It took Evan several hours that night to settle his swirling thoughts. When his mind finally drifted off to dream land, his alarm clock blared loudly and continued to do so until the groggy teen slammed a hand against the annoying object. Rising from bed reluctantly, he rubbed the crust from his half lidded eyes.

Groaning and mumbling a string of curses, Evan pushed himself from the warm comforts of his bed to go and ready himself for school. Just by the way he felt he knew today was going to be "one of those days."

Body clothed, hair done, and teeth cleansed, the almost sickly looking teen hopped down the stairs to make some breakfast.

Entering the kitchen he was greeted by the sight of his mother cleaning some left over dishes from last night, or possibly some dishes that dad made this morning on his way to work. His bets were on the latter.

As he looked at the dining table he saw a bowl of his favorite cereal was already made, waiting just for him. He smiled. "Thanks mom. Ya didn't have to..."

Jessica turned to smile a mothers warm and gentle smile. "Anything for my baby boy." Giving her said baby boy a once over, her face contorted into concern. "Are you alright, Evan? You don't look to well."

Brushing off the comment, Evan seated himself in front of his cereal. "I'm fine.." Mumbling, he took his first bite of Captain Crunch.

Though he said this, Jessica didn't seem to convinced. "Well...if you say so baby. But if you're not feeling well you can always stay home." One of the many reasons he loved his mom, he could just cough and she would allow him to stay home and rest.

Now if he were still a student of his old high school he would have stayed, no doubt about that. But now he had actual friends to look forward to going to school for, friends that he made on the first day of school. Maybe those cheesy chick flick movies weren't so stupid after all?

"I'm fine, really. Just, my minds in a bit of a haze today."

With a reply of- "Alright baby." Jessica went back to her task at hand.

Once Evan had finished his bowl he picked it up and went to the sink to wash it, but since his mom was in the process of dishes already she decided to wash it herself. "I could of did that for ya." He pouted softly as his mother, in his eyes, babied him.

"Oh. It's alright, I was doing it anyway." She reassured. "Quick question, you want me to take you to school or would you rather take the bus?"

Evan looked at the clock. 6:30 it read in bright green coloring. He would have to leave soon to catch up to the bus, but if his mom took him he could easily catch a few more Z's before actually having to be present. "Can you take me please?"

There was that smile again. "Of course." She gently kissed his forehead before Evan set off to rest on the couch for a bit.

Such a sweet women... How the hell did she end up with a man like Derek...?

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Ok so trying to fall asleep for a bit longer just made everything worse. They really should make a rule book for teens. Rule number 16: When you wake up for school, stop being a wussy and just go! Trying to sleep for longer periods of time side affects include- headaches, zombification, and failed comprehension of the English language. Yeah, now there's something teens would pay their good hard earned money for!

As he walked through the front doors of the school his eyes roamed until they landed on a specific table. A table that seated his two friends John and Randy.

"Wow, you look like shit man." John stated bluntly as Evan strolled over to their table.

"Really, John?" Randy muttered as he gave his boyfriend a very bemused expression.

"Hardly got any sleep last night." John gave him that same look he'd given him yesterday when they dropped him off. But still, he said nothing. "I should be fine a bit later though." He hoped.

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Well not in second hour, Sociology class just seemed to make everything worse. There Evan was in his seat, with the same greened eyed teacher from before, and he could do nothing but stare stupidly at his desk as Edge explained today's goals.

"Alright then class lets start off our first lesson off with a question. Who here knows just what exactly Sociology is?" Edge frowned as his eyes landed on Evan, he knew some students wouldn't necessarily be fascinated in learning this subject, but the boy could have least had the decency to ACT like he was just the least bit interested. "Bourne..."

At first Evan didn't even to much as flinch at the sound of his name. That is until John jabbed his friend in the side to get the distracted teen's attention. "Dude what! ….Oh..." All the student's looked at him. His skin felt hot as he hunched lower into his seat.

"Can you please explain to the class and myself just what Sociology is?" Edge repeated the question, crossing his arms he waited patiently for the others reply.

"It's just...um just the plain study of people, right?" Nice to know he was able to at least understand that.

