Another chapter! This one is going to be good, and you will soon start to see a little story unfold. I'm sorry it took me so long to get a chapter out- I have been planning for this story, and now I know exactly what's going to happen for possibly the next ten chapters. I'm just a planner like that.

If you're wondering about why I'm taking so long to get through a day in this story, it's because I like to detail every little moment. So sorry if you think I should speed up. Have patience, my friends.

I think that right now, instead of all the planning and crap, I should just hurry up and write this, for the readers, reviewers, and anyone else who decides to view this story.

So instead of talking some more and making up excuses for my late chapter, on with the story!

After lunch, I wasn't feeling so hot.

Actually, I wasn't feeling well for the rest of the day. I believed that it was all thanks to the one bite of the gray crap at lunch I had taken just out of pure curiosity. And as they said, it killed the cat. Right now, I wouldn't be surprised if I croaked, or came to be with food poisoning. I wasn't so curious anymore, just nauseous.

My next class started the same as the end of lunch- with a queasy stomach.

"Duncan." Mr. Carr gave me a stern look, his eyes peering over the rims of his glasses. "I see you finally decided to join us." Gesturing towards the open seat in the back, I could feel his piercing glare on my back the whole way to the plastic chair.

"Eh, Duncan!"

I froze where I stood, incapable of moving because of being so heavily hit with shock. This couldn't be happening. Not to me. It couldn't be him.

As fate would have it, I turned to see Ezekiel patting the open seat next to him. "Eh buddy! Pretty lucky, us two getting to sit by each other, isn't it?" His gray eyes glistened, and he smiled at me brightly.

"Yeah." I mumbled out grumpily. "Luck." If this was luck, why hadn't I won the lottery yet?

As Mr. Carr went on with his lesson, I stared straight ahead, eyes boring into the chalkboard, but I wasn't actually listening. My head was pounding, and I was pretty damn close to a migraine. I rubbed my temples in pain, holding the bridge of my nose between two fingers. This couldn't all be because of what I ate, could it?

"You know," Ezekiel whispered to me, "You're the first friend I've ever had before, eh." He then blocked my view of the chalkboard with his head, which I pushed away with the back of my hand.

I didn't have the nerve though to deny this 'friendship', as he called it, but I could manage to roll my eyes. "Shocker."

He gave me a knowing glance. "I know, eh? Unbelievable." I bit my lips in sheer annoyance. Apparently sarcasm had no effect on this guy.

I then groaned, setting my chin on the hard desk. It was so cold. I then laid my whole cheek on the side of the desk, feeling my eyes get heavy…

"So, what are you doing after school, eh?" I groaned at the sound of his annoying voice, glaring up at him. Here I am, trying to catch some z's in class, and this asshole has to wake me. "I'm going home to eat some moose. Yup, mom's cooking moose today, eh."

I stared at him, confused. "Um, my after school enrollments and activities have nothing to do with you." I then turned my head back to heading straight forward, but not before blinking a few times to get the sleep out of my eyes. I wondered what Courtney would say about me practically falling asleep in class. Would she be angry? Would she believe me if I told her that my stomach was upset?

Wait. Why did I care what she thought? She certainly didn't seem to care about what I thought. So there was no reason in having to think over my decisions from 'what Courtney might say.' But then, I did want to impress her. Impress her? You don't like her. Anyways, I wasn't sure it possible to impress her. I mean, what else did I have besides sarcastic remarks and rude comments, and of course, my looks (she can act like she doesn't like it, but I know she loves my sexiness). But other than that, I didn't have anything going for me, unless I lied and said I had a fantastic personality.

I didn't care anyway. I was better off staying away from her.

But you can't, can you, Duncan? You know why? Because you like her! You like her!

No, I certainly did not like her. She was an uptight little girl, even if she was hot.

Well, then you guys are perfect! Neither of you have a great personality, and you're both pretty easy on the eyes! Yup, a picture perfect couple.

Picture perfect? I think not. I imagined the family portrait and stopped in mid-thought. It wasn't going to look good. I grimaced psychically; mad at myself for ever trying. Courtney and I would not work, it was fact.

