the book I had been holding down on Mikey's bed, and stood up, giving a manly stretch. Mikey gave a short laugh.

"Anyways, it's probably almost time for dinner. You wanna head down with us, Gerard?" Gerard nodded, and grinned at me again. He had this big, toothy smile that lit up his whole face. Mikey turned to me quickly, "Hey, that is, if you want to eat with us..." he said, hopefully. I opened my mouth to say of course, but then, an image of Frank popped into my head.

"Uhhh...I would love to-er-that'd be cool...man. But, I already told someone I would eat with them tonight." I said, stumbling over my sentence while tring to keep myself from saying anything that sounded too girly. They both shrugged.

"Hey we can probably eat all together, if you don't mind." Gerard suggested. "I mean, as long as you didn't promise one of those first class dickheads, I'm sure we could work it out." I snorted.

"Yeah...'cause I would really want to spend my dinner talking about pocket protectors and how to properly clean your tie, and protect it from flying mashed potatoes." They both looked confused for a moment.

"What are you talking about?" Mikey questioned, arching his eyebrows. I paused.

"Oh...I haven't told you about that, have I? It was no big deal. I just crash-landed my mashed potatoes onto some weirdo's brand new tie at the lunch thingy." Gerard started to laugh.

"Oh, I can just imagine that." he said, grinning that mysteriously, dark humor grin again. "Way to go." He stuck out his hand for a high-five. There was an awkward delay as I registered what exactly he was doing. And then I go in for the kill, and skid off the corner of his hand, totally lose my balance, and smack my head into a bedpost. Way to go, Blair. Now you have actual proof of your stupidity. And by proof, I mean the large gouge that should be embedded into your skull by now.

I just groaned, and rubbed my forehead, trying to shake off the embarrassment. Guys don't get embarrassed, Blair, I told myself over and over again. Mikey started laughing hysterically.

"Allright, lets see if we can make it down to the dining hall before you kill yourself or one of us." He grabbed me by the shoulders and pushed me out of the room. "You are a real moron, you know that, Mason?" Mikey told me teasingly, walking a bit ahead of me and Gerard. Gerard grinned and then leaned in to whisper:

"Yeah, he should talk. Just last week, he fell down a set of escalators at a mall right into an old woman. She actually started beating him with her bag." I snorted.

"Hey..." Mikey grumbled, "I heard that."

The dining hall was buzzing with talk as we entered through the big double doors and into the chaos. All around us, boys in uniforms sat, chatting noisily, at the big, long tables. The teacher's table was at the head of the hall, crowded with old, crotchity men, and strict looking women who had shirt collars so high up, you'd think they were being submitted to some kind of cruel neck torture.

It looked like some sort of chicken was on the menu. Huge platters of it sat at certain points on the table, surrounded by bowls of soggy steamed vegetables, and baskets of stale bread. Yum...can't wait to dig in. I suddenly spotted Frank sitting alone in a rather empty section of a table. It was almost as though he had some sort of impenatrable force field around him. There was not a person in sight withing at least ten feet of him in all directions.

"There's my friend...er my man." I said, lowering my voice to a manly hum and pointing in Frank's direction. I started to walk to his table, and then turned to beckon to them to follow. Unfortunately, I didn't know that a certain asshole was right behind me. That blonde beach boy from this morning stood tall and proud, puffing out his chest. I cringed at the sight of him. His glowing perfection and that jerk-aura that simply emanated from him was just too much.

"Oh it's you again." he said rather angrily. "What're you gonna dump on me this time, pussy?" I gave a short, annoyed laugh.

"Nice cologne..." I said calmly. "I can smell across the hall. What's it called? Eau de Dipshit?" I gave a little smirk, and then turned to join Gerard and Mikey who were looking on in contentment. "Come on," I grabbed Mikey's arm, "lets go socialize with someone who's not a total prick." I jumped to land right behind Frankie, and tapped him on the shoulder. He whipped around.

"Oh, hey..." he said, catching sight of the other two.

"Mind if I bring some friends?" I asked, gesturing to them. He just grinned.

"Anything to take up seats so I don't have to have one of them anywhere near me." We all laughed and sunk down wherever. Frank's plate was loaded up with air, him being a vegetarian, and not having much of a desire to eat vegetables with the consistency of some foreign fungus.