"That's the main gist of it, yes. Sociology is the study of society's values, beliefs, material objects, language, and rules of conduct. The understanding of just why people do what they do. Why some things may be right in other countries but may be wrong in the eyes of others." As he explained he grabbed a pile of papers that laid in a neat pile a top his, nicely arranged, desk. "There is one concept here in America that confuses both genders no matter the age. Love. It makes us do crazy things. But who gets hurt more in the process? Women or men? Show of hands how many of you think Women?" To say the least the majority raised their hand just as the question passed his lips. Typical. "Well what would you say if that's not the case?" All boys seemed to get confused over the question. Not the case? "I've got an article here-" All students stared at the paper he held in his hands. "That I would love for you to read." He began passing out the articles to each divided row. "It's basically about a sociologist who did a study on the break ups of couples, and would you believe it would bother men more then women? Does anyone think they know why?"

"Because they're most likely gay!" The class erupted in laughter, minus three very unhappy students and displeased Edge.

"Not necessarily... Now you're all either seniors or juniors in this class, so about seventeen or eighteen correct? So I am to speculate that you have all had some sort of significant other problems. Now women if they cry will anyone look down on them for it? Will they have to fear of some sort of "reputation" they have to uphold? In our eyes they are just being women. They cry to get their feelings out, they can hug their best friend and eat a tube of ice cream cuddled under a nice warm blanket next to them. Men on the other hand, we have to hold up our pride. We can't cry because if we do then we will be laughed at by our peers, our masculinity would be shot down wouldn't it? And we definitely can't go home with our best pal and cuddle under a warm blanket with a tube of ice cream, watching Days of Our Lives all while talking about our "feelings"."

Well, that did make a lot of sense. A mans pride was all they had.

"Is it just me...or does everyone wish they had a vagina right now?" All eyes turned accusingly to John. "What! Not like you guys weren't thinking it! Eating a tube of ice cream while watching Days of Our Lives without being judged! Come on who's NOT game for that!"

Edge cracked a smile at the hyperactive boy. "As much as I love hearing about how much you wish to be a woman Cena, I would like for you all to begin reading and answer the questions on the back of the page. Once finished please turn them into me."

"...So is that your teacher talk for you wish you had the almighty vagina too?"

"Cena..."

"Sorry! Sorry.."

Evan chuckled at his friends behavior before setting his sights back to the "love" article.

A Young Man's Lament: Love Hurts!

Well anyone could have said that!

(According to the pop-cultural standards, a women may be a lioness in the workplace and an indomitable social force, but when it comes to love, she's a delicate flower, dependent on regular spritzing of romance.)

Oh god what was he reading! At first girls are like Wonder Women or some shit and then when love gets added into an equation their an emotional wreak? Well, who was he to judge, it's not like he's ever been in love. Sure he's dated but he never went as far to say something like love. He was never gonna say that particular word unless he truly meant it. Wait...what the hell! Just one lousy sentence and he's already thinking like his own personal love guru.

"Bourne?"

"Huh?" Snapping out of his daze he looked up to lock eyes with none other than Edge.

"We have a few minutes left in class, and it seems you haven't even read a single line." Evan bit his lip and looked down at his paper. Had he really been out of it for that long? "Hmm. Please see me after class for a few moments if you would Bourne." With that, Edge walked the rest of the aisles to check the progression of his other students.

And after class, Evan did just that.

"I'll wait for ya in the hallway." John smiled weakly at his friend. Patting his back reassuringly, he made his way out of the class room.

"You know Evan, if you don't like my class then you may feel free to drop if you wish." Well that's what you call not pussy footin' around.

"It's not that...it's just...well I don't hate you or anything it's just I don't much care about learning about people."

"Is there a reason for this loathing of people?"

"That's nobody's business."

Holding up his hands in defense, Edge looked at his student with complete understanding. "Ok Evan. I won't ask such a question again. My apologies, but if you still wish to take part in my class then you'll at least need to put some effort into it. Who knows maybe you'll get a new found understanding of people once this semester comes to an end."

Though very doubtful, Evan still nodded his head solemnly.

"Also, if you don't mind me asking, is everything alright with you? You don't look very well."

The man's words were laced with concern. That's normal, a teacher concerned for their students well being, but damn his heart as it skipped at Edge's tone.

"I'm just peachy." Sadly the words came out more venomous then intended. "I'll see you tomorrow teach, I promise I'll be better then." Slinging his backpack over his shoulder, he marched out of the room.

Edge sighed. "I hope so."

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Lunch time! Thank god! Maybe this will finally make him feel better.

"I swear man Mr. Calloway is a friggen awesome teacher! He may be big, and musclely, and...scary...BUT he did this awesome eyeball rolling behind his head thing and I swear I think I flipped shit!"

"Like your doing now?" Evan teased his friend as he munched happily on the schools freshly cooked spaghetti noodles.

