Forever Yours

Chapter I

     Jean stared in a semi-conscious daze at the approaching schoolbus. He'd only gotten a few hours of sleep the night before, and he could already feel the effects that this decision had had on him.

     "I'm not ready for this shit."

     The summer had passed quickly, days flitting by in the blink of on eye. However, it had been overshadowed by that fact that he would be moving before the school year began. It wasn't that he would be missing people from his old school; he hadn't really made any friends there. No, he simply hated being around people that he didn't know. He knew that everyone would just find him to be selfish, just as those at his old school had.

     It wasn't as if they were wrong, after all.

     Tiredly rubbing his eyes, Jean made no attempt to hurry himself in any way towards the bus as it pulled up his driveway. Once he got on, he found the nearest empty seat and slouched in it carelessly, choosing to pass his time in a sullen silence.

     "Hey, brat," The person seated in front of Jean turned around to glare at him from a pair of dark, narrowed eyes. "I don't know or frankly give a shit who you are, but you'd better get your filthy legs off of the back of my damn seat."

      Jean scowled at him. "And who the hell are you?"

      "Tch. Levi Ackerman, not that it matters to you, brat."

      "Ugh, whatever," Jean muttered, pulling his legs down. He was really just too tired to deal with this. His first day of school and he already had to deal with assholes. He just wanted to be left alone.

      Sure enough, the bus had soon arrived at the school, and Jean rushed off of the cramped vehicle as soon as the doors were opened. The sooner he could get the day over with and go back home, the better.

     Once he entered the building, he pulled out his schedule and the school map that had been given to him as a new student. Locker 372... he searched desperately for it on the map, eventually finding it. Damnit, it's at the other end of the building. He angrily punched the wall before heading off.

     As he made his way towards his destination, he was bumped into by a freckled, dark-haired boy who had been running through the halls.

     "Watch where you're going!" Jean snapped, shoving the boy a bit.

     "Sorry!" The boy replied, looking Jean in the eye. "Please don't be angry, it wasn't intentional."

     Jean grunted and shrugged, watching the boy run off once again. Why did that boy act so apologetic? Well, whatever. It wasn't his problem. He'd look out for himself.

     Although, maybe I was a bit too rude to him. Damnit, no. He sighed, shrugging off the guilt that nagged at him.

     Jean finally reached his locker and walked up to it, checking his schedule for his locker combination. 12-34-16. Easy enough, he thought. He carefully twisted the lock to enter the numbers, pushing up on the han dle to open it. The handle didn't budge.

     "What the hell?" Jean muttered, kicking his locker angrily. He couldn't even get his locker to open. This was really going to be a long day.

     "Hey, um, do you need help?" He was interrupted by a voice behind him. Turning around, he recognized the boy who had run into him earlier.

     Jean narrowed his eyes. "Why do you ask?" Why was this guy being so friendly? Jean had been so cold and standoffish to him earlier, and yet here this guy was helping him. He felt that he didn't deserve this kindness. Perhaps there was some ulterior motive to this. People are all selfish, I just don't pretend to hide it.

     "Why not?" The boy smiled, running a hand through his hair. "You looked like you needed it."