Australia meets America.

🤪G'day USA🤪

Alex's POV

"C'mon Tim, we gotta go before we get late." I yelled from the kitchen.

Timothée Thomas. My little brother. I love him to death. He's my everything. He's six years younger than me but it doesn't feel like he is.

"Coming!!" He yelled from the top of the stairs.

I quickly grabbed Tim's lunch and walked to the door to grab my keys. I turn around to see Tim on the last step, smiling I ruffled his hair and gave him his lunch.

"Let's go." I said. We walked out the door and got into my Jeep and started listening to AJR's I'm Ready. 

15 minutes pass

" 'Kay, off you go. Remember, no fighting. About anything. Someone talks crap, you tell me. Okay?" I look right at him. He doesn't reply to me. He just hangs his head. "Tim, promise me." I say in a softer tone.

"I promise." He replies softly. He looks up at me and I can't help but smile. I lean over and hug him.

"I love you, Andre."

"I love you too, Timmy."

I let go of him and watched as he walked into the school and being greeted by the principal, I assumed. I waited until he was inside then drove off. My new school was about twenty minutes away from Tim's school, so it wasn't that long of a drive. I turned into the parking lot that read 'Senior parking'. Who knew they had seperate parking. Weird. Anyways I got out and made my way inside, only to have my jaw drop to the floor. Holy crap, this school was huge, I didn't even realise how big it was from outside.

Australian schools are open. Like, it isn't one building (unless it's like a private school or something). Australian schools have multiple buildings, different sizes, sometimes identical to the other. Most of the high schools are on the ground, some have two stories, maybe more. There's a seperate building for practically everything. Maths, English, Science, Arts. You get the point. You'd have a massive hall, which is basically a gym, at one end of the school and then a huge walkway that connects all the buildings going from one end of the school to the other. American schools look nothing like Australian schools. I gotta get use to this.

I walked down the hall that connected to the doors I came through. Soon after, I was officially lost. It's a habit of mine, since I was a kid, to get lost easily. I noticed all the lockers that lined up against the walls, all the people chattering, laughing. Yep, almost nothing like Australia 😁😋. I turned a corner not noticing my surroundings, another thing I do often, and hit something hard then fell back. My head hurt like hell. I looked up and I saw the most gorgeous, sexiest, hottest person ever. He looked down at me with his burning brown eyes and I could help but drool, mentally not physically.

"Watch where you're going!!" Holy crap his voice. So hot 🥵. Snap out of it!

"Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." I replied shyly. I get up, slightly stumbling as people walk by bumping into me. I tried to walk past him to find out where on this blazing earth the bloody principles office was.

Keyword: TRIED.

Hottie grabbed my arm and pushed me against the lockers.

"Max told me there was gonna be a new kid. He also mentioned you were gay." Crap. You're all probably wondering. Who the heck is Max? He's my foster brother. Obviously my foster parents needed my full background information. So yea, they knew I was gay and I requested them not to tell anyone but Maxy, oh Maxy had to go and blab his bloody mouth. This guy was staring at me.

Not like, He's got something on his face stare.

A, I'm gonna fucking kill this fag stare.

And I definitely didn't like it.

"So faggy boy, what am I gonna do with you?" He asked himself, lightly stroking my hair. I think he saw the fear in my eyes 'cause he grinned. Fucking Satan was grinning in my face. God he was so bloody hot. Stop! Stop! Stop!! I can't like him, he looks like he's gonna kill me. His grin becomes a full on 'I'm gonna eat you for dinner' smirk. And not the good kind. Although I wouldn't mind hi- NO!!God why?!?

His right arm moves from the collar of my shirt and is balled into a fist in the air, ready to punch me. And me being me, didn't register this until his fist contacted my face. He let go of me and I fell to the floor. Next thing I know, several foots hurdle towards me. My back, my stomach, my face, everywhere. It was only when they stopped that I realised I was coughing up blood.

"Gross!!" A girl said from afar.

"Ew, what is he a zombie??!" Someone laughed.

"ZOMBIE!! ZOMBIE!!" They all chuckled.

A shadow fell over me. It was that guy again. I don't know why but I still liked him. Curse his hotness. He leaned down and touched my hair stroking it.

"Well zombie, take this as a warning," He said in a deadly tone, balling my hair in his fist, "we don't like gays in our school but since your here, I'm gonna make you my personal punching bag. How's that sound?"

"Scotty!!" A light voice squealed. He let go of me and got up, opening his arms then wrapping it around a ginger haired girl. "Who's this??" She said, amusement lingering in her voice.

"A fag. Don't matter, let's go." He said. I assume his name is Scott, considering her nickname for him. Before leaving, the girl walks towards me.

"What's your name?" She asked, not sounding the least bit concerned about my condition.

"Alexandre." I replied wincing. I couldn't even speak without feeling like I'm getting stabbed.

"You don't get a name like that everyday. Well, Alexandre, I know my boyfriend has already told you, but let me make myself very clear." Bloody orange juice just stepped one my hand. WITH PENCIL HEELS!! "We will never, and I mean never, accept a fag in our school." With that she walked away all giddy as I laid practically lifeless on the floor.

Que spongebob voice thingy.
A few moments later

I finally got the strength to get up off the floor only to come face to face with a really old man wearing a neon purple jumpsuit. Why?

"Are you Alexandre Thomas??" He asked.
"Y-yes." My throat hurt from all the blood that I coughed up.
"Well then let's get you to the nurse and see if she can patch you up. He walked closer and helped me walk to the 'nurses office'(?)
By the time I got there I couldn't hold on any longer.
I let the darkness consume me, yet again. 

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Hey guys. I know this isn't that good. But bear with me please. I promise I'll make future chapters longer. I hope you like it so dare.

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