NO WAY IN HELL! (A Marilyn Manson fanfiction)

NO WAY IN HELL!: Chapter Three:

Jeordie's POV:

Apparently I'm early....

I can only see a few people at school, not many. I whipped out my cellphone from my pocket and checked the time. 7:30am. I threw my head back and groaned in frustration. I could've slept in!! Whatever. I decided just to walk around school a bit. I picked up my metal KISS lunchbox from my lap and started to walk.

After getting bored of walking, I sat down under a tree in the shade. It's only been like an hour so I haven't got too long to go. I opened my lunchbox and pulled out one of the cigarettes I had made before I got to school. I put it between my lips and cupped my hand over the end to light it with my other hand. Finally lit, I took a breathe and puffed out a white cloud of smoke. I couldn't afford any drugs at the moment so I just had to stick with tobacco. It's not too bad, but not as good as weed. Still puffing on the smoke, I scanned my eyes around. Finally laying them upon a boy. Looking about my age. I'm positive he's in his senior year. He looked a little lost so he sat down on a wooden bench. I took this opportunity to study him a little. Raven black hair, reaching almost down to his sharp hip bones. He was quite skinny, you could see his ribs only slightly through his Alice Cooper shirt. His legs defined by black and white tights, the symbols of the middle finger and curse words with stars to replace the middle letters. His hand accompanied by the exact same metal lunchbox as mine.

I brought the cigarette to my lips and smiled and nodded in approval. Looks like I've found a new friend.

"OI YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!" I heard being screamed. I snapped my head to one of my best friends running straight towards me. I screamed loudly as he decided to jump straight onto me, making me fall backwards. This was Ginger. He was more the playful one of my group. Black and white dreads whipped across his face and a small goatee decorated his chin. "GET OFF YOU BIATCH!" I screamed at him. "NEVER!!! I AM JOHN CENAAA-" I cut off his outrageous yelling with pressing the end of my cigarette to his arm. He squealed and immediately jumped from my lap, rubbing his sore arm. "That's what you get dick!" He whimpered and gave me a fake pout. I waved a dismissive hand at him, and threw my cigarette in the grass, squishing it with the end of my boot.

"Where are the others" Ginger asked after a while. I pointed behind him.

To be honest, all three of them were walking up to us, in slomotion it looked like.

Coming up to us were firstly Tim Skold. He was the major rebel and let's just say, sex craver. He would be off in an instant if he saw somebody he liked. He'd befriend them, and before you knew it, he'd make them lose their virginity. He pretty much accepts just one night stands. He's a bit of a slut if you ask me, but we still love him! He smirked at me as he breathed out a large cloud of smoke, handing the cigarette to Timothy. We all knew him by Zim Zum! The short haired fighter. He would wear the most outrages, sexy clothes you could imagine on a woman. Short leather shorts, thigh high stockings and black garters along with tight singlets. His black lipstick making him look harsh and his eyes smeared with eyeliner. I chuckled at his, biting lip action and he passed the cigarette once and for all, to Pogo. Pogo was tall. Also bald. And also a goatee. He bought the cigarette to his lip, breathing in a little too much and he spat it out immediately, coughing violently as he held his chest. His eyes started to water as he coughed harder and harder, finally getting on his knees looking like he was about to vomit. I rolled my eyes. Pogo was the dork of our group. But we also still loved him. He took 5 minutes crawling all the way to us, slowing down as he got near. He finally made his way and flopped. "Your a dick" I spat at him jokingly. "Psh. Not even" he replied with just a hint of sarcasm.

"Who's that cutie over there?" Tim asked, lighting himself another cigarette and averting his eyes to the new kid, who haven't moved since he got here. I shrugged. "He's in our year for sure, he doesn't look any younger than us so you might be in luck and have a few classes with him." Tim smirked. "Ooooh I can't wait to be in his classes" Zim rolled his eyes. "That's not the only thing you'll be in with him....." Tim sniggered, and the bell rung. "You always bring bad luck Tim" He chuckled in response and flicked his cigarette away, Stomping on it.

I glanced over to the new kid and he looked really lost. "I'll catch you guys later" I spoke to my group and I made my way to the boy.

Brian's POV:

Fuck! What do I do?! What do I do?!

"Hey" i turned my head to see a very, VERY gorgeous looking boy walk towards me. He was covered in a black dress, with dark purple fishnets and a studded collar, along with his black makeup strengthening his looks. His dreads hung messily over his shoulders. They were black with strikes of green only just visible. I blushed. "Hi" he smiled
"You're new here?"
"Yup"
"Nervous?"
"Yup"
"What year are you?"
"Senior year"
"Awesome, we'll see each other quite often then!"
I didn't say anything. He spoke once again.
"You got your timetable yet?" I thought for a quick second. "Nah" he nodded. "Okay just follow me and you'll be fine" I nodded back. This guy seems alright.....

A/N; yay long chapter. Thanks for reading my stories and what not! Love you all, and don't forget to vote and comment! Whatever else!!! I would also love suggestions for new stories! Thankyou! XXXXX