Andy's POV:

Cigarettes are known to kill people. To cause cancer but I didn't care I just stuck the killing machine between my lips and took a deep breath in and out. I was sitting on the football bleachers looking up at the grey sky, it was so beautiful.

That might sound weird but I perfer grey skies over blue ones. Blue was too bright and obnoxious that's why I choose to wear contacts sometimes. Looking into the mirror and seeing bright blue eyes staring back is intimidating. Grey was so much more appealing.

"Yo!" Ronnie says swiping his hands in front of my eyes breaking my trance. Ronnie Radke was a drug addict who happened to be in the same clique as me. 'The Bad Boy' clique is what people call us. To be truthful I just see us as a bunch of guys who like to hang out wearing black. It was like we were the black parade or something. Actually one of the members Gerard Way was planning on writing a song tilted that. Well it was none of my business what he does. I could care less about cliques I just liked to go along with the flow and society has deemed me to be a bad boy.

"So we're you listening or not?" Ronnie asks and I just shrug. I was half listening. I was mildly intrested at the beginning but when he started to drone on about the lamest things I completely stopped caring.

"Yeah I was.." I lie taking the cigarette out of my mouth for a minute putting it between my fingers.

"Liar" Ronnie says grinning. I had no idea how he could tell when I'm lying. Not to be vain or anything but I pride myself a good liar. Ronnie always seemed to be the only one that could see right through me.

"Well anyway, it looks like we're getting a new music teacher today you know since the whole incident with Mr.Manson and that one kid the schools been on edge begging the board for a new teacher" Ronnie says leaning back on the metal bleachers.

The Manson incident was described as a pedophile relationship between a teacher and student. To be more specific a male student who claimed he was in love with Manson. Idiot. As if he actually developed a relationship with a teacher. The guy was probably a pervert who got his kicks out of messing around with teenage boys. Marilyn Manson was a pedophile.

"So Andy..thought about my little offer yet?" Ronnie says derailing my train of thought again.

"No.." I simply say moving my dark bangs away from my eyes. I needed to cut my bangs again they were getting too long and the harsh edges always get into my eye making it sting like hell.

"You know you look good with your hair long right?" Ronnie says in a flirtatious tone brushing his fingertips through my raven hair. I bite my bottom lip looking away. Ronnie and me have a difficult relationship, if you can call it a relationship.

We're like best friends since elementary but then stopped talking to each other completely after he got expelled from middle school for possessing various drugs.
Being the good friend I was I tried to get him off that stuff but he of course never listened to me. He still isn't off them yet. I could tell by his red eyes and bad stench.

"Are you high right now?" I ask him throwing the cigarette away on the grass. I didn't even make sure it was out when I felt a hand grab my wrist. Shit probably a teacher who caught us cutting class. Turning my head I expect to see the usual busters like the nosey counselor Mr.Fuentes but instead I see a pale chiseled face with chocolate brown eyes.

"Let go kid" I say pulling my hand back but he still didn't let go.

"Kid? I'm older than you by a good 5 years now I suggest you go back to class before I inform the office of you two" he says.

Ronnie being the daring idiot he was just laughs throwing his head back amused.

"And I suggest you go and fuck yourself " he says looking back at the now frowning teacher. He looked so young to even be a teacher.

"Mr. Radke please keep your mouth shut unless you want me to tell the school about your little drug addiction" he says making the cocky teen shut up.

"Good now both of you head to class" he says stepping on the cigarette putting the fire out.

"How do you know my name?" Ronnie asks getting over his moment of silence.

"That's not important, now back to class immediately" he says voice growing more tense. He was getting annoyed now and Ronnie was not helping. Before things can get worse I grab Ronnies arm and pull him down the bleachers to the grass giving the teacher a nod before dragging Ronnie back to our class.

Saint Madisons High School located in Michigan was a gigantic building full of hormonal teenagers stress induced to the point of insanity. Well that's what it looked like to me. On the inside I could tell everyone had their own troubles. School,parents, money, jobs,and kids. Yeah their were some teenagers who already have kids. Since getting pregnant happened so much nobody even made fun of the pregnant girls anymore. It was just part of life in this school.

Just as we reached our history class with Mr. Brooks the bell rang unleashing a heard of hungry teens running to the cafeteria. It was a massacre if you stood in there way but since our clique status made me and Ronnie basically gods they avoided us.

"So cutting class again and getting high again Ron's?" Kellin says walking out of his science class. He was always in there minutes later then the others.

"Fuck off Bostwick" Ronnie replies flipping the ever so 'angelic' Kellin Quinn off. Kellin then bursts out laughing along with Ronnie. The two were friends even if they didn't look like it. Kellin was a pretty chill guy but something about him was always off, like their was a certain spark of mystery to him. He was also part of our clique.

"Hey Ballsack! Duck!" Oli says in his English accent jumping on my back like a fucking monkey. The guy didn't way much but the impact still hit me hard.

"Dude seriously you need to stop that, how do you even get on him?" Kellin asks looking up at my tall figure. Oli only chuckles still in his piggy back position resting his head on my shoulder while I just sigh.

"Oli can you give me a better warning than 'duck' before attacking me?" I ask turning my head slightly.

"Hmm maybe next time love but right now I need a ride to music class so.." He trails off the mischievous gleam sparkling in his eyes. I was used to his treatment by now so I only smirked on. I had music next two so why not make the ride there a little intresting? Holding his ass casually so the guy doesn't fall off while I sprint first saying my byes to Ronnie and Kellin who both had Sex Ed next with Mr. Armstrong who preferred us to call him Billie.

When we arrive at the music room Oli was still on my back holding me in a death grip since I scared the shit out of him the way here. Hey he's the one who said he wanted a ride.

"Your a bloody maniac" he says in my ear causing me to smirk wider.

Normal people scare me so I do go out of my way to look different from them all.

"I try" I say before getting interrupted by a cough from behind me. Turning around I see the same guy who busted me earlier.

"Mr. Beirsack can you set him down so we can get on with out lesson today?" He says looking at Oli the whole time.

"Uh sure.." setting Oli down I head to my seat in the back grabbing my black electric guitar for later.

"So now since everyone's here we can officially begin class" he says getting up in front of the classroom writing his name on the board.

"My name is Mr.Purdy and I'll be your music teacher for the rest of the school year so please try to get along with me I want to get to know each one of you in a professional level so I can give your final grade at the end of the semester " Mr.Prudy says rolling his maroon sweater sleeves up exposing his pale skin. He wasent bad looking. He looked young and wore cloths that suited him,they weren't as professional as some of the teachers but that only made him look more attractive. Sitting on top of his desk he swings his legs which were accompanied by black skinny jeans. I could already tell the girls in the class are going to be falling for him.

"Why don't we go around and talk about our selves a little, how about we start with.." He trails off looking around the classroom till his eyes land upon me.

"Mr.Beirsack" he says making me bite my lower lip.

"Prick" I curse under my breath. Did he enjoy messing with me? He had been picking on me since I met him. What was his deal?