Fan Fiction ❯ From Loneliness, With Love ❯ A New School, A New Scar ( Chapter 2 )

If kings were really rich in the medieval times, but never had the true experience of today............then why _were_ they rich in the first place? Okay, first off, I hate history and second, we are _way_ off the subject right now.

But anyways, I think moving is the most stupid, craziest, most idiotic thing in this planet and my mom does it every time I turn around. Yeah yeah, some parents. Yeah.

Well, my parents are divorced, whoopie. And my sister lives with me to annoy my fucking brains off _just_ so she can make her day. I just keep on thinking that she's the female version of satan for some reason. Hey, I'm no saint.

But I'm kinda rude to forget introducing myself. Names Ramsowen Risley, or Ramsey for short. Please don't call me by my formal name because first off, I think I'm in trouble and second....the way it's said.......it sounds like......French.....think French toast children, think french toast.

But riding the limo with my mother is way too much when it comes being a son of a rich mistress that is the CEO of a large company. And pretty much the girls flock to me for either my good looks or for my wallet. You think I carry my ATM card with me? Over my dead grandfather's grave.

The official thing is that I'm moving to a place where it's a just a _public_ school. The last school I was at was a Religion Church that were filled with money hungry and boy crazy gals that have the brains in haywire. Trust me, my days have been hell and it's supposed to be a _holy_ school for the little boys and girls....maybe it's just for the little kiddies?

But one thing for sure, I hate being rich, I'd rather be a normal guy than have to be in a large mansion with nothing to do but talk to the walls. Seriously, I do that when I get angry since I have nothing else to get angry at when my sister, Nicole or I call her Neon just to annoy her, is at collage and my mom is at a bussiness trip. So I got the whole place to myself. Heck, I could have a party with strippers and booze and they wouldn't even find out the next day. If they smelled anything, it was the dog.

But I would never do that _oh no_. People think of me as the goodie-too-shoes and as an innocent little blond boy with rainbow eyes that had a reputation of a saint. If that was what people thought of me, boy did my mom spike their drinks with something. Take it as a joke please.

We went to a full stop at our new mansion, which was slightly bigger than the last one and had green shutters. Ick. White house with green shutters, how weird. But at least it had a nice landscape with the price with a nice deep lake at the back. Then I could drown myself screaming "GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD!"

I got too many issues in my life that I don't even know what to do with them. Maybe my sister is setting me a bad example....okay first off, why do I even care?

"Ramsowen, you'll be going to school today, and you will get yourself ready before ten. Do you hear me?" My mother said strictly before leaving the limo. I made a huge sigh, this was going to be the longest day of my lifetime...wait, didn't I say that the _last_ time I moved?

I completly drag my way up the grand stairs, where's the 'grand elevator' when you need it, then I could get myself stuck there for eternity.

After getting my clothes on was just a simple black shirt and some loose jeans. Putting my other pair of sneaks on, I went downstairs to see the limo driver waiting for me by the door.

"The limo is waiting for you sir." He said as he opened the door for me. I nodded and walked out, hoping the gods are with me. But I highly doubt it because they're mocking me right now. I guess it pays to be rich and I don't mean my wallet.

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Alright, it's only been the first hour of being in this school and _where_ do I end up?

Yep you guessed it.

Hiding in the men's restroom.

Oh well, at least no girl is brave enough to go in, unless they are crazy to do so.....not that they wouldn't mind to see something private to all gentlemen in the world...but I just hid in a stall and stood on the seat just in case.

I stayed there for a while til I couldn't hear anything. Praying that the coast is clear, I quietly open the stall as though the girls were just outside about to throttle me. But it was a good thing no one was there or else the mistress's son is going to have an early heart attack.

I slowly tip-toed out of the restroom and looked around to see the hallway completly empty. I take a deep breath and dashed out. I then figured that it was lunch time so I slowed down a bit and slouched a bit. I looked over at the windows to see a bunch of seniors guys flirting with some maybe junior or maybe sophmore girls.

I kinda was in la-la land for a moment before someone touched my arm.

I could've jumped a mile in the air, but instead played cool and turned my head to meet another yet I bet you my mother's salary is another boy crazy girl. A_sort of_ cute one at least. The girl was blonde with blue streaks and had contacts. Well, by the fact that they were yellow cat eyes [1].....and they were frickin' scaring the hell out of me. I almost imagined her as a Siamese Cat waiting to attack me with claws and teeth. Ramsey, you are one big idiot.

"So you must be Ramsey, I suppose? I didn't get to see your handsome face when you disapeared into that men's restroom." She said in a sly voice, moving her hand from my arm to cheek. Okay, this girl is freaking me out with those contacts. Okay Ramsey, think of a way out, think of a way out.

I kinda put a funny face on and said, "So you were the one saying to take my shirt off? Or was that.....the hyenas that wanted to have my flesh and saying to take my shirt off for their troubles?" The girl giggled slightly and said, "I didn't say that, but really that would be genourous of you-"

I cutted her off, "Er, listen, I know the rules here, no shirt and it's up to the office I go on my first day here-" I kinda stopped my sentance as I backed into the wall. She smirked and ruffled my blonde hair. Damn it took me an hour just to get that hair in the right spot! Holy crap, I'm acting like a prep.

