Sorry for any confusion on the previous chapter when it came to what Alois was thinking and what he was saying. I went back and changed it.

Also, I tend to accidentally write 'I' instead of 'Alois' because I'm so used to writing in first person. Tell me if you ever notice it again. That could be confusing, too.

TA-DA~! Here's the next chapter. ;D

BAD KIDS

Chapter 5: Subtle Attraction

Alois Trancy is a short-tempered boy. Naturally, his bad side would emerge after being taunted all day by bullies. He couldn't really be blamed if he fought back and defended himself and his slipping dignity, right?

The entire population had a different outlook on the matter.

"You're flaming. Just look at what you're wearing for Christ's sake! Ridiculous!"

Outraged, Alois scanned himself up and down, not caring if the exceptionally short red shorts, black v-neck shirt, or the endless multi-colored bracelets he was sporting were in any way extravagant.

He purposely ignored the bully, shuffling a few feet down the hallway and trying to retain his composure. This was difficult, however, because he soon he had a group of three, unsatisfied boys following after him

"You're a fucking faggot, aren't you, blondie?"

They wanted to get a rise out of Alois, but he couldn't let them. He would only further disappoint his mother. He wasn't sure if he would be able to look her in the face again and either deny or admit to his wrongdoings. Every time something like this would happen, he'd always find himself sitting in the shower once again, just staring at the drain. A couple of times, he actually fell asleep in there, and his mother had to wake him up.

"You think you're such a badass just because you're constantly sent to the office! What a pathetic, little bitch!"

The bullies were right behind him, but he refused to turn around and retaliate. He refused... or he tried to, at least. Maybe he would've made it out the front doors of the school without landing a punch or two on the boys. Just maybe.

"Did your dad leave because he was ashamed of your gay ass?"

They just had to go there. That was the last straw for Alois. He threw his bookbag against the nearest lockers and pounced on the bully in the middle, both of them falling to the ground. The other two bullies were in shock by Alois' ability to knock down a boy that was more than half his size with ease and simply stood there.

Alois hit the boy straight in the jaw, remarking, "Take that back, or I'll fucking kill you!" A few more punches were brought fourth before he felt the other bullies pulling him up to his feet, then slamming him down against the floor.

He glared angrily at them, scooting back a little before standing up again. The boy he had attacked stood up as well, teaming up with his buddies and pinning Alois to the wall. The blonde struggled to get free from the grip each bully had on his arms.

"Take it back, you inbreds!" Alois screeched, the bully in the middle leaning in so that their faces were only mere inches apart.

"In your dreams, faggot." He whispered into their victim's ear, causing him to shudder and gain enough adrenaline to push the boy to his right away. He lifted his fist and landed another punch on the bully in front of him. He aimed for his gut, and caused no visible damage.

"Nice try." The bully replied to Alois' action, punching him right back in the stomach.

Alois winced in pain, his legs dropping from beneath him. He doubled over on his knees, leaning forward and wheezing like he had asthma while all three bullies laughed uncontrollably at his weak state.

They thought they had finished him for the day, that he was depleted of all his energy and wouldn't be able to fight back anymore. Ultimately, they began to walk away, heading for the exit at the end of the hall.

Alois grunted, stood up again, and took a running dive for any of the bullies that he could catch from behind. He succeed, causing the same bully that he had attacked at first to fall over a second time.

While straddling the boy's back, Alois pulled his head up by his hair, and viciously whispered in his ear, "Nice try." Then, he focused on keeping the bully on the floor so that he would have the upper hand.

Alois had just realized that there was no crowd gathering around them, no teachers trying to break up their fight, and he became unnerved, thinking that they were the only four left in the whole school. He knew that if that was the case, these guys would kill him for real.

Attempting to hold back his fear, he gulped, his attention still lingering on the bully beneath him. He suddenly got up, flinging the boy over onto him back, and grabbing him by the collar of his jacket.

Out of the corner of Alois' eyes, he could see the other two boys running down the rest of the hallway and exiting the school. For a brief moment, he wondered why. But just as he placed his fist in midair, ready to hit the remaining bully across the face, his arm was grabbed by someone. He swung around, seeing an alarmed Miss Marsha.

All of a sudden, he was being dragged away from the bully, Miss Marsha tugging him by the hem of his shirt. She was angry. He could tell.

As soon as the door to her office slammed shut, she ordered Alois to sit down, and she went to her desk, took out her cell phone, and for the millionth time that year, dialed his mother's number.

"I can't believe you're doing this to me again, Alois! I'm sick of it!"

Alois listened to his mother yell at him, obviously pissed off at the fact that he had gotten into another brawl with upperclassmen.

This woman wasn't the one that Alois desired to speak with. It was good thing for him that he had an appointment with Dr. Faustus that day. He would vent to him if he felt like it. If he didn't, then his therapist would be out of luck.

They pulled up to Dr. Faustus' office, the car wheels screeching on the pavement as they parked. Alois' mother turned off the engine and sat there, unmoving. Alois wondered why his mother wasn't getting out of the car. Were they supposed to sit there all day or something?

"Go." Was the only thing she had to say to him.

Being shocked was the least of how Alois felt. It was as if his mother was leaving him for good, and he suddenly panicked, pictures of himself alone forever running through his mind.

