Let's Start A Riot

.:Chapter One:.

   The seventeen year old boy looked in the mirror at himself, a nervous smile spreading across his lips. Today would be the day that he started his new school in Huntington Beach, and he was a bit beyond nervous. He had just moved from Washington after his parents separated, and instead of staying with his father in Olympia, he decided to go with his mother. He let out a deep sigh, examining his features in the mirror with unblinking hazel-green eyes. His hair was a raven-black color with patches of bright, vibrant purple, cut just short enough that his hazel eyes barely peeked out from behind his bangs. Lower, towards his jaw and chin, he had beautifully plump lips lined with two silver hoops and just a small patch of hair. His outfit was simple; he wore a sleeveless Metallica shirt and a pair of black skinny jeans with the ankles rolled up, paired with a set of navy-blue Converse hi-tops that were worn beyond belief. The boy's name was Zachary James Baker, but he went by Zacky.
   "Zacky, the bus is coming down the road! Hurry up or you'll be late!" He heard his mother call from the top of the staircase. Shit. He thought, and with one last final glance at his appearance, he bounded out of the bathroom and down the staircase. "Have a good day, I'll see you later!" She cooed as he snatched his backpack from the couch and darted out the door. He arrived at the end of his driveway just as the bus was pulling up, and he breathed a subtle sigh of relief; at his old school in Olympia, if you weren't out there when they got close to your house, they'd drive right past. That made for some late starts to the day more than a few times. The bus doors opened up, and Zacky stepped on, giving his name to the bus driver before he went to the back and sat down. He wasn't going to lie to himself, he was so anxious he thought he might be sick. But he knew that he had to power through it. He put in his headphones, turning on Metallica so that he could tune out the drone of the creaky old bus.

   After about a forty five minute bus ride, they finally arrived at the huge Huntington Beach high school. Zacky looked up at the building that loomed before him as he stepped off of the bus, a lump forming in his throat as he realized that this might be a bit too much for him to handle. He drew in a deep breath, shoving his hands in his pockets and then sauntering up to the building, keeping his head held low as to not attract any attention. Just before he opened the heavy double doors, though, he heard a voice call out to him.
   "Hey, you, with the black and purple hair." It wasn't a menacing call, so he turned his head towards the voice and raised his brows. It was a tall, lanky boy with crystal blue eyes and crazy blonde hair. His face was round and his soft-looking cupid's bow lips were beautifully complimented by a single piercing. "Are you new here or something?" He had somewhat of a lisp when he spoke.
   "Y-yeah.. I just moved here from Washington." Zacky stuttered softly, making his way over to the tall boy that was leaning against the side of the building. "I'm Zacky, by the way.."
   "Well, Zacky, I'm Jimmy. Anyways.. Why'd you decide to move here? Washington's pretty nice, I wouldn't wanna leave." The blue-eyed boy named Jimmy raised a brow, and at this, a sigh escaped Zacky's plump, kissable lips.
   "Er.. Parent problems.." He left it at that. Jimmy nodded understandingly, casting his gaze towards the ground. Just when the blue-eyed boy was about to open his mouth to speak, though, a low rumbling noise faded into the air, paired with the sound of For Whom The Bell Tolls by Metallica. Jimmy grinned widely, shaking his head as a sleek black Camaro pulled into the school parking lot, seeming to be the source of both the rumble and the music. Zacky raised his brows at the car, wondering exactly what kind of high-school student would be able to afford such an expensive car. The Camaro pulled up next to the sidewalk, and the driver cut the engine before the driver's door swung open. Out stepped an extremely attractive boy, one that made Zacky's heart stop and race at the same time.
   He had feathery black hair that reached his shoulders and framed his squarish face perfectly. His eyes were a deep, molten chocolate color, and he had beautiful heart-shaped lips that seemed to be pressed in a permanent smirk around the cigarette he was smoking. He was tall, muscular and tan with a sleeve of tattoos covering his right bicep. He leaned up against the side of his Camaro, giving an upwards nod toward Jimmy, who then sauntered over, leaving Zacky hanging next to the building.
   "Hey, Zacky, come here and meet my friend Brian." The lankier boy called, and in an instant, the hazel-eyed boy was trotting over, holding the straps of his backpack so that he had something to do with his hands instead of leaving them at his side like a bumbling idiot. "Bri, this is Zacky. He just moved here from Washington." The brown-eyed boy looked Zacky over, the corners of his mouth turning upwards in a smile.
   "Nice to meet you, Zacky. My name's Brian." His voice was a low growl, similar to that of his vehicle's engine. Zacky smiled nervously, looking down at his shoes as he blushed brightly. Fuck, he's gorgeous.. He can't know I'm gay, though, I can't ruin this friendship.. But maybe- His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the bell ringing, and when he looked up, he caught sight of Brian putting his cigarette out on the sidewalk. He whistled at a brunette-haired girl that walked by, and when she turned around, he winked and jerked his head upwards once at her. "How you doin', baby?" He called. She giggled and blushed, turning away from him and walking inside. "Damn, what I wouldn't give to tap that." He sighed, pulling his leather jacket on and then adjusting the collar before he sauntered past Zacky.
   "Brian seems intimidating, but once you warm up to him, he's really just a big teddy bear.." Jimmy explained as he walked into the school, keeping his strides short so that Zacky could keep up. "He's had some bad stuff happen in his life, so he's just kinda gotten to be the bad boy of the school.. But, like I said, don't let him fool you. He'd do anything for his friends. And, apparently, he'd do anything to get his hands on Michelle DiBenedetto." He chuckled lightly, shaking his head.
   "Gotcha.." Zacky murmured, bidding farewell to Jimmy so that he could head to his first hour class. To his delight, when he walked in, he noticed that Brian was sitting in the back of the class, absentmindedly drumming his fingers on his desk. Well.. I found one thing to look forward to in the mornings. He thought with a smirk as he sat down in the desk next to Brian and pulled out his notebook, mentally preparing himself for the rest of the day. Maybe I'll learn to like this school.