***Paige’s POV***

I walked through the school quickly, searching for that weird emo kid. Alex had confessed to me today that she had a crush on Seamus Fitzpatrick. I had to make sure he didn’t like her back. If they got together, that would be awful.

Imagine what people would say!

There he was! “Hey, you!” I called as I hurried over to him. He spun around curiously. “Um…do I know you?” he asked, trying to remain polite. “Nope. You’re Jag, right?” He nodded. “Yea, I get called that. Who are you?”

“I’m Paige and I have a question.” He took a sip of Monster. “What is it?” he asked. “Does S-”

“PacMan!”

I glared. Ugh! Dr. Holst’s stupid son. I should’ve known. He was always somewhere around the weird emo kid. How was it that Clifton was so ugly and creepy and his brother was so hot?

“What do you want prep?” he demanded. “I’m talking you fucked up emo!” I snapped. “I see that. Your mouth tends to produce meaningless words.” I glared at him angrily. “Go away Clifton. No one likes you.” “I like him! As a friend!” Jag whined.

“Let’s go,” Clifton growled at him. The two walked away from me. Emos! God damn!

I sighed. Looks like I was just going to have to convince the other emo kid to tell me. I walked around school searching for him. Rachel’s stupid little brother.

“Hey!” I called to him when I saw him. He gave me a confused look. “Bitch what do you want?” Stupid emo. I grabbed him and shoved him into an empty classroom. I ran my fingers up his chest and leaned in his ear. “Hey Richie,” I said seductively.

“W-What do you want?” he said shakily. I pressed myself against him. “You,” I whispered and pressed my lips to his forcefully. He kissed me back and our tongues battled fiercely. We pulled away after a minute breathing heavily.

He got a horny grin.

***

We got dressed, breathing heavily. Amazing how no one had found us locked in the empty classroom.

“So I have another question Richie,” I said, grinning and kissing his lips. “What?” he asked curiously. “Does Seamus like Alex?”

He chuckled. “You whore. All that just to know who Seamus likes?” He rolled his eyes and stopped laughing. “Yea, I guess he does. I don’t think he knows it though. Shame isn’t used to having actual feelings for a girl. He’s just used to one night stand feelings.”

I nodded and turned to leave. “Bye fag,” I said nastily. He laughed. “Bye bitch.”

***Seamus’s POV***

I was bored in gym while I waited for Richie in the locker room. He came in and hurried over to me. I raised an eyebrow. “Sex hair much?” His eyes widened. “Shit! Is it that obvious?” I nodded.

I tossed him a comb and he ran to the mirror to fix it. “So who did you fuck?” I asked curiously. He got nervous. “No one important,” he lied. “Richie, who did you fuck?” I demanded.

He bit his lip. “Later?” I sighed. “Fine.” We went out to class and Alex gave me an odd look. Her friend Paige was giving Richie and I an especially dirty look.

“Dumb preps,” I grumbled. “I agree!” Jay said, popping out of no where. I raised an eyebrow. “Where are the other losers?” He shrugged. “Probably skipping. You know how Clifton hates gym.”

The coach brought out things for volleyball. Great. I hate volleyball. We set up and got on teams. I was on a team with Jay, Richie, Alex, Paige, and some random kid. I think their name was Garret. Or maybe it was Kurt.

Anyways.

It was my serve and Alex was right in front of me. Grinning, I hit it with my good hand so that it smacked her in the head. “Ow! Seamus!” she growled angrily. I smiled innocently.

I hit it again and this time it hit her ass. “That could be my dick if you’d like,” I said, waggling my eyebrows. “You sick bastard!” she said angrily.

“God just hit the damn ball!” Paige snapped. “Shut up bitch,” Richie growled. “No you fag, you shut up!” she shot back. “Hey! Leave him alone!” I growled. “You fucking fag!” she said, anger clear in her eyes. “Call him a fag again! I dare you!” Jay threatened. “I will! FAG! FAG! FAG!” Jay’s face was bright red. “You whore!” he shouted.

“Hey, hey, hey! What is going on?!” the gym coach demanded as we yelled at each other. “Alex, Paige, Seamus, Jay, and Richie to the principal’s NOW!” he exploded.

We angrily walked off to the principal’s. He called our parents and rubbed his temples as they entered.

“Jason!” Jay's mom said angrily. He glared. “What is this all about?” Alex’s dad asked. “It’s about that boy being wild as usual. Honestly, some people need to learn how to control their children,” Paige’s mom said in a snotty voice, her eyes on me. “Yea? Learn to control your slutty daughter,” Richie growled. “Richard!” his father cried in shock and anger.

“Well It’s true dad! And her bitch of a mother can’t blame Seamus for anything. He didn’t do anything wrong!” Richie was furious. Everyone was.

But I was silent.

Lost in thought.

Some people need to learn how to control their children.

I had always demanded everyone’s attention. I wanted everyone to look at me. To notice me. My dad always gave me so much attention that when I lost him, I didn’t know what to do anymore. So I went after the popular kids. I wanted them to fight with me and talk about me to others. Then they would know me. Everyone would know me and stare at me as I passed.Was that why I did it?

I had planned to take my own life. Everyone would talk about the kid who had shot his brains out. They would whisper how he used to slit his wrists. They would talk about him.

Was that why I had planned to do it?

Was attention all I was after? Was that why I liked to fuck girls? Was that why I liked Alex? Because she got me so much attention? Was that all this feeling was? A desperate feeling of need?

Was my love for Alex…just a love for attention?