(Reserved for SJ)

Xander Tropayne propped his feet up on the desk and titled the chair back on two legs lazily. He sighed as he knocked his books and pencil off the writing surface. No way he was going to get up from his relaxing position just to pick those up. He probably wasn't even going to pay attention today either. After all, he did sort of listen to last week's lecture. He even took notes until he fell asleep. The notes were now illegible due to scribbling in his sleep but that wasn't what mattered.

He chatted with other students until the bell rang, signalling the start of the class period. This didn't mean Xander would be taking his shoes off of the desk, but it did mean his friends would now be silent to learn. He could always sleep, he supposed.

The young man moved his feet off the desk as the teacher walked in. He grabbed his fallen possessions and made to put his head down, fully intent on sleeping through this class.

Damien McClaude was an average student. He didn't get straight A's but he got a few in most of his classes. His behavior in class was also decent but then again, he never talked. The school was full of cocky idiots and Damien hated them all. The quiet student sat at his desk closest to the door as the bell rang and opened up a book. The teacher took attendance for the first ten minutes of class so he might as well get some reading done.

Though, Damien didn't get much reading done since the room was chatty. The raven-head grumbled as some jock in the back threw a paper airplane at his head. "Haha! Loser!"

'Real mature for a senior' Damien thought to himself sarcastically.

Xander couldn't help but laugh as his friend threw a paper airplane at the back of the quiet kid's head. He was glad he hadn't fallen asleep just yet. Maybe he'd tease the dark haired boy instead of sleeping today. Xander sat up and grabbed his notebook, tearing out the first sheet of paper he had in the notebook and crumpling it up. He aimed and chucked it at the kid who he never bothered to meet. He had it coming anyway, he decided. While Xander was a popular kid and a prankster with the teachers, this kid never even cracked a smile at his jokes or his antics in class.

As the second paper craft bounced off his head and landed on the floor, Damien briefly closed his book and glared menacingly at the albino class clown.
He growled at the trickster before facing the board.

"Boys, knock it off and pay attention" the teacher demanded.

Damien spent the rest of the class period taking notes and scowling into his notebook with a burning grudge.
'Idiots... why can't they just leave me alone?'

Xander burst out with an obnoxious laugh when he was reprimanded. Even better had been the kid's reaction. He couldn't help but snicker when he thought about how pissy he looked. What a kill joy!

Well, with his laugh done and the teacher starting the lesson, Xander put his head down to return to his original intention for the day, if not the class period. He did doze in and out of the teacher's monotonous droning, but when he was fully conscious he'd peek at the quiet kid they liked to pick on, just to see what he was up to.

He wondered if he should just pick on him from now on, too. Other people did it, so why shouldn't he? He didn't do it before only because he had barely ever noticed him. The kid was a quiet bookworm, so who would?

The teacher had finally gotten to the point where he would start lecturing about useless crap or stuff about his own experiences. Damien took this time to start doodling or writing quotes from famous philosophers.
He was about to write down a really good quote when he forget who once said it. Damien tapped his pencil against the wooden desk, trying to think.

Damn. Just can't remember it. Writing phrases and sayings from other people seems dumb anyway. Damien sighed, closing his notebook and stared at the ticking clock on the wall until the bell sounds echoed through the building.

The shrill cry of the bell jolted Xander from his sleep, making him jump up and knock his school supplies off the desk. He got a laugh at himself as others laughed with him. or at him. Either was fine considering a disruption was a disruption.

Ignoring the teacher's prattle on about what homework was due tomorrow, Xander swiped his things off the ground and ran for the door, halting outside of it and waiting for the quiet kid to the side.

Damien picked up his notebook and other supplied and slipped them in his backpack, throwing the back over his shoulders. He took notice to what the homework assignment was and proceeded to exit the classroom.

Impatiently Xander bounced from foot to foot as he waited for the slowpoke kid to exit the classroom. The nerd was probably getting the homework or something stupid, he guessed. Once he was out, Xander made his move.

