actually, it's Nico.

Chapter One

Nico stumbled down the stairs to get to his third hour, tripping on the last step and dropping all of his supplies on the floor in front of him. He let out a small grunt as he quickly shoved papers back in his binder and set books in their places. He stood back up and continued walking until he heard the bell ring. Already a bad day. He ran the rest of the way, cheeks flushed. He wore a baggy black jacket with jeans that were ripped on the left knee. Nico stepped into the classroom, avoiding any eye contact. He sat in his spot, set his binder and books in the corner, and hunched over his bellwork. "Nicole," Nico cringed. "Why are you tardy?" he looked up at the teacher, but trying not to look at anyone else. "Sorry, Ma'am, I wont do it again." he looked down again. He tried to focus on his work but, as always, the name Nicole kept running through his head. Such a wretched, unfitting name for himself. It was his birth name. His own god damn curse that followed him everywhere; and there was no escaping. Everyone had called him that, except a very select group of friends he had online and at school, but the thought of it made his eyes burn. He rubbed his eyes and folded his arms on top of each other, setting his chin on them. 'Two more days 'till the weekend.' he thought. '2 more days.'