If it weren't for me negatively effecting Bandit by not going to school, I'd be in my bed for all eternity, but she started begging not to go to school because I wasn't, and I don't want her failing kindergarten because of me.

"Are you excited?" Linds asks as we begin our drive to the high school.

"Thrilled." I answer sarcastically.

"You'll be fine. If something happens, call me, and I'll pick you up, okay?" She says, a reasurring smile on her face.

"Okay."

We drive for another ten minutes until we pull up in front of a huge brown brick building, kids swarming all around it. My stomach flips, and nausea over takes me.

Linds notices my change in mood and grabs onto my hand, "Do you want me to walk in with you?"

"No, I'm alright. I don't want you getting called out if anyone notices you. You'd be stuck here for hours." I reply, looking out the car window at the hundreds of teenagers. I can't blame Gerard for being frightened by them.

"Okay. Good luck, sweetheart!" She kisses my cheek before I get out of the car, wiping her red lipstick off my cheek.

With a sigh, I join the mass of teenagers trying to squeeze into the school.

"Excuse me!" I call over the voices to a very tall boy with a black fringe.

He turns his head to look at me, "Yes?" His voice is shadowed by a heavy British accent.

"Can you tell me where the main office is?" I ask, white knuckling my backpack strap like it'll save my life.

"Sure!" He smiles, "Y'know what? It'll be easier if I just take you there."

"Okay!"

I follow him down the hall of students until we reach a red door. Reminds me of Satan. That's probably the point though. It is school after all.

"It's right in there." He speaks, sliding his hands in his pockets.

"Thank you..."

"Phil." He announces his name proudly.

"Thank you, Phil." I flash him a warm smile before pulling the door to the office open and walking in.

"You must be Razor."  A young woman sitting behind the desk grins, hands folded in front of her chest.

"Yeah..." I mumble shyly. These fucking hormones.

"Here's your schedule, locker number and combination, and student I.D." She slides a bunch of papers towards me, which a take and stow them in my bag, except for my schedule. I scan over it.

"Um, I don't know where any of these classes are." I admit.

"I've got that covered," She turns on the mic to the intercom, "Maxine Caulifield to the main office." She turns the mic off, "Max will help you find your way around the school until you adjust to everything."

I nod, waiting for this Max chick. Within two minutes, a thin girl with short, brown hair and dark circles under her eyes walks into the office.

"Max, this is Razor. Razor, Max." The desk lady introduces us to each other.

"Hey." Max waves awkwardly.

"Hello."

"Alright girls, get off to class."

Max and I leave the office after being told to, "Lemme see your schedule." She speaks as we wonder down the hall. I hand it to her, "Cool. We have homeroom, AP, P3, lunch, P7, P8, and P9 together. So, we'll be with each other for most of the day."

"Cool." I say, resting my hands on my stomach.

"So, Razor. Mega rad name." She compliments.

"Thank you. "Mega rad" shirt." I return the complement, liking her Misfits shirt.

"Super Max! Hey! Hey!" A boy with short brown hair and a cat shirt dashes towards us.

"Hey, Warren." Max sighs, putting a smile so fake on her lips it might as well be Kim Kardashian.

"Who's this?" He looks at me.

"Warren, this is Razor."

"I go by Ray." I inform.

"Nice to meet you, Ray. So, Max, how's it hanging." This guy so obviously has a crush on her.

"I'm good, and you?" She responds.

I'm definitely third wheeling.

"Good now that I'm with you."

Internally cringing.

"Well, we have to go. I have to help Ray find her way around the school. See you later, Warren." Max tells him to leave us alone in the nicest way possible.

"Oh, alright. Bye, Super Max! Later, Ray!" He smiles before turning back down the hall.

"He likes you."

"I know," She sighs, a small smile on her face, "but I have more important things goin' on right now than a boyfriend."

She's gay. It's all over her face.

"Like... a girlfriend."

Her eyebrows raise, "How did you-"

"I read a lot of fan fiction, dude." I laugh, nudging her arm.

"Well shit." She chuckles, opening a classroom door, "This is our homeroom and AP class." I walk in, Max following behind me.

"Maxine, you're late." The teacher announces.

"Ray, that's Mr. Bronx. He, as you can tell, is a perfectionist. He probably knows exactly how many seconds we were late." She whispers.

"362, Miss Caulifield!" He chimes in, "Maxine, you didn't close the door! Please do."

How did he hear that? With a sigh, she closes the classroom door.

"Miss Haven, welcome. For AP I allow the class to do what they wish so long as it stays a moderate volume in here." He tells me, and I nod.

"Is this my replacement?" A girl with blue hair and a really neat sleeve leans on Max's shoulder.

"Shut up, Chloe." Max roles her eyes.

"Chloe Price," The girl- Chloe shakes my hand without warning, causing me to flinch, "You are?"

"Razor Haven, but you can call me Ray."

"Shit. I thought my name was cool." She smirks, "So, how far along are you?"

"Hm?" I muster, confused by her question.

"How long have you been pregnant?"

My eyes widen, "Wha- how?"

"You have the scent and the glow. So, how far are you?"

I stare at her, dumbfounded, "Seven weeks."

"I won't tell anyone." She winks before dragging Max to the back of the classroom.

~~~

Lunch time

"So, this is the room where the food poisoning is served." Max announces as we enter the cafeteria.

My eyes are faced towards the floor, and by the time I look up, I'm colliding with a black figure.

"Ew! Human interaction!" The British boy screams while he curls in a ball on the floor, earning laughs from the whole cafeteria.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." I apologize at the ball of antisocialness.

"Dan!" A familiar voice exclaims from behind me.

I turn around, "Phil?"

"Hey, girl from this morning."

"Ray."

"Hey, Ray. Dan, are you okay?" Phil drops to the floor next to Dan.

"W-we touched. We interacted." He shakes.

What the fuck?

"She's cool, Dan. Don't worry, you won't catch the popular." Phil tries soothing him.

What the Hell is wrong with Los Angeles?

~~~

"How was your first day?" Linds asks as I bolt into the car.

"Fucking weird."