Obnoxiously and casually he flung an arm around the strange dark haired boy. "Hey there!" he said, leading the boy his way. He didn't care if he was leading him the right way or not, but it was more beneficial to his annoyingness if it was the wrong way.

"Screw off" the dark haired outcast demanded impatiently as soon as the other male made contact. He nudged his away out of class clown's arms and turned to walk in the other direction.

Damien thought of getting a restraining order for some of these nitwits who get a real kick out of bothering other students who mind their own business. It's not like Damien did anything to deserve getting teased. He's tired of dealing with their shit.

Xander found the reactions from the other highly amusing. He would definitely have to be getting more reactions like that to fuel his entertainment levels. He allowed the other to walk off to his locker or his next class. Xander was off to his own next class, but he wasn't going to bother going to his locker. He wasn't even going to use the things he brought to class because he would be sleeping. He had to catch up on his sleeping that he missed from last class.

Finally, Damien was free from those insufferable pricks. After stopping by his locker, he realized that he has enough time to use the restroom.

Once outside of the private quarters, the restroom door slammed into his face, almost knocking him off his feet.
"Haha, oops. Sorry, dweeb." The jocks gloated, leaving the scene of the crime.
There was no way those guys could've known Damien was coming, so he guessed it was just an accident. But still, did they really have to be rude about it.

Once Damien was done with his business and washing his hands, he took a quick glance into the mirror, wondering if he got a bump on his head or maybe even a black eye.

Wondering if he could just skip out on class all together, Xander pivoted on his heel before reaching the classroom door. The bathroom was the best place to hide, and most of the time many others didn't go into it during class hours, so no one would catch him. He headed for the boy's restroom, opening the door.

At first, he noticed nothing different except a few stragglers hurrying to get to class. Then he noticed the quiet kid from class just looking at himself in the mirror. He smirked and sauntered over confidently, throwing his arm around the smaller boy.

"S'up?" he greeted, turning the sink on and dunking a hand under the cold water.

Damien ignored the intruder's greeting and continued to examine his reflection. Everything seemed alright. The only thing that the unpleasant encounter left was a red mark on his forehead. He felt the bruised spot with his forefinger and noticed it had a slight bump to it but luckily, it was barely noticeable.

The raven-haired boy finally noticed that the bell had already rung. There was no point in going to class now. Maybe it would a good time to light up a cigarette, even though he promised Ray that he would quit.

"What'cha looking at, pale stuff?" he asked, collecting water in his cupped hand. He took the handful of water and brought it to the dark haired boy's unexpecting face. He moved out of the way so he didn't get wet in the process, laughing as the liquid collided with the other. He listened to the final bell ring, watching the other students rush out in a hurry to get to class. It didn't look like the kid was leaving though. He probably wouldn't be now that his head was wet.

"Ugh, what the hell did you do that for!?" Damien yelled, wiping leftover droplets off his face. "You ass!" Now he really needed a smoke. His irritation level keeps going up; though, he couldn't risk the chance with the albino around.

Damien grabbed a handful of paper towels and start padded them around his face, grumbling and swearing to himself.

The reaction was priceless. Xander knew coming to the bathroom was a great idea! "I did it because I could," he answered, snickering at the angered male drying himself off. He was half tempted to do it again, but the same trick twice just wasn't as funny. What other troubles could he cause in the bathroom? He supposed a swirly, but that required more people to help him muscle the other around. Maybe not today.

"Are you skipping out on class too?" he inquired, wondering why the other had been in here in the first place. "Are you not the good kid everyone thought you were or something?" Maybe he'd just been in here for a piss and had just ended up late or something. Either way, Xander wanted to taunt him.

"Mind your own damn business and leave me alone, already." The other snapped. Seriously, what's with these people and thinking that they can treat Damien like he's some sort of geek. He's not a bookworm, a nerd or anything close. He's not even that smart. He only gets decent grades because he actually pays attention in class and does his homework. It wasn't like he's a goody-goody either.
Damien just thought that if he stayed out of trouble, the principle would cut Ray more slack when he did something bad. Which was.... all the time.