"What are you waiting for?" She asked, not bothering to meet eyes with her son. She was just that irritated from the trouble he brought.

Not wanting to upset his mother any further, Alois opened the car door and left her there, the steam probably bellowing out from her ears.

His footsteps leading to the front door were quick and loud, and the moment he stepped foot into the dim sanctuary, he felt like he was going to throw up. He was terrified that his mother wouldn't come back to pick him up.

Then his therapist walked in the room, and everything Alois felt before was melting away like ice cream. His mood completely changed upon sight of this doctor that he was already so attached to, and he laced his heart-shaped face with a weird grin.

"Hello, Alois." Dr. Faustus greeted him, smiling back at the boy.

"Hello, Dr. Claude Faustus!" Alois said sweetly, his grin transforming into a smirk as soon as the man turned around and motioned for them to go into his office.

"So how was your day, Alois?"

The question was so common, so usual, that the defiant child had the urge to talk back to his therapist... but that would go against the rules.

Alois had made three rules for himself after his first appointment with Dr. Faustus. One: He would never ever seriously talk back to his doctor because if he did, then the man would probably begin to despise him like everyone else did, and he sure didn't want that. Two: He would tell his doctor most of the things on his mind (not everything) because if he didn't, then his mother might take him out of therapy, thinking that nothing could work on him, which would mean no more Dr. Faustus. Three: He would drive this doctor crazy with obsession for him... just because. He wanted to see how Dr. Faustus would react if he constantly tried seducing him.

The last rule (Alois decided) was the most important to remember. Although he wasn't sure if he was simply attempting to get a rise out of him or not, he would be in full flirt mode with the man. He wasn't positive if he actually liked Dr. Faustus in the way that he was insinuating, but that didn't matter. The fact of the matter was, Alois loved making people lose themselves like wild creatures. Something about it entertained him.

"My day..." Alois trailed off.

Dr. Faustus raised an eyebrow at him.

"It was lame."

"What happened that made it lame?"

Alois giggled at the way his doctor said 'lame', pushing his knees apart from each other with his hands and setting them in the space there like he did on their first meeting. He was pushing his lips out, thinking of a response (but actually trying out his plan of seduction).

"Nothing really. I guess that's why it was lame." The boy spoke. "I got up, went to school, got into a fight with these bullies, then got picked up from school by my mom."

He said it as if it was a normal, everyday thing. By now, it was.

"You got into a fight?" The doctor repeated his words, realizing that that was probably the real reason the boy had found his day to be lame. "But wait, before you explain this to me, you referred to them as 'bullies', so they must've been picking on you before you got into a fight with them."

Alois nodded, replying, "Yeah. They're a new group of guys that started messing with me. I liked it better when they didn't know that I existed, when someone would say, 'Hey, did you hear about Alois Trancy,' and they'd be like, 'Who's that?'"

"I see... so what were they doing or saying to you that set you off?"

"They were poking fun at my clothes like people always do. That didn't bother me. I even started walking away from them, but they followed after me and wouldn't stop. Of course, some gay insults were slung my way because of my wardrobe, and I was even ok with that." Alois was looking down at his hands while he spoke freely.

"What was it that made you fight back then?" Dr. Faustus was studying his patient's face for a falter, for something unordinary that might've been placed there.

"The one guy asked me if my dad left because he was ashamed of me..." His head sunk along with his spirit, which he was trying so hard to keep high for his doctor. It was no use by this point.

"That got to you... so you fought back?"

"Of course. I had to get him to take back what he said."

"Did he?"

The boy shook his head, suddenly staring his therapist in the eyes now.

"It's not fair..." Alois broke their eye contact. "But that's usually how it goes." Instead of allowing his head to sink again, he stood up and took the few steps towards his therapist's chair, kneeling down almost in front of the man. Slowly but surely, he was trying to go on with his plan again.

"Please." Alois began, searching Dr. Faustus for a flinch, a gulp, something. His hands found their way to the doctor's, forcing him to set down his pen and notebook and take the much smaller hands in his.

Dr. Faustus didn't know what to think. "Please what?"

Alois remembered that he had begged his doctor for something. What was he begging for? He wasn't even aware.

"Please," he repeated, hunting down the words, "let our sessions be fair."

The boy had no idea what he meant by that. Another desire was setting in rapidly.

Either way, his therapist seemed to understand what he didn't even, and nodded, pulling him up from the floor, his hands around the boy's wrists. They remained like that for awhile until Dr. Faustus' cell phone went off, signaling the end of their session. Alois frowned as the man sitting in front of him got to his feet.

That was when Alois noticed how much taller Dr. Faustus was than him.

"I don't think my mom is coming to get me."

"She will. You have to understand that she finds things just as unfair as you."

The blonde had never thought of it that way before, and he plastered a smile across his face, glancing up at his doctor, who was glancing down at him in turn.

"This is only our 4th session, but I like you, Alois Trancy."

A startled Alois gasped to himself, seeing the therapist wink at him for a second time.

"Really?" He was all to eager for a nod of confirmation, and he recieved one.

Too much elation surged through Alois' body all at once, and he got on his tippy-toes, hugging Dr. Faustus.

Now it was the man's turn to inwardly gasp, and he couldn't help but poke a little fun at his patient.

"I knew you liked me."