"Well look who's decided to come back from the dead; and here I was thinking my comedic genius wasn't working."

"That can't ever possibly be the case! You, my dear friend, are hilarious."

"Why thank you Evan, I very much indeed blow the roof off of this school fo'sho!"

"Hey, broski!"

What the? Evan turned to catch a boy running toward them, well preferably John. He had squared face with very gelled spiked up hair, big Kanye West type sunglasses shielded his eyes, and he had the largest smile he'd ever seen on a human being.

"Hey man whats up?" John asked politely as he punched the boys knuckles with his own.

"Listen, I've been lookin' all over for ya bro. I was beginning ta think ya were hiding on me."

"How can I do that to you? We're broski's for life right?"

"Woo woo woo you know it!"

They both shared a nice laugh before John finally caught on to Evan's confusion. "Hey Zach, I'd like ya to meet my bestie Evan. Evan this is my "bro" Zack."

"Hey how's it going bro?"

"I'm good." Evan extended his hand in a gesture to shake the others.

"Nah bro!" Taking Evan's hand he made it into a fist so he could punch knuckles with him as well. Though Even should feel special, he got little sound effects with his knuckle punch.

Well, to say this kid had a few screws loose would be a bit of an understatement. "Be right back." Grabbing his lunch tray, Evan walked silently over to the trash bin to dump out any excess food.

"Well, it's nice to see you once again."

Evan held in a groan at the recognizable British accent, instead he went with glaring with as much spite he could muster.

"Aw come on, lets not make that face? I just wanted to ask how your first day went." That mocking smirk begged to differ.

"My first day was pretty good here. Got to meet new people, try new things like screw your mom in the janitors closet. Was she still able to deliver your balls? She told me that while she was here but I can't for the life of me remember if they were dropped or not do to our animalistic love making...talk again then maybe I'll have my answer."

"Well aren't we the clever one." The rise in the Brit's voice was an easy indication to his growing rage.

"I try."

"Hey bud, just thought I check up on you and- oh Wade! Hi! Ugh sorry didn't see ya there I usually tend to not see assholes because of their tendency to be down someones pants." To make an emphasis John grabbed at the hem of his pants to pull on the fabric.

"Listen here Cena, I wasn't talking to the likes of you. Now if you don't mind pissing off I would love to finish my conversation with the Eevee here."

"Oh I see what you did there. He gave me a girls name, even though I'm a boy! HAAAAAA good one!"

At this point they were attracting a lot of attention from students.

"Now listen here-"

One step closer to Evan was all John needed to step in between.

"You will not touch him, you will not talk to him, you're not even fucking allowed to look at him. Now how about you take your happy ass back to your table to your little fuck toy Justin!"

Grey eyes flashed with such intense rage that Evan felt a twinge of fear for the British Prick. Wade pulled back his arm, hand clenched into a tight fist. John refused to move as the fist closed in on his face.

"Dude what the fuck are you-!" In a flash, Wade's hand was knocked to the side. Evan blinked a few times before finally realizing that Randy had intervened.

Randy held Wade by the collar of his shirt, and if Evan though Wade's look was scary, this boys look was like staring at Death in the making.

"If you touch my John, let alone punch him, I will crack your head into this pavement, and I will keep doing it until your head splits into two.

Wade gulped at the image.

"Excuse me! Boys! Is their a problem here!"

Wow that was totally a 3.5 on the rector scale. Wait...wasn't that a woman's voice? Though raspy it was, this was still an all boys school for a reason.

One look at the woman and he automatically understood just why she worked here. You could barley tell the diffrence in gender.

Randy chanced a glanced at the woman before releasing Wade. "Nope...no problem here at all Ms. Guerrero."

True everyone knew it was a lie, but since their was no actual damage done, Ms. Guerrero could do nothing. "If I catch you boys doing anything, ANYTHING, worth getting you kicked out of here for. I will do it. Just give me a reason-."

Refusing to pay attention to her persistent babbling, Randy chose to stare Wade down, who by this time began slinking away inch by inch.

"Bye Ms. Guerrero!" John hollered, interrupting her mid-sentence. Grabbing both Randy and Evan's arm's he dragged both to their original seats.

"Dude bro that was sick!" Zach held up a fist for Randy this time. Who in turn just stared at it for a moment.

"Bro..." He spat the word as if it were a poison. "Never..." Pushing past the bewildered Zach he sat down in his seat once more.

"Not cool bro...not cool at all."