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okay, hey, and all...um yeah, i have a few new chapters for you but everytime i try to post them all together the damn thing won't work, so...yeah enjoy my stupid plot line...at least i think i have one

CHAPTER TWO- Seb's POV

The walk to English was a lot slower then it usually was. I couldn't walk very fast and each step caused a spark of pain in my spine. God, I hoped this would disappear before the end of the day. I didn't want my parents to see me in pain. They would make me move to another school. Much as I would love a new start, I knew it wouldn't do me much good.

Mrs Goodmen stood at the front of the room giving some of the noisier hooligans a lecture about respect when we walked in. her cold grey eyes softened when she saw me.

"Oh my lord, Sebastien what happened to you?"

She moved over to where I stood next to David. Keira whispered a good-bye and sneaked over to her group of friends. Cheerleaders, they giggle way too much. Goodmen had always been one of my favorite teachers. When I was in seventh grade and I was bashed up by some random guy because my board had hit his foot, she nursed all through lunch. Ever since then she's always looked out for me.

"I fell." I caught Pierre glaring at me and quickly added, "and Dave and I were mucking around."

"Yeah," David added. "I gotta stop getting boxing lessons." He grinned.

Goodmen frowned, I knew she didn't believe it but she didn't say anything. "all right then, go sit down." She walked back to the front of the classroom and watched as David and I made our way to our usual seats at the back near the window.

I liked sitting back here. I could survey the whole class, listen to the lesson and look out the window. Peripheral vision was handy sometimes.

I pulled out my workbook and textbook, flipping open to the page she wrote on the board. I spent the lesson only half-paying attention. She was talking about a quiz we would have the next lesson. Two days away. Enough time for some study. But I couldn't really concentrate on what we would have to study. The throbbing of my back and eye was really getting to me. I knew I couldn't rely on David, his ADD made it hard for him to pay much attention, I usually went over the lesson with him. And Keira spent the time giggling over things the jocks were doing. But every now and then I caught her sending me a sympathetic look.

I sighed. First lesson and I was totally out of it. The day was looking just great.

The bell rang and for once I didn't wait to speak to Goodmen, I stepped outside and just kept walking. I didn't even wait for David. I just went straight to the toilet blocks. My eye was starting to swell and I needed to see how bad it looked. That way I would know whether to go home or stay at David's.

I walked in and checked to make sure none of Pierre's friends were there. I wasn't in the mood for any shit from them right now. I looked in the mirror, between the tags written in permanent marker. There was a light purple bruise around my eye and my vision was only half at its usual best. I felt anger and pain well up inside of me. I glared at my reflection, why was I such a fucken pushover? Why couldn't I fight back?

Something snapped and I slammed my fist into the mirror, the glass shattered and cut my hand. I watched numbly as the blood trickled over my skin. I wasn't there; I was just watching my foolishness from above.

I heard footsteps and familiar voices. Fear filled me and I shot into one of the end cubicles, quickly standing on top of the toilet. I locked the door and peered over the top, watching as two of Pierre's cronies sauntered in, lighting up some smokes. I held my breath and put a hand on top of the wall, to hoist myself up and over. I bit my lip to stop from crying out as pain numbed my hand. I'd forgotten about the glass.

I carefully picked out the small shards and wrapped my hand up in toilet paper, tying it up carefully. Once again I put my hand on the wall, peering over at them, glad to see they still stood there laughing and puffing away. One of them pointed at the shattered mirror, and at the drops of blood leading to my cubicle. My eyes widened and I hoisted myself up onto the wall of the toilet behind mine.

They yelled out and made their way towards me, I turned and jumped down, slamming open the door and running out of the toilets all together. I didn't stop running until I got down the back. I stopped and tried to catch my breath, each one was a stab of pain. I threw my pack and board down, following suit. I heard voices not to long after that. But I didn't care. If they wanted to bash me, let them.

"Hey, Seb. Why'd you run out of class?" Keira's face popped into view, a concerned look in her eyes.

I was about to answer her when David's voice caught my attention.

"Dude, your hand…it's bleeding."

I sat up. "Oh that. It's nothing." I shrugged hoping he'd leave it as that. Let me remind you, never hope that with David.

"Don't lie to me Seb. Tell me what happened."

"David, it's nothing, just drop it."

"It's not nothing! Tell me what the fuck happened!"

I sat still, stunned at the way his voice had suddenly risen. Keira stood there just staring at him.

"Dude, calm down. I'm sure there's a good reason." She turned to me. "Right Seb?"

I sighed. "There is…I guess…"

"Well?" David raised his left eyebrow as he sat cross-legged beside me.

"I went to the toilets, to see how bad my eye looked, cos it feels like shit. I just kept looking at the mirror and then…bam. I smashed it with my fist." I shrugged at him. "I guess I'm getting sick of being a pushover."

"You're not a pushover, Seb."

David's voice was quiet. But I knew different. My entire life I've been pushed around. I knew the truth. There were just some things I hadn't gotten to telling him. If he knew he'd agree with me.

Keira looked at me, a puzzled expression on her pretty face. I turned and looked at her, waiting for her comment. But she said nothing. Simply sat and watched me. I felt weird being watched like that. Usually our breaks consisted of me and David showing off what new skating trick we'd learned and she would sit and laugh when we fell over. Somehow I got the feeling we wouldn't be doing that at all today.