'Oh yeah, Damien's responsible enough. He'll keep Raymond out of trouble' Yeah... of course he will. Ray does whatever he wants. There's no changing him.

As Damien ranted in his head, he sneakily pulled out a lighter and a cigarette out of his jean pocket. He turned to the other male, giving him an icy cold glare.
"You better not snitch on me to anybody. If you do, I'll tell the teachers that you were the one who raided into the Teacher's Lounge, threw eggs at the window, and wrote graffiti all over the walls last semester." Even though Damien didn't really know who had actually done it, the adults will always take the word of a "well-behaved student" over an obnoxious prankster any day.

As he watched the other sneak an item out of his pockets, Xander watched with interest piqued the other pulling out a lighter and smoke. When the other warned him off Xander couldn't help but grin widely.

"Technically I didn't participate in raiding the teacher's lounge. I only helped plan it. I was 'sick' that day. I did do the other stuff though," he announced proudly. That was only from this year. He was definitely going to be pulling more pranks in the meantime.

"But hey, yeah," he said, "I didn't know you smoked." He looked keenly at the other. He sort of wanted to try smoking a regular cigarette. He'd tried smoking pot before just to try it, and while it was entertaining on a rainy day, he didn't do it often. Too expensive. He wanted to try smoking without getting high though. "I won't snitch if you let me try one."

This guy obviously has never heard of lying. Damien really didn't care what the other has done. He stuck the poisonous stick in between his teeth and flicked the lighter's mini-revolver to ignite the tiny fire.

Damien puffed out a light cloud of smoke before looking at the boy standing next to him.
"Hold out your hand."

"Well I was just thinking we could share a stick, but if I get one for myself, that's cool too," he replied, holding his hand out. He wondered if this kid snuck out of class to do this very often. He looked pretty used to it, or maybe that was just him thinking so. Most people he knew waited until after school for a smoke, but there was always the few who were desperate enough to grab a smoke right away.

With a smirk, Damien took the other's extended wrist and used his palm as an ashtray for his burning cigarette stick.
It wasn't like he said anything about letting his classmate having a smoke with him.
"That was for the paper ball.... and this..." His hand grips the other's wrist tighter and pulls him closer before using the other hand to throw a punch right across the albino's face.
"...this is for throwing water at me!"

Xander tried jerking back when he saw the other grab his palm and place the lit cigarette on it, but it turned out that the other was stronger than he looked. He hissed through his teeth as the cigarette burned, and despite trying to pull back, the nerd was still strong enough to pull him closer and punch him. He stumbled back with the force of the punch, clenching his burnt hand. Oh, he was getting payback.

"Wrong move, kid," he growled. "You're going to get so much worse than paper balls and a handful of water!"

"Hit me with your best shot. I ain't scared of you." Maybe next time he shouldn't underestimate the 'nerd'. Damien seriously didn't understand these kind of guys. Just because he was small and didn't talk much, doesn't mean that he's not a force to be reckoned with.

Noticing how angry the other sounded, Damien chuckled. "You seem surprised. You actually thought that I would be taking your shit like the other social outcasts out there?!" He took another huff from his cigarette and breathed out the cloud of smoke. "Now quit being a sore loser. Do you want to try a smoke or not?"

Xander collected the front of the punk's shirt in his hands, pulling him close. The hand that had been burned stung sharply from pressure, but Xander knew the kid's strength now, so no way he was letting go. The smoke cloud in his face faded away gradually as he continued to glare at the only kid to actually try fighting back. So maybe he had been expecting him to just sit back and take it like every other kid out there had.

"No way. I don't think I really trust you with lending me a smoke now," he replied, glaring. He'd just go out and get his own. Have his older friends buy it for him or something. Now, what could he do to him to get revenge?

He let go of the kid's shirt, pushing him back roughly.

"Just you wait," he warned. "You'll get it soon enough." He'd come back with others. They'd take him down easily. Not that he couldn't take him down himself, but it was always much more painful when there was more. Plus, if the kid knew something was coming, the fear and anticipation would be a nice way of revenge too.