MERRY CHRISTMAS! I know this chapter is short, but I'm out of ideas and wanted to give you something for Christmas.

My name is Nico. I am 14 years old.

And I'm gay.

Of course, I'm abused for it. Dad'll beat me until I'm out of my 'gay stage.'

But it's not a stage. I won't be bullied into being something I'm not.

Bianca taught me that.

That was the last thing she ever told me.

My dad must be so proud. His eldest daughter, Bianca was his favourite. She had no flaws. Or so he thought.

Then, when Bianca died, his sweet little son died with her. Heck, he started saying he was gay which is OBVIOUSLY a bad thing.

And Hazel, Dad's new favourite. But she spent most of her time locked in her room.

Perfect family indeed.

Hazel and I walked to school, silently. No conversation happening between us. We didn't need to have one to know we would rather not be here.

We entered the school, and the mutters of The Freak Siblings began.

I was standing at my locker, grabbing my math binder and minding my own business when a boy with golden blond hair and tan skin approached me.

Clearly he's new here. Or he's just plain crazy. Nobody ever comes this close to me except Hazel.

His smile was so bright I was nearly blinded. I almost hissed, but I didn't. I'm not a vampire, it just hurt my eyes. He wears a bright red hoodie and blue sweat pants.

"Hey, look it's sunshine boy." I hear someone laugh and point at the blond boy.

"Hey, I'm Will. Will Solace." Will said, leaning against my locker.

"And your name is?" The blond asked.

I waited a minute to see if he was going to leave. He didn't.

"Nico." I muttered.

His grin got wider. "Nico huh?" The blond asked, "tell me, does your last name start with an A?"

He patiently waited for me to answer, but all I did was stare at him, bored. "Well?" He droned.

"It's none of your f*cking business."I snapped.

Will gasped and covered my ears. I was confused. "What the fu-" I started to say before he covered my mouth too.

"Don't swear yet child. You are still an innocent, little boy." He told me, "even if you're in the emo stage"

I ripped his hand off my mouth. "I'm not a little boy! And I'm not in any emo-stage!" I hissed angrily.

"Aw did I embarrass you Neeks?" Will teased. I stiffened. That's what Bianca called me before she died.

Only Bianca EVER got to call me that. The nickname died with her.

"Get the f*ck away from me Will."

"But why?"

"Because I'll kill you if you don't."

"No you won't."

"Don't doubt me."

"Too bad. Pretty sure even a tough little guy like you couldn't live with the guilt."

He was right. I couldn't live with the guilt. Heck, I can't even live with Bianca's death, and I didn't even kill her. But there's no way in hell I'm letting Will know that.

"Don't make decisions for me Will."

"But why?"

"Because you don't have the authority."

"But we're soulmates!" He cried.

I glared at him as people started staring and laughing at the fact that Freak Boy's soulmate was Sunshine boy.

"No, we're not. Get your head out of the clouds Solace and get a life." I growled and stormed off to math class, people clearing a path for me.

I feel kinda bad for telling Will off like that, before realizing he was basically asking for it. Everyone knows about Nico di Angelo, the unstable freak who wears black and likes death.

Not sure where that last bit comes in. Death took my sister. No way I like death.

Will must be with those jerks in the Theatre club playing a sick joke on me. But as I sit down in math class, I realize the issue.

I always where long sleeved jackets in class and everywhere I go. So how did he know my soulmate words were,

"Hey I'm Will. Will Solace."?

"It must've been a coincidence," I muttered to myself, but I don't find myself believing it.