"Doesn't dinner look delicious?" I said sarcastically, holding up a roll that had been burned to resemble a volcanic rock. I chucked it down the table and watched it bounce off some poor, clueless guy's head. We all laughed, and acted as though nothing had happened as he looked around in confusion. Suddenly, I heard the somewhat familiar rumble of Ray's voice from behind me. I turned and saw him standing there, looking more like a giant than ever, towering over of me.

"Hope you don't mind. I brought company." He pointed behind him. An adorable guy with slightly chubby cheeks, and a sort of teddy-bear like build stood a little behind Ray. He had strawberry blond hair that was spiked up into some sort of fo-hawk that actually suited him and his crystal blue eyes. He seemed a little shy, and a little quiet.

"Yeah, it's fine." Frankie said, "Mason brought extras too." He pointed to Gerard and Mikey again, who both smiled.

"I'm Ray Toro," Ray introduced himself, "and this is my room-mate Bob...er...what was your last name?"

"Bryar. Bob Bryar." The adorable dude piped up.

"Yeah...And, I guess you already met Frankie. Great...now we get to eat food." He sat down at the table and glanced at the chicken. "Nevermind...no one gets to eat." Bob sat down awkwardly next to me, looking a little nervous.

"Mason..." I stuck my hand out, and he shook it tentatively. Suddenly, a loud group of guys passsed our table, laughing. One of them purposely shoved right into Bob, who got jerked forward right into a dish of soggy green beans.

"Whoops, sorry. Guess I didn't see you there. I have a hard time noticing outcasts." the guy said, smirking triumphantly. Frankie suddenly shot up from where he was seated.

"Sorry, we're trying to eat some shit here, so if you don't mind, could you come back later so we can make fun of your sweater vest?" He said angrily, brandishing a fork.

"You little assholes need to learn some manners." The guy said, pushing Bob again so that the whole bowl tipped over and spilled into his lap.

"That's it, you asked for it." Frank barred his teeth and launched a greasy chicken wing at the guy's face. It smacked him square in the center of his forehead.

"Lucky for you, we won't have to worry about brain damage, seeing as there's nothing in there to damage." Frank said proudly, sitting back down again and folding his hands jauntily.

"Little faggot." the guy said, scooping up a handfull of beans that had been spilt onto the table, and launching them in Frank's direction. Of course, since I'm so lucky and all, my face was soon submerged in soggy bean juice. Lovely.

"Hey, what are you doing going and hitting him for?" I heard Gerard say angrily, blinded by the beans. There was the shuffling sound of someone getting out of a chair, and then the clatter of dish. I wiped the slime from my eyes, just in time to see the basket of bread go flying right into the dudes face. By now some of his friends had come to back him up, and were arming themselves with veggies and mashed potatoes. Lets not forget the apple pie for dessert. We stood in straight lines on either side of the table, holding various food-weapons, poised at the ready. No one moved. No one spoke. We were almost waiting for someone to initiate the fight.

Seeing as no one moved a muscle, I finally grabbed my platter of greasy chicken bi-products and climbed ontop of the wooden table. "Umm...I'm not really sure how you start a food fight, but I saw this in a movie once..." I said, thinking. "THIS... IS... SPARTA!" And I launched a leg of chicken at the opposing army. And the food flew. Potatoes whizzed past my face, vegetables skidded across tables, bowls hit the stone floor with large clatters. More than once, I was hit with various edibles, but I launched my items back twice as fiercely. Suddenly, a loud voice bellowed through the hall.

"Stop!" Without thinking, whipped around, in mid-throw, and watched a particularily large piece of chicken hit Headmaster Kirk in the jaw. A silence like no other filled the room. I shrunk back immediately, hiding in the shadow of Ray's big form as I waited for the explosion. "Just...what...do...you THINK YOUR DOING?" he bellowed. I cringed. "All of you...in my office! Now!" I looked at Frank, and then at Gerard. They both looked at me. I mouthed the word 'sorry', and started to trudge in the direction Headmast Kirk was pointing.

We were halfway to the double doors when I noticed the jerks weren't following. "Hey, what about them?" I said suddenly, pointing earnestly at them.

"I'll deal with them later. For now, it looks like you guys were the instigators of that fight. They were simply defending themselves.

"What?" I exclaimed. "They're the ones that-" He cut me off by raising his hand so that it was right in front of my face.

"I think you should let me do my job, Mr. Foster. So if you would, please just remain quiet and escort yourself to my office." I couldn't believe this! He was actually making us out as the culprits. What had our world become, that it bowed to the wishes of bleach-blonde snots who complained to their mommy's and daddy's about not having a new car, and then shoved kids into green bean bowls for no good reason? Sure, then scenario isn't exactly everyday, but it's something like that. Our society is one fuc-ked up system.

