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I was a speed demon when it came to writing this. The ideas were just coming to me. However, this might mean that it's lacking in the description department. I am sorry if that's the case!

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BAD KIDS

Chapter 6: High School Daze

Alois was pretty sure he didn't like girls.

He was even more sure that he hated everybody in his school.

They were all so immature, so boring. There wasn't anything special about any of them, and that's why the blonde tended to sit by himself in the lunchroom and keep his distance. He figured that nobody would care to know him or even just talk to him anyway, so why bother wasting his breath?

This day in particular, Alois had sat at the far left end of the lunchroom, sipping a childish box of apple juice and finishing up his sandwhich (all of which he had made and packed himself). After he was done, he had gotten up and walked over to the trashcan to throw his garbage away. On his way there, he happened to bump into a senior that he saw around the school a lot, but this boy had never actually approached him or bullied him in any way before.

"Hey, Blondie," the boy nearly spat at Alois, "watch where you're going unless you want a broken ribcage."

Blondie. Why did everyone seem to call him that? It's not like he was the only blonde in the school.

"Hey," the older boy repeated, "I'm talking to you."

Alois glanced up at him in a nonchalant manner, shifted on his feet, waved the boy off, and started to walk back to his solitary table. However, things could never go according to plan for him, and the senior quickly captured him by the back of his shirt and twisted him around so that they were facing each other again.

"I've heard a lot about you."

"Oh? What have you heard?" Alois was both curious and uninterested in what the senior had said to him. He rolled his eyes, causing the boy to slap him across the face. Shocked by the sudden outburst, Alois laid his fingers on his now red cheek, and his mouth was agape with objections.

"I heard that you wear your sister's clothes."

Alois snorted, his lips parting in a protest, "That's funny considering I don't have any siblings." He raised an eyebrow just to irk the new bully, and it worked, the older boy slapping him again. Through his ubrupt exhale, he decided to mess with the bully more.

"What else did you hear about me?" Alois asked, a weird half-smile painted on his lips.

"I heard that you went at it with the Civics teacher."

Alois laughed. "Went at it? What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you fucked him."

Another snort left the younger boy, and he wanted to burst out in laughter. Nevertheless, he contained his amusement and just stared at the bully in a mix of disgust and intrigue.

"Really? Out of all the teachers, someone started a rumor that I fucked the one I hate the most? Seriously, that's pathetic." He said it as if he was above all this talk. It's not like he cared what other people thought about him anyway. After all, they were just clones of each other.

"Yeah, really... and you know what?" The bully replied. "I believe it. Someone like you would definitely do something like that." He chuckled, suddenly throwing Alois onto the table behind him.

The whole lunchroom had their attention now. Girls were whispering and boys were chanting for them to fight. The entire room was becoming chaotic, and everything was in a clamor. Alois rubbed his temples, a headache beginning, and he watched as the bully approached him, his knees resting on the bench of the table.

"So what do you have to say for yourself?" The bully grabbed him by the front of his shirt, hovering over him.

Alois smirked. "There's nothing for me to say." With that, he lifted his knee, hitting the older boy right between his legs, which sent him toppling over onto the floor, howling in pain.

The blonde was laughing, still lying on the table like he was waiting for someone to help him up (even though he didn't need help at all). He removed his bangs from his forehead and decided to sit up straight.

Now everyone's cackling and pointing was visible to him.

He would've joined in on their laughter (even if some of it was towards him), but a hand suddenly pulled him from the table and into the empty hallway. Before the boy knew it, he was pinned against the wall, and his principal was standing in front of him menacingly.

"This is the last time!" He declared rather loudly. "You hear me, Alois Trancy?"

Alois, who was a bit terrified, shook his head in disagreement. Confusion set in all at once, and the principal gladly cleared things up.

"How many times has something like this happened? Huh?" The man demanded an instant answer from the student.

"More than a dozen..." Alois spoke, any smirk he had fading.

"More than six dozen," the man scoffed, "and it ends here. This is your last day here."

Suddenly, realization hit Alois like a ton of bricks. The principal was telling him that he was kicked out of this school... expelled probably, and the blonde had thoughts of his mother and how upset she'd be if that happened. For her sake, he had to change the man's mind.

"Please," he begged, "I promise it'll never happen again! Just don't expel me... I'll do anything!"

"I honestly don't think being expelled is what you need; I think you need a huge reality check, and maybe some time away from this school would suffice." The principal explained, surprising Alois and puzzling him again.

"So... you won't expel me?" His voice was just above a whisper.

"No." The man replied. "But I'll warn you, Alois Trancy, one more defiance, and you'll be gone for good. Some time at home might clear up your perception."

Alois exhaled in relief, his chest heaving in and out slowly. His principal stepped back from him and the blonde followed him to the area where the seperate offices were.

It just so happened that Miss Marsha glanced out the window on her door when they were walking by, and she shot up from her desk and came flying out of her room.

"Alois!" He called, and both of them turned around.

"Miss Marsha..." Alois was caught off-guard by her sudden appearance, and all at once, he remembered the last time he was in her office. He frowned, looking away from her.

"I'll take it from here. You're busy, after all." The woman said, and Alois' eyes shot upwards again, landing on her flawless face.

The principal sighed deeply, waving an approval and telling the woman that he'd give her the details on how to deal with Alois later. The woman nodded eagerly, snatching the blonde boy by his arm and dragging him into her office.

As soon as that door closed, Miss Marsha turned to Alois, who gulped, slightly afraid of what she might say to him. However, his fear transformed into bewilderment when she sat behind her desk and dialed a number on her phone like she always did.

"You're not calling my mom, are you?" The boy asked, leaning across the desk so that he was right in her face. She gave him a sideways smile and flicked his nose with her finger, which caused him to sit down and wait for an answer.

"No, Alois," Miss Marsha began, "I'm calling your therapist."

Therapist? But how could she possibly know about him? Had his mother informed her or something?

Suddenly, Alois found himself unable to form words and just leaned back in the chair with his arms dangling at his sides. He listened intently until he heard the faint voice of Dr. Faustus on the other end of Miss Marsha's phone, and it brought a slight smirk to his face.

But like times before, Alois blocked out the world, pondering over whether Dr. Faustus would want to punish him or not...

"Wait..." Alois thought to himself. "Don't even go there. That's just sick."

The woman across from him set her phone down and stood, elicting a whimper from the boy, who had found his way back to earth. He watched as she walked towards the door and opened it, motioning for him to exit. Clueless to everything because he had plugged his ears from her and his doctor's conversation, he did as she urged, his limps shaking from curiosity.

Miss Marsha signaled for Alois to follow her down the hallway, and as they made their way to an unknown destination, she was talking, but the boy didn't comprehend a thing. He was listening this time; he just couldn't put two and two together for some odd reason. Before he knew it, they were sitting on one of the benches in the front of the school, and he couldn't recall even stepping foot outside.

"W-what are we doing out here?" The boy stuttered, unsure of everything occurring.

"You're getting picked up, dear." Her voice was soft, unfazed.

Alois didn't know how to respond, so he simply complied, swinging his legs from the bench they were on and waiting for the unexpected.

Not even ten minutes later, an unfamiliar car pulled up, and Miss Marsha said goodbye to him and motioned for him to go. But Alois was kind of scared. Exactly who was picking him up? Exactly where was this mysterious person taking him? Those questions and more bolted through his brain as he approached the car and scanned the person in the driver's seat.

"Oh, God... is this seriously happening?"

Without hesitation, he hopped in the car and the smirk came back to his face as they began to drive out of the parking lot.

"Hello, Alois."

"Hello, Dr. Faustus."