I have become as the wastelands
of unending nothingness
now shall the night things
fill me with their whisperings
and the shadows reveal their wisdom

"Shit." I mumbled, as all eyes went to me. The heavy metal music sprang from my pocket, loud enough to let Mr. Carr glare at me. I took the phone from my pants pocket, opening it. I took a deep breath. "Hello?"

"Duncan!" The voice on the other end screeched through the phone, confirming who was on the other end.

I sighed as Mr. Carr starting towards me. "Hey Screech. What's up?" I heard a few giggles fly through the class. What could I say, he had a weird name. I knew him as nothing else. Mr. Carr rolled his eyes as I said the name.

Screech chuckled a little. "Nothing really, just wanted to invite you to a party on tomorrow! Are you in, Duncan?" Screech's name proved to be the best for him as his voice crackled on the other end. I gave him the nick-name when he first talked to me (as I do with most people), and now he has never told me his real name. He claims that it's the name he was born with.

"Yeah, I'll be there man." Mr. Carr was now standing by my desk, glowering. "Uh, Screech? I gotta go." I pulled the phone away from my ear, but not before Screech could get another word in.

"Dude! Make sure you bring a hot chick!" It rang through the entire classroom, which resulted in a fit of chuckles and laughter from everyone. Everyone except Mr. Carr. I shut the phone, smiling weakly.

Mr. Carr narrowed his eyes at me, snatching the phone. "I'll take this. And for you, Duncan, wipe that grin off your face. And detention tomorrow, two hours, in this room." He walked over to his desk, his gray hair bouncy lightly. Opening a small cabinet in the wood, he dropped to phone in, and smiled at the class. "Does anyone else have a conversation they would like to finish on their phone?" He glanced around, seeing no hands. "No? Good. Now on with the lesson." He stood up, continuing to write on the chalk board as if nothing had happened.

I sighed, rolling my eyes. This was just great. Second day of school, and I already had detention. You're such an idiot. Again, I began to wonder what Courtney would say about this. I shook my violently. You don't care what she thinks, remember?

"Wow," Ezekiel whispered. "You have a cell phone, eh?" He looked shock, surprised, and a bit jealous. "My parents won't let me have one of those until I'm sixteen." He crossed his arms, fuming angrily.

I rolled my eyes, but then thought for a second. "Aren't you?"

"Aren't I what?" He looked at me, tilting his head to the side like a confused dog.

"Aren't you sixteen?"

It was his turn to roll his eyes. "Not in giraffe years." He said it like it was the most obviously plain thing in the world.

My eyes widened, and I laughed. I laughed for the first time in a long time, sincerely, and not from someone else's pain. "You know what?" I told him between chuckles. "You need a nick-name. How does Homeschooled sound to you?" I said sarcastically.

He looked at me, shocked. "Really?" He said. He then wrapped his arms around me. "Gosh, Duncan, you're my best friend."

I looked at his arms in disgusted. "Get. Off. Of. Me." I threatened. His arms went back fast, scared of my tone. "Listen, I got three rules. You don't talk to me unless I ask you too. You never, under any circumstances, touch me." I shuddered, thinking about the previous position I had been in. "And you will absolutely not ever called me nice. I'm not nice." I shot him a look, so he would get the point. "Got it?"

He saluted me. "I got it!"

I leaned back in my chair. "Good."

He then looked towards the teacher, for the first time. I was so happy and relieved to have the little punk off my back. After a few minutes, the bell rang, and I got up from my seat, quickly leaving before Mr. Carr had a chance to give me some stupid lecture. I then heard Ezekiel say on his way out of class, "I got it, best friend."

I scowled. I was wrong. This kid was just like a leech. This would suck the shit out of you and you couldn't get it off. And then you would try to pound it off and kill it, and finally you did, and then you hated yourself for it. I was the kind of person who didn't hate myself for it though. If this kid was trying to stick on me, I would remove him. We weren't friends, and we certainly weren't best friends.

In case you were wondering, I'm only keeping Ezekiel because he is prior to my next few chapters. After that he won't be there anymore. And, Duncan, getting sick? That is prior too.

Sorry for the time it took to get this out. I'm so mad at myself for it!

Dani is bad. Dani promise next chapter be better! Dani swear to readers. This Dani swear.

Okay! R&R please and thank you!