It's Only High School ~ Ianthony

It's only high school

so Ye...I'm back! whatsup and all dat ✋ This time I'm writing a story when Ian and Anthony are in high school because... gurl. let's be honest there are NEVER enough of those...;) [rated R for a reason. Read at your own risk]

and..Honestly... I couldnt be bothered to make my own cover photo...so I stole it. sarry...its just so kawaii!

September...the worst month of the year according to Ian. He was small for his age, blue eyes, pale skin and an unusual hair style which most people referred to as a bowl. You could say he was rather adorable!

However, it was in fact September and that ment...school. High school. One of Ians worst fears, especially since he was a new kid this year.

He and his family had recently moved to Sacramento. Due to Ians fathers law firm changing locations every three years, it ment that Ian got to go to a new school quite regularly. Unfortunately for him he was always the boy who got picked on...no matter how hard he tried.

Never the less, he got up on the morning of September 3rd and hopped down the stairs two at a time to pack his school bag.

"See ya mom!" He called out and sighed as he walked out the door, eating an apple for his breakfast.

He remembered the first school he went to and how excited he was! And the second and the third...but by the fifth school it started losing it's excitement and became dull and almost torturous. But Ian pretty much new all the rules of high school.

~Rule number one; don't smile at people.

Check! He walked into school, wearing ordinary clothing, trying to blend in with the other students, not looking anyone in the eye.

Groaning in annoyance as he looked at his timetable, realising he had maths. It wasn't exactly his favourite subject but at least none of the bullies took that class. Most of them would bunk off and beat up some kid in the hallways.

~Rule number two: don't be the first to talk to someone. Keep quiet.

Check. Ian wasn't much of a talker since he had become shy over the years of bullying. He still new how to handle himself though. Furthermore, he never let anything bother him too much.

He grabbed his books for the day and stuffed them carelessly into his bag.

"Aww that's a cute bag. D'ya boyfriend give it to you?" A voice sneered.

~Rule number three: Don't show you're gay.

Ian hadn't learned to master this rule yet. Besides, he wasn't even gay, people always seemed to think he was though. This was the last straw and he was sick of it.

The small blue eyed teen gritted his teeth and turned around, giving his hair a small flip. "Excuse me?" He raised his eyebrows and saw another boy, who was slightly older than he was, leaning against the lockers across from him, a cigarette between his teeth.

The boy, Ian noticed, had dark hair, almost black that was styled to one side of his face. Ian was used to it as many 'emo kids' at his passed schools used to worship hair like that. He was also quite tanned and well built for his age, probably around three or four inches taller than Ian.