"Don't worry," Ray whispered to me, "We'll figure out some way to get them back. We always do." I just grinned and continued my walk, feeling a little like I was on death row, and was walking those final steps. What a lovely school environment!

We were all seated in an orderly fashion, in green, squashy chairs in front of Headmaster Kirk's desk. He adjusted his silver name plaque sitting on the desk, and then stared at us in a glare only equivalent to a pedophile's. I squirmed in my chair, nervous under his beady eyes. The room was filled with silence that hung thick in the air. How did they handle punishments around here? Was it like in nun times where they'd beat you with wooden paddles on the butt. Or did they hang you? The electric chair? Finally, he spoke.

"I don't know what you boys were thinking, starting a fight like that on the very first day. Do you have no respect at all?" We all opened our mouths angrily to defend our situation, but he would hear nothing of it, continuing on in a raised voice. "That was very irresponsible of you all. You ought to be ashamed."

"Hey..." Frank piped up feriously, "They pushed a friend of our into a dish of beans. I was just teaching THEM a little respect." The headmaster shook his head in a dissappointed way.

"Retaliation is never the answer, Mr. Iero." he said, pronouncing Frank's last name like ee-row, instead of eye-eer-oh.

"You said my last name wrong..." Frank grumbled, glaring. Apparently the misspronunciation of his last name was a bit of a pet peeve.

"Whatever the case, you boys have all earned a detention tommorow in my office at dinner hour." Headmast Kirk continued. He almost grinned, as though hoping we'd be dissappointed that we got to miss some more of the cafeteria's nasty "food". "Now why don't you all return to your rooms for the rest of the night. That way, we won't have to worry about any more trouble." We all looked at eachother, completely pis-sed off with the way he had treated us, and stood up from the uncomfortable chairs. "Wait just a minute, Mr. Foster. I would like a word with you."

We all froze when he called me back. I looked nervously at them all.

"Hey, it'll be alright..." Gerard said quietly. "We'll wait for you at the top of the stairs." I nodded, and they left the room, leaving me alone with...gulp...Kirk. He outstretched his hand, beckoning for me to sit down in a chair again. I walked numbly over and plopped down, fidgiting awkwardly as I waited for him to say something. When he didn't, I raised my eyebrows.

"I expected more out of you, Mason." He said, sitting down as well and leaning back in his chair. His quaff hair wiggled a little. I felt my eye twitch. "The others have been trouble-makers from the very start, but you seemed like a genuinly good kid." He smiled cheesily, showing his gap. "I really want you to get associated with some more responsible kids. He nodded his head, and suddenly his hair tilted to the side. He had a wig! I felt my eyes bug out. He didn't appear to notice it, and simply continued.

"I mean...aim for kids who care about their grades, and whether they get expelled or not." He gave his signature cheap laugh, though I found it hard to focus on anything but the fact that his wig was now on the side of his face.

"Mmm...hmmm..." I said absent-mindedly, my bugging eyes following his gradually slipping wig.

"I just want you to succeed, Mason." He winked creepily at me. "Now...go on and go back to your room. I'll see you tomorrow night." He grinned, and I shot from my chair without a word and exited the office, slamming the door. Clarette was sitting at her desk, shuffling through some photos. She looked up as I stumbled away from the door.

"Mason?" she asked, surprised. "What are you doing here, darling?" I shivered.

"He has a...the quaff...his head...bald!" I stuttered, twitching. She looked confused, as I pointed frantically at my head. Then she burst out with a melodic laugh.

"You found out his secret? What an awful wig, too." she said humorously. "I heard about the food fight, but I thought I saw the rest of the boys head back." I nodded and told her he had called me back in. She raised her eyebrows. "Yes...he does seem to fancy certain students. Treats them specially. Like sons, almost." She said, thoughtfully, brushing strands of her blonde hair away from her face. "Well, have a good night, darling." And she returned to flipping through the photographs. I was about to leave when I spotted her shoes. Cute little purple heels with a bow with a button in the middle on the tip.

"No way, I love your shoes!" I said suddenly. "I have a pair just like them at home!" I smiled, huge, reminiscing back to my closet. She furrowed her eyebrows. It took me a minute to catch what I had just burst out with.

