A/N Thank you sooo much to all who commented/followed! Hopefully the first chapter will be to your liking! The words in italics are thoughts, Jim's and Seb's when it comes to that time. Anyway, updates should hopefully happen on Mondays! (I'm aware today is Tuesday, it should be consistent after that)

*Beep beep beep* Damn, already time for school. Jim thought this as he rolled out of bed, neck still in pain from the previous night's events. After his morning routine, which consisted of a shower, cleaning up his father's shit, and eating breakfast, Jim started off towards school.

When he stepped out of the crap hole that he calls his house, he could feel the crisp autumn air against his body, threatening to push it over. God that's just fucking great, now even the wind is stronger than me. What a fucking excuse for a man. Hell, I'm not even that! I'm fourteen years old and this is my life! It's fucking pathetic. These thoughts were coming to Jim's mind increasingly often. If anyone had cared about him they would've been worried, luckily no one was stupid enough to care about him. Fantastic, here comes another time for me to be miserable. Jesus, I should just skip.

He was about to turn around and ditch when Carl, the head dick, and his crew found him. "Look at what we have here, boys. The fairy decided to show his faggy face here again! C'mon Jimmie-bear, shouldn't you know your place by now?" Yeah, I really should know by now. "I think we'll have to reinforce that lesson, boys." He said this with a joyous smirk, feeling pleasure in Jim's pain. Jim's attempt to run away proved to be pointless, seeing as they had him surrounded. Ten burly football (soccer) players against the scrawny nerd. Most would vote for the underdog, hoping to see him come out on top, but everyone knew that wouldn't happen with Jim. Alex, Carl's best friend, grabbed Jim's arms with ease and locked them behind the smaller boy, as to make the beating easier for the others. And boy, did it ever. Punches were thrown at Jim like they were raindrops during a storm, hard, painful, and constant. Somehow during the beating Jim ended up on the ground and somehow the punches turned into kicks. "Fag!" "Bitch!" "Go die in a hole!" "Freak" "Fucking psychopath!" These were the most common things said to Jim throughout the school day, usually it didn't bother him as much, but still a lot, yet now, after he was broken and bleeding, they did something to him.

Long after the bullies left, he got off of the floor, now stained with Jim's blood, and got up to go to the bathroom. Damn it, they broke my nose. He thought this to himself then felt a sharp stab where his ribs are. And my ribs, apparently. It's really a wonder how he was moving around after that, if you asked Jim though he'd say something about laying there not being worth it. When he finally started to really feel the pain all over his body, he finally let himself break down. Sitting on the ground, back against the cool tile of the bathroom, Jim pulled out the end-all his knife. Of course he didn't kill himself that day, but one day soon he may. Letting out all the tears and pain, Jim let the knife glide over his wrist. Blood came to the surface of the skin and poured over the many little cuts. It wasn't enough to kill him, just make him weaker. With this incident behind him, Jim slowly stood up from his sitting position, used paper towels as a make-shift bandage, and he left the bathroom. Walking down the empty halls was surprisingly peaceful, he was without torment or torture for those few minutes. Disappointingly enough, it was only a few minutes.

When he reached the English classroom, he quietly opened the door and slipped into the room, almost unnoticed. "Moriarty! It is ten minutes till class is let out! Detention today, four o' clock, don't be late!" The shrill voice of his teacher, Mrs. Jones, rang throughout the class, definitely making him noticed.

"Yes ma'am." Was his barely audible response. Jim took his usual seat, the far front corner on the left, and got out his notes. Ten minutes passed painstakingly slowly till the bell rang, signaling that the period was over. He stayed on the edges of the halls and walked toward the Biology room. Somehow no one said anything, probably since he was hiding himself the entire way there. There, he took his usual spot, same place as in English, except there were less people in this class to the desk next to him was usually left unoccupied. Class droned on, nothing too eventful except for those spit balls, for about thirty minutes till the door was pushed in. And there, casually standing in the doorway, was a god. Jesus, he's gorgeous. This was Sebastian Moran.

"Excuse me, who are you, sir?" Mr. Jeffery questioned the man. Yes, man. He did not look the part of a fourteen year old boy, yet it was his age.

"Sebastian," he replied with a smirk," I believe I'm in this class, pops."

Flabbergasted, his teacher raised his voice and yelled, "I will have respect, young man! Detention today, four o' clock!" With this he pointed to the empty desk next to Jim. Sebastian followed his order and sat himself down in the chair. It wasn't really until then that Jim got a good look at the boy, and did he look good! He had a strong build, but wasn't obnoxiously burly like Carl and his crew, stood at a good 6 feet tall, had a blond military cut, and wore what appeared to be army clothes (dog tags, white v-neck, army cargos, and boots).

"Hello, gorgeous. Care to tell me your name?" Jim's breath hitched, a freaking Greek god just called him gorgeous! "You gonna reply anytime soon?" Sebastian's eyes looked amused by Jim's response.

"Jim Moriarty. Hi." He replied with a ghost smile, maybe today would be complete fucking shit.

"Sebastian Moran. You can call me Seb, though." With that he winked and turned away. What the hell just happened?

SEBASTIAN POV

Damn that boy is fineeeee. Sebastian thought this to himself for most of biology class, that and some graphic fantasies of himself and the boy next to him. What Jim saw as ugly and possessing a pointless existence, Seb saw as a sexy boy with deep chocolate eyes, hot bed head hair, with smooth, lean muscles. Throughout the utterly boring lesson, Seb kept on looking over to Jim and giving a little once over. This happened a multitude of times. Where Sebastian came from, people generally did not accept homosexuality, but luckily for Seb, his father, a, ex-soldier, was extremely accepting. You see, the reason he came in during the middle of the year was his father got shot during combat and his family had to settle down in London.

Most of the lesson breezed over Sebastian, he wasn't particularly interested in school, yet was interested in Mr. Moriarty. When the boredom finally came to a close, finally, Seb thought, he watched as Jimmie quietly picked up his books and disappeared into the sea of adolescents. Huh, that was weird, he left without a goodbye to his sexy new lab partner. With this thought he walked off in search of the history room to take a little nap during the next hour.

The rest of the day droned on, almost putting Seb to sleep four times, until it reached detention. Fan-fucking-tastic, now I have to spend another hour here. Better be able to talk. He would have continued his mental rant, but at that moment when he stepped into the room, he saw something that very much pleased him, Jim.

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