Maybe

Chapter One

"Fuck," I whisper to myself as I check the time. My first day at school and already I'm late. I rush to get out of bed, tripping on a box of books. When I get back up, I run to my box of clothes and quickly grab my black skinny jeans, a black button up collared boys shirt, and my black leather jacket. After getting dressed, I pull on my black combat boots and put my chains on my pants. When I'm done with that, I go to the bathroom, fixing my fuckboy haircut and putting on eyeliner and mascara.

"Dominick, hurry up. You're already late, and if you miss first period entirely then you're grounded." I roll my eyes at my dad before grabbing my keys off my bed and running outside. I get in my black Lamborghini, quickly putting in my Def Leppard CD before backing out of my long ass driveway.

When I get to the school, I park quickly and grab my schedule out of my pocket, unfolding it and getting out of my car. First period: English. Rm. 118. I sigh and run my hand through my hair, making it messy again. Oh well, fuck it.

I walk in the building, ignoring the stares of the few people wandering the hall as I look for the classroom. When I find it, I awkwardly walk in, running my hand through my hair again. The teacher looks at me questioningly before pointing at a seat in the back. "You can sit there, son." I rub the back of my neck.

"I'm um... I'm actually a girl." He apologizes as the class laughs. I walk to my seat, trying to ignore the people around me. Luckily there's nobody sitting behind me.

"Hey, chick. What's your name?

"Dominick. What's yours?" I ask boredly.

"Andrew. Why do you have a guys name if you're a girl? And why do you dress, look, and act like one?" I turn to him, glaring.

"Why do you have a guys name when your dicks so small it could be a pussy?" The people around me laugh and Andrew glares at me. I ignore him and lean back boredly again. I don't even listen to what the teacher's saying as I look around the classroom.

I catch a fairly attractive guy checking me out. He seems taller than everyone else in the room, which I find attractive for guys. He has slightly longer emo hair than normal, but it looks good. He flips his hair out of his face, giving me a better view. He has dark blue eyes framed by eyeliner. My eyes go down to his lips, realizing he has snakebites. Out of habit, I run my tongue over my spiderbites.

My eyes go lower to his clothes. He's wearing a Ghost Town shirt, a checkerboard belt, black skinny jeans, and black converse. The bell rings and I shoot up, practically running out of the classroom. Somebody grabs my wrist as I walk out of the classroom, turning me around roughly. I look up at the boy I had just been staring at.

"Hi, I'm Spencer."

"Dominick." I run a hand through my hair again.

"What class do you have next?" I pull out my schedule.

"Art, room 167."

"Same. I'll show you." He grabs my chains, pulling me along. It breaks the button and I grab where it would be, keeping my pants up. He realizes and shoves me into the boys bathroom.

"Dude!"

"Shut up. Everyone thinks your a boy unless you tell them, relax." I sigh and run my hand through my hair, messing it up more. He gets in his backpack and pulls out a button and some thread. "Take off your pants."

"What the fuck dude, no!"

"Look, I'm not one of those guys. And besides, you're wearing boxers. I can see the waistband." I roll my eyes and sigh. I quickly take off my combat boots and then slide off my pants, handing them to him. He quickly sews the button on before handing them back. I put them on quickly. "Do you want a hat?" I shrug and he puts on on me. It's white with black designs all over it.

"We have two minutes to get there, so let's go." He grabs my arm and pulls me along a few classrooms down, shoving me in.

I sit down in the back, him sitting next to me. We're across from this girl he pointed out when we walked in. She has brown hair with blue highlights, which compliment her baby blue eyes, which have the smokey eye makeup. She has a silver nose ring, which would usually disgust me, but I think it suits her. She also has light pink lips which are slightly parted, giving me a slight view at her perfect white teeth. They're whiter than her flawless pale skin that would make a vampire jealous.

I look at the young teacher who's passing out papers, obviously having just gotten in. Her glasses are slightly askew and her brown hair's a mess.

"Dominick, stand up and tell us something about yourself." At least she's a teacher who stays on top of things.

"I'm Dominick, and friggin sexy." The class laughs at my joke before I do what I was told. "I have seven guitars, five of which are electric." The teacher looks impressed and says something about a talent show as I sit down. The teacher walks past us and I catch Spencer staring at her ass. I watch his hands go to his crotch. I start laughing as his face goes red. He covers my mouth with one of his hands. I laugh harder and he kicks me under the bench. I stop laughing and rub my now hurting shin.

"Ass hat." He just laughs at me, as does the girl across from me. I smile softly before the teacher starts explaining what we're doing today. Basically, we have to draw a picture of the person across from us. This can't be all that hard.