"I mean...my girlfriend left them there...you know...my... super hot girlfriend." I thought for a minute. Why would a girl leave her shoes at my house? I gulped...er...guys liked...food...and sex...they liked sex. "You know...after she made me...nachos. And I banged her." There was complete and total silence. "Well, bye!" And I ran from the office, straight out the door, and directly up the stairs. Frank was leaning casually against the railing, with Ray sitting on the step below him. Mikey and Gerard were sitting on the same step, with Bob standing awkwardly behind them.

"There you are!" Frank exclaimed, raising his hands in the air. "What were you doing in there? Having a three-some with the French secretary?" He asked jokingly.

"Don't even tease about that..." I said, shuddering over-dramatically. "He really looked like a rapist. Oh!" I exclaimed at the end. "Guess what? He has a wig...It kept falling off when he was talking." They all started laughing hysterically.

"How bald was he?" Mikey asked, struggling to catch his breath.

"Mr. Clean bald!" I said excitedly, clutching my sides. After we all calmed down, everyone climbed to their feet.

"Me and Mason are on the second floor." Frank said.

"I'm rooming with Mason, so...second floor for me too. What about you, Gerard?" Mike asked as we shuffled up the stairs.

"Second, too. Room...er... 209." Gerard said, hesitating to remember his room number.

"Hey, I'm 211!" Frank said excitedly. "And I'm rooming with a total asshole!" He said this with a smile on his face, which made me laugh. "You have a girly laugh, Mason..." Frank said suddenly, grinning.

"Haha..." I laughed nervously. "You don't say..." I looked away, my face screwed up with nerves. Ray left us at our landing, Bob trailing behind him, giving a small wave paired with his adorable smile.

Everyone said goodbye to Gerard as we reached 209. He turned around and flashed that special grin. It felt like he was looking right at me with those stunning hazel eyes, and my breath caught in my throat. And then his messy head of black hair had retreated into his room. It happened faster than any moment, but yet it seemed to run in slow-motion at the same time. Then, me and Mikey left Frank at his room, and we continued down to our own.

"That was an interesting first day back. I've been coming here since freshmen year, but never have I had so much fun." He grinned widely, slipping his key into the lock and twisting. He threw himself onto his bed and stretched, yawning. "Hey Mason, what house are you in?" he asked suddenly, sitting up and narrowly missing banging his head on the rim of the bunk.

"B, what about you?" He groaned.

"Shit, I'm in A. No big deal, I guess. We'll still see eachother plenty." I brought up the fact that both Frank and Ray were in A too, hoping to cheer him up. He did seem a little brightened by the fact that he had SOME nice people in his house, at least. Even if they didn't know eacother very well, they seemed to get along at the very least. "Yeah...they seem cool. Nice..." he said thoughtfully. Then a thought popped into my head.

"So...er...which house is Gerard in?" I asked, trying to sound casual, but shifting nervously all the same.

"Not sure. But he's a senior, so it doesn't make a difference for us. He'd be in a different House A or B anyways." This brought my spirits down just a tad. I was hoping to be able to get to know him a little better. Oh well...its not like there was anything I could do about it.

"Sounds like I'm all alone in my house, then..." I said rather forlornly. Mikey stood up and patted me on the shoulder as he made his way to the sink and took off his glasses to clean them.

"Don't worry, I'm sure you'll make it out alive. Hey, maybe that Bob guy is in your house." I nodded. He seemed like a nice guy, but just a little quiet for my taste. Oh well...it would be nice to have at least one nice person in my House, regardless of who it was. "I think I'm gonna get into my pajamas and then watch a movie or something. I brought my laptop." Mikey said, proceeding to rummage through his bag. I nodded. He suddenly started to take off his shirt and belt. Whoa! I stumbled back, attempting to shield my eyes. "You okay?" he asked as I banged into a chair, and toppled over it, backwards.

"Yeah..." I said, jumping to my feet. "I've uh...gotta go to the bathroom." I grabbed my pile of pajamas off the top on my bunk and dashed from the room. When I finally got to the bathroom, it was empty. I sighed in relief. I ran into a stall, and started to put on my pajamas, leaving the bandages in place. It was just Devon's Metallica shirt from a few days ago and some superhero sweatpants. They had every Marvel superhero EVER on it some place or another. Suddenly my phone started to ring Wasabi, so I knew it was Mag. I looked around to avoid danger, knowing that whenever she called, I would do something klutzy like spill mashed potatoes on someone's tie. "Hello..."

"Hola, Como estas?" Maggie said with a Mexican accent. I rolled my eyes. Ahh...highschool Spanish. What have you done to us?