"You have pretty eyes, are they real?" She said as her hand explored my face, damn I'm going to bite her fingers off if she doesn't remove it from my face!

I was kinda pre-occupied with the bitch trying to seduce me, that I didn't notice someone approch me with a very pissed off look.

"Hey! HEY! Lay your filthy hands off my girl!!"I heard a guy yell across the hallway. I turned my head, just in time to be rewarded with a swift punch at the face. I fell back, _gracefully_ landed on the floor with a loud thud and sliding back into the wall, bumping my head slightly by impact.

I groaned and looked up at the guy who punched me, he looked about 6 foot 5 and had black hair and cold ice blue eyes. He had a foul look on his face, and had his arm wrapped around the girl's waist. After a slight conversation they left hand in hand. That didn't take long.

Screw that bitch then, she wasn't my type anyway. Make my day bastard, cuz I really don't give a fucking damn what you think. But what I think of you is......could you have been a little more sloppy of punching my jaw?

I stood up annoyed and walked slowly into the restroom, but was sharp enough to hear-

"THERE HE IS!!"

Damn, when can I ever _lose_ those girls?! Can I just throw a stick at them and make them go and play fetch!?

I quickly made a mad dash to the nearest men's restroom. Betting myself I was going to be stuck there for yet another hour. Bet ya that my mom's going to litterally _chew_ me when she finds out I missed practically 3 class peroids in one day. I quickly pounded the door open and slammed it shut, leaning my back onto the door. Minutes later, I could hear nothing but the water dripping from the faucets.

I looked up and practically jumped when I noticed that someone else was there, but pretty much he was a little preoccupied with the mess he was in and when I meant mess....I _mean_ mess. The poor guy was litterally looking like he came out of the garbage dumpster. But even with all that crap on him, he looked pretty hot. Hey, I favor guys sometime, is that a crime? I never found that in law books.....not that I ever read them anyways.

The guy looked almost my age, he could've been 16 in my guesses. And he was two inches shorter than me, but I couldn't help but look at his jet black hair with silver highlights, they looked like they were there biologically. His deep blue sapphire eyes were looking over his shoulder while wiping the rice pudding from his ass. But I couldn't help but look at his ass anyways. Damn, get a hold of yourself, Ramsey!

I tried to ignore him as I took a look at my split lip, damn, didn't know that the bastard who punched me wore rings, I was pretty sure that I wasn't hit by skin. But even though my thoughts were to my lip, I kept on looking at the other guy from the corner of my eye. He probably doesn't even know I'm _there_, because if he keeps on rubbing his butt like that, he's going to drive me up the wall.

"Wow, did you get in a food fight?" I asked out of the blue, sending that guy probably jumping a foot in the air and turning to me, his deep eyes seemed to draw my attention than to my painful jaw and lip. Oohhh, Pretty eyes....gya! RAMSEY! Get. A. Hold. Of. Yourself!

"Pushed into a garbage can" Was his glum response as he got some gum from his left thigh. I was twitching madly not to just to not do anything stupid like stutter or something or else somethings _really_ going to give away to him.

"Ouch that's brutal," I muttered, feeling stupid already as I dabbed my lip with a paper towel and winced, damn did it hurt.

"Did you get in a fight? No wait, that's probably a stupid question… there aren't many ways you can get a split lip." he asked, looking concerned. Damn he looks so- Ramsey, you're going to have to have self-esteem. You will not flirt, you will not flirt, you will not flirt.

"Actually, I tripped over a freshman and landed on a table." I said sarcastically, trying to sound funny.

"Really?" Was the automatic reply.

"No. I did get in a fight." I smiled and rolled my eyes. "Some idiot thought I was flirting with his girlfriend… I mean some people… have a damn good right hook." I examined my lip once more and then looked at him, then noticed some banana crap on his right cheek, damn for a second there I thought of that stuff something differerent. Damn, since when did I get so preverted!?

"You going to be alright?" He asked, sitting on the counter, looking at my lip. I looked at the mirror from the corner of my eye and didn't see any remaining blood. Was he either concerned or something else?

"Yah, I've had worse. But listen man, you smell like rice pudding… and you have something…" I trailed off and leaned within a foot from his face, "On your face."

Okay, what kind of nerve did I have to get this close to him. I was looking eye to eye at him. He looked kind of suprised and sort of dazed for a second as I placed a hand over his cheek. Getting some of the banana crap all over my hand.

"It's banana." I said leaning back and holding out my hand to show him that there was some smushed banana on it. He blinked back to earth and....did I just see him blush?

"Oh...oh Yah" He said slightly distracted, "There was some banana in the garbage can."

"That is really disgusting… " I said with a sad voice, "If you have some gym clothes maybe you should change." Man, that was very neglecting. Wow, big word.

"I'll take that into consideration." He muttered turning away. I kinda felt bad for the guy, but I had to get going, I took one last glance at him and headed for the door.

"See you around then." I said, opening the door and making a yet another mad dash to make sure I wouldn't get attacked by rabid boy crazy girls.

[1] Those contacts are the same things that my art teacher used to have. That image just popped in my head....and kinda scared me a little O.o;