Where There's Hate, There's Love. [Shizaya]

Chapter Two.

The Beginning.

Authors note:

Hey vuv

This is going to be quite a long fan fiction because of all the ideas I have for it, but please stick around. (This will also contain smut! Ahah.) The first chapter takes place way after the school year, so the in between chapters will be about their High school life before winter break started. If you ever get confused please comment! I'll fix any mistakes.

Enjoy~

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Bored. So, so extremely bored. This overwhelming feeling washed over him and he slumped down in his chair, his face downward on his desk to where he could feel the cold wood against his own flesh. The overall feeling of it wasn't pleasant. His eyebrows twitched out of irritation and he averted his dark eyes to the window beside him, blocked by a single student; she was female, plain brown hair and eyes that Shizuo found distasteful, fiddling with her pencil with a content look on her face. She appeared to be drawing something that Shizuo couldn't quite make out. Honestly, he could care less. He could care less about every god damn human being in this forsaken place.

"Heiwajima," the teacher grumbled and inched his glasses down the bridge of his nose, "Shizuo Heiwajiima."

His response was in a half groan, "Yes?"

"I'm not wasting an hour of my life to teach students who aren't deriving their full attention to me." He gestured to the board and, with slacked eyelids, flicked his attention back to Shizuo's closed notebook. It was hanging just over the edge of his desk. Shizuo scoffed and opened the book with a single hand, slamming it harshly against the surface of his desk with a pencil now tucked neatly between his fingers. His penmanship was the one and only thing he liked about himself, honestly.

"Continuing on," the teacher said in a new bright tone, which seemed to affect the students because the entire room silenced and their ears perked, "we have a new student. Sort of. He was moved from an advanced class to this one; he never actually came from a new school."

The blonde wasn't interested with the news; he was scribbling down in his notebook with ease and focus, half listening to the teacher as he continued to blabber away about the new kids' characteristics. Shizuo caught the words "suspension" and "ignorance" and assumed the kid was some kind of gangster who was always looking for trouble. What a great addition to this class.

"He'll be here shortly, for now let's begin the new lesso-" he was stopped midway with an eerie screech that sounded from the door, caused by the rubbing of what Shizuo assumed to be some kind of boots. He cringed as he saw the raven haired boy flounce into the classroom. He had an arrogant flare to him; the way he walked, the way he styled his hair to resemble some kind of rebel tumblr boy; even the way his hands were shoved into his leather jacket showed that he was some jerk that liked the attention he drew to himself. Although Shizuo now labeled himself bi sexual, he definitely found this boy to be exactly the kind he hated.

More squeaking from the boy's boots. As Shizuo thought he was wearing Combat boots, just below his knee cap.

"W-welcome.. Orihara.." The teacher said. He appeared to be sweating and he directed his attention to the floor. Could it be that he was intimidated by Orihara?

"Good morning~~" Izaya beamed out to the class, bending over slightly with his mouth open and tongue sticking out. Shizuo sneered at the school girl like gesture. It was his way of introducing himself, apparently. "Please, call me Izaya."

The teacher, with a trembling hand, nodded, pushing his glasses up. It was his nervous habit. "Of course.."

Who exactly was this guy? Shizuo grunted and looked out the window again. He swore he felt someone's gaze on him. He was used to being stared at, actually, and every single fucking person in this schools' heavy glares felt like weights being dropped on his shoulders.