The Fire In Their Hearts...

Chapter 1

     A/N: That picture is what Pico looks like XD if only I could put more than one...

Y/N = Your name

E/C = Eye color

H/C = Hair color

B/F/N = Best friend's name

B/N = Brother's name

M/N = Mother's name

I was sitting in school, taking notes for my math class. This class was so boring, but I put up with it. My H/C hair started falling in my face, and I brushed it out, looking up at the teacher. As I finished taking notes, I pulled out my folder and gently stuck it in there. I had a habit of losing papers if they weren't put away. "Young man, get your feet off the desk right now!" I flinched at the yelling, and looked up. Pico, the stereotypical bad boy. He had his feet up on the smooth wood desk, leaned back in his chair ever so slightly. "It ain't hurting no one. So what's the big deal?" The teacher scowled at the ginger, but I guess she didn't wanna deal with him so she just turned around and went back to teaching. 

Minutes later, I was struggling to find out the measure of m<C is (2x) and m<D= (3x) when a note was placed on my desk. I put my hands under the desk while holding the note, and I opened it up to read. "Meet me at lunch -Lyon" Ugh. I hated Lyon, he was some annoying kid with a MASSIVE crush on me. I crumpled the note, putting in to the side of my desk and I continued working. I heard the bell ring for lunch, and I picked up my stuff, going to my locker and putting my stuff away. I started walking to the cafeteria when some kids went running past me and made me fall. My E/C eyes widened as I hit the ground hard on my side. I got onto my knees when I felt someone pull me up. It was Pico, that kid from math class.

"You all right? Those kids are jerks." I looked over at him, my E/C eyes were still wide with shock. "Y- Yeah. I'm fine." I stammered slightly. "I saw that Lyon kid put that note on your desk. Does he bother you or something?" I rolled my eyes, smoothing down the jean jacket I wore today. "Naw... He's just got a crush on me. It's kinda cute, but I'm getting sick of being pestered." Pico raised his head slightly, chuckling. "All right. You be careful." He walked off, catching up with his friends, and I did the same. "Hey Y/N! Why were you talking to that.. eh... delinquent?" Asked Ayana. As cheerleaders and popular girls, we didn't talk to the greaser kids much. Mainly the jocks and our clique. "Some of the jocks knocked me over, and he helped me up. Come on, let's go get lunch."

We laughed and chatted, talking about the normal things. Who had sex that day, which jock got detention, what delinquent got in a fight with a jock. "I heard we're gonna get a new student in a few days." B/F/N said. "Oo, I wonder who." I said, tapping my foot excitedly. "I hope he's cute," Melissa stated. Melissa was our other friend, with short brown hair and cherry red lips. "Melissa, I believe you've crushed on about every boy in school." Said Ayana, who was one of the cheerleaders. "C'mon Ayana, we ALL know you have the hots for that little blue haired artist." Ayana's face got red, and she looked over at us, giving a death stare.

B/F/N, Melissa, and me shrugged at the same time. I twirled the spaghetti on my fork, eating it reluctantly. I hated spaghetti sometimes, especially since we had it yesterday at lunch too. "They should start serving better food." We nodded, and I shoved the tray away. We chatted for the last 15 minutes, and we walked to class together. B/F/N and Melissa weren't in ELA with us, but Ayana was. As we sat down with our stuff, we got out our pencils and listened to the teacher ramble on and on and on. She passed me a note, and thankfully the teacher didn't notice. Reading over it, it said 'I heard one of the delinquents has a crush on you. R u gonna reject him?' I scribbled a quick response, handing it back. She read over it, looking at me dumbfounded. 'No, anything is better than Lyon'.

     A few hours later, I was finally home from school. Opening the door to the house, I heard my mom and older brother arguing. "Your a bad influence on Y/N, B/N!" Her face was bright red, this was the angriest I've ever seen her. "So what? She doesn't care about me anyway," He went to stomp off, but she stood in his way. "I'm begging you, B/N! This can't keep happening! You know what happened to that young man who had those cigarettes last time!" 'Last time? Someone must've owned those before B/N...'  I thought to myself. Setting the backpack down, it made a semi-silent thud, and I walked away to the kitchen for a snack. I tried my best to drown out the arguing as I sat on the counter, munching on the orange cheese puffs. The arguing stopped minutes later, which relaxed me.

"Y/N? Are you home?" My mother called out. She must have noticed that I was home, since I left my sneakers and backpack near the door. "I'm in the kitchen, Mom." She walked into the kitchen, and I could tell she had been crying. 'Does she know I heard the argument?'  "How was school?" Yeah. She definitely knows I heard. "It was fine. We're getting a new student tomorrow." Brushing the hair out of her face, she smiled. "That's good." There was a long awkward pause, like we didn't know what to say. "Why was B/N so mad?" I asked softly. I knew it was a sensitive subject. "'Don't worry about it honey." She muttered. "Just... Don't think about it."

A/N: LMAO this is so cringy I can't. Anyways, enjoy this cringe chapter 1.