“Let me go,” I hissed at Jay. “Sure. As soon as your hand is healed.” My hate filled eyes were trained on Jake. “I can take him one handed. Let me go.” Jay didn’t release me. Clifton rested his head on the desk.

“You could give him more hell if your hand was healed.” God damn him. Clifton had a skillful way of making people do whatever he wanted with the use of his words. “Fine,” I grumbled, knowing I couldn’t beat Cliff.

Jay didn’t release my shirt until Jake had left. “You hurt your hand that bad?” Paige sniggered. “Well you see, when acid spills all over your hand it generally hurts,” I said. “Dumb ditz.” She glared.

She smirked. “You were screaming like a pussy.” I shot her a hate filled look. “I’ll pour acid on you and see what you do.” She crossed her arms cockily. “Do it fag.”

Jay grabbed my shirt again as I moved towards her. “Don’t do it!” he said, irritated. “Stop doing that!” I snapped and slapped his hand off me.

He rolled his eyes and pulled out a book. I was too fired up to sleep now. “Alex do you have gum?” I asked. She glared. “Stop talking to me fag!” she snapped. “Fucking hell I just wanted gum,” I muttered. “PMS?”

She gave me a nasty look. A random memory popped into my mind and I burst into laughter. They stared at me. “Your hair,” I managed, laughing harder. Alex’s face turned bright red and she kicked me as hard as she could.

***8 Years Ago***

I was 8 years old and in Alex’s class. We were working on projects today for Christmas. I had cut out black snowflakes and glued them on a card. “Ew red head,” Alex said, glaring at me as she shoved by. I pouted and ran a hand through my hair.

“Careful with those scissors Shame!” Richie whined as I nearly hit him with them. My eyes traveled from the scissors, to Alex, and back and I grinned.

I walked carefully and quietly towards Alex. I grinned when I was standing behind her and gently raised the scissors up to her hair. Grinning, I snipped.

She spun around and horror struck her as she stared at her hair on the ground. “SEAMUS!” she yelled before shoving me into a table and kicking me where I did not want to be kicked. I groaned and fell to the ground holding myself.

“Alexandria!” the teacher roared. Tears lined Alex’s eyes. “He cut off my hair!” she cried, pointing to where the large chunk lay on the ground. The teacher gasped in horror. Alex ran her hand through her now shortened hair.

The teacher ran over and forced me to my feet. “Ow!” I growled. “Seamus! NO!” the teacher shrieked. I crossed my arms and shrugged. “Oh well. Guess you should’ve been paying more attention to your class.”

Her face turned bright red.

She took deep breaths. “Principal’s office NOW young man! We will be calling your home!” I raised an eyebrow. “Is that supposed to scare me?” “Apologize to Alexandria!” “I’m not sorry though!” “I DON’T CARE!”

I had truly outdone myself for pissing a teacher off.

Pat on the back to me!

The teacher grabbed me by my shirt and dragged me towards the office with Alex following behind us. “Hey! Child abuse!” I yelled. “Quiet Mr. Fitzpatrick!” She towed us into the office.

“Seamus Fitzpatrick snipped off Alexandria Arnold’s hair while my back was turned,” she said. “And now he is behaving most inappropriately.” I glared at the principal. I might as well move in with him I was here so often.

He gave me a nasty look. “You know where to go.” I did. Proudly, I sat in the “bad kids” chair. The principal phoned our homes and sighed, rubbing his temples.

Alex’s mom and Lizzy showed up. Lizzy gave me a stern look. I just flipped her off. Alex’s mom gasped and shot me a dirty look before engulfing Alex in a hug. “Unacceptable behavior!” the principle, Mr. Childs, boomed.

“Please sir, I’m sorry,” Lizzy begged. “Seamus is just going through a hard time! He’s acting out for attention.” I rolled my eyes. Alex was shooting me death glares. I smiled happily over at her.

And that was the day I received my first suspension.

***Current Time***

Alex gently ran her hand through her hair. I would never admit it to anyone but I had dyed my hair partly because of Alex. There were 3 reasons why I dyed it black. Bullies were one. Alex was two. And, well, the third is the whole reason I went emo.

People always made fun of the red head. Well, I wasn’t the red head anymore. The bell exploded and I hopped up with Jay and Clifton. “See ya Cliff,” I said and Jay and I went to photography. I loved photography. I told Jay I only did it to get an easy A but it was a lie. And I was pretty good at photography.

But that sadly ended and I was forced into Spanish. I hated Spanish. I couldn’t speak a word of it to save my life. So of course the teacher calls on me for an answer.

“Seamus! How would you say ‘I want to eat lunch and the mall before we go to the train’?” I looked up and flipped my hair out of my eyes. “Well, you see, I would say it with a Scottish accent.”

The teacher glared and put her hands on her hips. “No, Mr. Fitzpatrick. How would you say it in Spanish?” “You tell me.” She gave me the look. “Attempt it.” I drummed my fingers on my desk. “No hablo espanol?” I tried.

She sighed and moved onto the next person. I grinned. “Way to be,” Paxton said, flashing me thumbs up.

That class ended and I ran to catch up with Alex. “Hello!” I said cheerfully. “Back off fag,” she growled. “Sheesh, lay off the Hatorade!” I said.

We went through the day until I was back in living. Jay literally had to hold me down. “Now then students! You will work with a partner to care for these babies!” She excitedly held up plastic babies. Oh god shoot me.

She grabbed a hat. “I will draw a boy’s name and then a girl’s!” She began to pick. Poor Jay got paired with Paige. “Seamus Fitzpatrick with Alexandria Arnold!”

Well take the trigger off my temple.

I was with Alex!

She looked absolutely horrified. I came and sat next to her. “You might have to hold our baby. My hand is kind of fucked up at the moment,” I said, giving her a pleasant grin while she continued to look horrified. “Congratulations on your new baby boy!” the teacher said, handing us the plastic thing.

“Step one is to pick a name!” the teacher said once everyone had a plastic baby. I glanced at Alex. “How about Seamus Jr.?” She glared. “Fuck off Shame.” I stared at the thing. “Bob?” I offered and she nodded.

“Now then students, you must spend time at each other’s homes to get the full affect. And I will know,” she said. “My house!” Alex hissed. “My house tonight.” I just shrugged. I didn’t want to go to her house but I really didn’t want to take her to mine. Not only was my house a rundown mess but imagine if my friends found out there was a prep in it?

I imagined her reaction to my room. She’d probably faint. I grinned at that thought. Jay was shooting me desperate looks. I simply shrugged. I couldn’t help him even though I desperately wanted to. I should’ve told the teacher I was gay or something. Maybe Jay and I could’ve been partnered up.

Class ended and we went into geometry with our fake baby Bob. I plopped him down on my desk as Richie took a seat next to me. “Living?” he asked. I nodded and his mood sank. “I got partnered with Pam in my class.” I didn’t even try to hold back my laughter.

Pam was about as nerdy as it came. She had snot dripping from her nose, wore giant glasses, had frizzy hair, buck teeth with braces, and wore stereotypical nerd clothes. “She has our baby. I named him Dick.”

“This is Bob. And Richie, Dick is short for Richard.” He punched my shoulder and I rubbed it. “Quit being such a dick!” He punched me again. “Ow! I’ll kick you in your Richard!” He rolled his eyes.

The period ended and I met up with Alex. “Your house milady?” She glared. “Whatever,” she grumbled and we got on her bus.