"Estoy bien, gracias, y tu?" I said back, lowering the toilet seat so I could sit on it.

"Eh...bored. I've got nothing to do. How'd the first day go?" I thought my day over. It was pretty much totally un-summerizable.

"Ummm...interesting?" I said almost questioningly, trying to describe it accurately. "I mean...we got here, I dumped potatoes on some douche bag's tie. Then I met this guy named Frank, and then I met Ray. Then I met my roomie, Mikey, and then...then I met Gerard." I paused for a second. "Er...and then Bob, and then we started a food fight, I got in trouble, and I found out that Kirk wears a wig. It was a nice day..." There was a long silence on the other end.

"Okay then...My day was just a teensy bit less action-packed. Basically, I fed the little nuggets applesauce, wiped their asses, and then ate all the double fudge icecream in the freezer while watching Superbad after I put them to bed." Maggie said, filling me in on the details of her little nugget-sitting adventure.

"Eh...we can't all start food fights..." I said. "But yeah...at least no one suspects that I'm a girl. I mean...not that I know of, anyway. I guess maybe the secretary might think I'm gay, but..."

"So, got any information on their little...plot yet?" I groaned.

"Mag, it's only the first day. It's not like they're just gonna randomly walk up to me and feed me information. I've got to do a little snooping, but not tonight." Maggie sighed heavily.

"Well, then what are you doing tonight that's so important?" she questioned impatiently.

"Umm...tonight... WE DINE IN HELL!" I said, playing off of the first thing that popped into my head. My sleep-deprived, sugar driven, possibly concussed head.

"Did you hit your head again, Blaire?" Maggie asked, only half joking. I felt my neck shrink down into my shoulders.

"Maybe..." I muttered quietly, looking down at my bare feet. Maggie sighed.

"Well...you have fun dining in hell, and don't forget to bring the potato salad. I'm going to go pee and then play some Zelda on my freaking bitchin' Game Cube. Goodnight my love..."

"Goodnight...May the force be with you, young grasshopper." I said...ready to hang up the phone.

"I said I'm playing Zelda, not Star Wars. God...bitch..." Maggie joked. And with that, the line went dead. I rolled my eyes and stood up from where I had seated myself on the toilet seat that was probably infected with herpes by now. I will never understand the inner workings of that girl's mind.

I finally washed my face just a little, and then began to trudge back to the room. Slipping my key into the lock, I entered the now dark room. I was about to say that I was back when I heard a voice.

"No...no...you can't just rip her away from her family like that. It's just...so...cruel!" I heard Mikey's sobbing voice from around the corner. I poked my head in and flicked on the lights. He suddenly straightened up, and wiped his eyes, putting on a straight face.

"Oh...hey, Mason. I was...er...just watching Terminator. Yeah..." He said quickly, adjusting his laptop so that I couldn't see the screen. I spotted a DVD case for Memoirs of a Geisha laying on the floor by his bed.

"Yeah...Arnold Schwarzenegger's performance really brought me to tears, too." I said sarcastically, climbing into my bunk. "Goodnight, Mikey."

"Yeah...night, Mason." I sat there for a minute, trying to get used to how wierd it felt to have someone calling me Mason all the time instead of Blaire. Well, really, I was just trying to get used to how it felt to have my boobs taped down, but the other thing sounds more civilized...

A/N: Heya! Delay in my plan for weekly updates. I'm a slacker, and I'm proud of it. I think I'll get that as a bumper sticker someday. Hope you all enjoyed it. Again, I'm taking requests for any chapters.

I am in love with movies about highscool and boarding schools. They are excellent. A few of my favorites are: The Dead Poets Society (Excellent...funny, and tragic), St. Trinians (the new movie was stupid, but enjoyable. I personally like the old series better.), The Breakfast Club, Ten Things I Hate About You...the list goes on. Heh...see ya guys next time.

Love and Burnt Toast,

MurderingxMyxTeddyxBear

Song of the Week: Beautiful by Christina Aguilera. (That song is so pretty. It makes me feel empowered. Grrr! And I love the music video. It's so extremely versatile in the people. There's a nerdy girl(who is REALLY pretty in my eyes, actually), a kid that is trying desperately to get muscley, girl tired of fashion magazines, a cross-dresser, a gay couple, a teen with rebellious, non-comformative clothes, a girl with an eating disorder. It's never ending.) Christina, you made my week with this rather old, but VERY good song.)