All Because a Pack of Cigarettes (boyxboy)

Chapter 1: American Beauty/American Psyco

Author's Note: Heeeeeey-o! Okay, so this is my new story and I hope you enjoy lots. The picture of that cutie is Nicholas and the song for the chapter is obviously, "American Beauty/American Psyco" by Fall Out Boy. So please vote, comment, and all that other fun stuff, Thanks!
Xoxo Kyle.
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Nicholas's POV: "GET UP YOU LITTLE SHIT!" I heard my mum yell at me as I jumped out of bed. I ran over to my closet, pulling out a pair of black skinny jeans, a white t-shirt, and a red/blue/and white plaid button up. I checked my hair and pulled on my black converses. I grabbed my My Chemical Romance bag off my floor and opened my bedroom door, walking downstairs, trying to avoid my mum. I made sure I had my phone, earbuds, and jacket as I walked down.

I pulled at the ends of my hair, a nervous habit I have, as I shot to the front door as my mum yelled to me,
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU USELESS SHIT!!!" I sighed and murmured to myself,
"Love you too mum." I walked out the medium sized house and started walking to my other hell, oh excuse me, I meant school.

Well this is gonna be soooo much fun. I thought to myself as I took the route I had made myself memorise the day before. Sooner or later I arrived to school. Looking at all the people, I could feel an anxiety attack coming on. Okay deep breaths Nich. You got this mate. I kept telling myself over and over again.

Everyone keeps staring at me. I guess considering that I am the new kid, and I guess I'm not bad looking since I got hit on all the time by the girls. We won't talk about what happened with the boys. Not now. Not ever. I wanna leave that all behind. I took a deep breath and said to myself, this isn't New Ridge kid, no one here knows.

I walked around until I found the main office area and went up the counter. The woman behind the desk smiled sweetly at me and asked,
"Hey sweetie how can I help you?" 
"Um, I-I'm new here, a-and I need my schedule." I stuttered out.
"What's your name love?" She asked me as she got on the page of schedules.
"N-Nicholas C-Collins." I responded, thinking to myself how stupid I sounded.
"Aha! I found it!" She said as it started coming out the printer. She pulled it out, checked it over, and handed it to me saying, "Here you go sweetie. Have a nice day!"
"Thank y-you ma'am." I said as I walked out of the office.

I looked down at my schedule and saw I had arts now. Alright Nich. Find arts. Blend in. No confrontations today. Not on your first day kid. Find arts. I told myself as I looked for room 226.

After walking around for about the span of ten minutes, I finally found the arts room and slowly opened the door. The whole room went silent and all eyes fell on me.
"Can I help you?" A man, presumably the teacher, asked me.
"U-um I'm new and it says I h-have this class first." I stuttered out as I heard whispers throughout the room.
"Well what's your name?" He asked me.
"N-N-Nicholas sir."
"Alright Nicholas, you can take that seat right over there next to Alec. Alec please raise your hand."  He said as a boy with jet black hair lazily halfway put his hand up.

I slowly slid through the aisle and sunk down into the seat.
"Just because you sit here, doesn't mean we're friends now." He muttered stopping as fast as he started. I sighed to myself and listened to the teacher.
"Anyway, I'll backtrack since some of us weren't here to hear. My name is Mr. Oliver and I've been teaching for about five years now. I'll be here if you need anything. Now," he said as he then clapped his hands loudly, "let's talk about art."

The rest of class was okay. There was the occasional question that I would have to answer, but it didn't happen that much. As the bell was ringing and everyone was packing up, Alec looked at me in the face and said the word I hated the most, "Faggot." He said it loud and clear for everyone to hear.
"I d-don't know what you're taking about." I said to him, not wanting to make a commotion but not wanting anyone to find out.
"You're too obvious fag. Just don't talk to me and leave me alone and go hang out with your queer friends." He said to me.
I would if I had friends. I thought to myself.

As I started to walk out the room, Mr. Oliver called out to me. "Yes s-sir?" I asked and he made a motion to come to his desk.
"Are you going to be okay sitting beside Alec?" He asked me, slight concern on his face.
"I-I think s-so sir." I told him.
"Okay. As long as you're sure, I'll leave you there. But if anything, and I mean anything happens, I want you to tell me. Okay?"
"Yes sir."
"Okay kid, you can go now."
"Bye M-Mr. Oliver." I said as I walked out the classroom.

Okay, according to the schedule, lunch time. Ugh. The one time it's super obvious I have zero friends. Sigh. I followed large groups of people until we got the lunch area. Okay... Where to sit? I found a little table in the corner I quickly made my way towards. I sat my bag on the table and sit down, pulling out a book and trying to lose myself in it.
"Come on fag, let's talk." I heard the one voice I knew the easiest out of the whole school. Alec. He and his six friends pulled me out of the chair and pulled me outside, slamming me against a wall where no one would see us. Someone please save me.

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Authors note: Hey guys okay so I'm really sorry that this was so short but I wanted to leave it on kinda like a cliffhanger. So I really hope you enjoyed it (:
Xoxo, Kyle.