David shifted beside me pulling an envelope out of his pack. "are we still doing this man? After all of this today…"

I looked at him, his brown eyes were sad. For me. Damn it I hate sympathy, whoever thought of such a ridiculous thing, ought to be strangled with it.

"I don't feel up to any of that, David. I just want to wake up and have this all be a dream."

"But he won't think it's from you if we do it."

"Whatever dude. I don't really care."

I heard the bell ring and sighed. I watched David tell Keira what to do, she nodded and took the envelope casting me one final glance before she got up for her next class.

Next class. I had music, it was the only class where David wasn't in there. He said something to me once about getting changed into it. I think he convinced the teacher who said they'd have a meeting with the Deputy. Frankly I didn't care at the moment. He patted me on the back and helped me get my board and pack back on. I watched him walk off towards his Chemistry class. Loneliness filled my heart as I walked toward the Arts block. I pulled my headphones on and turned on my music. If I couldn't hear the taunts they wouldn't bother me.

I guess my philosophy worked, just like it did every other day. I walked past Pierre's friends they yelled some things out but I didn't catch the words. They couldn't get past the sound of Reset. I noticed one thing though, Pierre wasn't with them.

I walked into the performance room and threw my stuff down immediately walking over to one of the doors. I kept one of my guitars in here, made it easier then carrying it on the bus. I took out my keys and unlocked the door, flicking on the light. A whole bunch of instruments in and out of cases littered the small room. One of those was my guitar; another was David's bass. Each instrument had a tag, saying what belonged to whom. I noticed a small squarish case. It hadn't been there last week. I stole a glance at the nametag and stopped dead.

Pierre Bouvier.

I wonder what was in it?

I shrugged it off and grabbed my guitar. I winced as pain shot through me. I was going to have a bit of trouble playing today. Well, I didn't mind. Long as Fienret didn't want me to sing again. I got so embarrassed each time I had to do that in front of Pierre. I walked out and shut the door behind me. I set my guitar up as the class gradually began to filter in.

Pierre wandered in just before Fienret sauntered in. He made his way straight over to the room I'd been in, disappearing then reappearing with his square case. I sat down and pulled the strap over my head. Fienret handed out a sheet of paper to everyone then quickly wrote names on the whiteboard. I was singing and playing? Crappity crap.

I looked down at the sheet of paper. Noticing it was a Green Day song, a smile broke out over my face. Boulevard of Broken Dreams. Perfect. My smile disappeared.

"Alright kids, get ready." Fienret clapped his hands and the class buzzed into life.

I stayed where I was for a little while before standing and walking over to set up a mic on a stand. I tapped it to make sure it was working then focused on making sure my guitar was tuned. I put the paper down, I already knew how to play the song. I glanced over at Pierre who was walking around holding a cordless mic. Hold on. Cordless? The school didn't have enough money for that.

The square case. It must have been to hold his Mic.

Fienret called the class to attention and gave us what parts we were to sing. Pierre would sing the first verse and chorus, I was to sing the second verse and chorus then we were to sing together. Great, just great fucking great.

I stood and waited while we were counted in. I hadn't prepared myself for the way his voice would effect me. I'd had no idea how beautiful it sounded.

I walk a lonely road, the only one that I have ever known
Don't know where it goes but it's only me and I walk alone
I walk this empty street on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk alone
I walk alone I walk alone, I walk alone I walk a

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone


I hadn't expected his voice to be so full of emotion. I shook myself awake and focused on remembering the words correctly. I didn't want to insult Billie Joe.

I'm walking down the line that divides me somewhere in my mind
On the border line of the edge and where I walk alone
Read between the lines what's fucked up and everything's all right
Check my vital signs to know I'm still alive and I walk alone
I walk alone I walk alone, I walk alone I walk a

My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone


This was it. I was going to have to sing with Pierre. The man I loved. The man that hit me in the morning and the man that sauntered about like he owned everyone. I hoped I didn't suck too badly. The solo gave me a chance at least to think. I didn't need to focus too much when I played, only when I sung. His voice linked with mine as we sung. It didn't sound too bad.

I walk this empty street on the Boulevard of Broken Dreams
Where the city sleeps and I'm the only one and I walk a
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
Till then I walk alone


The pain in my spine suddenly left as I enthusiastically played the final notes. I loved this song so much. It helped me through so much. But now…now I'd had to share that with Pierre. I wouldn't have minded it last week…but after this morning I wasn't so sure.

"Well done, Pierre and Seb. You two work wonderfully together."

"Yeah you would never guess would you?" I mumbled, not realizing the mic was still on.

"Guess what Lefebvre?" Pierre narrowed his eyes.

My eyes widened. Oh crap. "Nothing. It's just about the song."

"Please," Fienret clasped his hands together. "Share it with the class."

I stared at him. He had to be kidding. He motioned with his hand to speak. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "This song is just…special. Gives me a form of comfort I guess. I have to deal with a lot of crap."

"Yeah you upper class jerks have such a hard time."

I snapped my head around to glare at Pierre. "You can't talk. Your upper class too. And at least I don't abuse my status. Unlike your type of upper class jerk!"

I took my guitar off and put it carefully in its case. I walked over to the door and unlocked it placing the case in there. I slammed the door behind me and walked over to my pack and board. I sighed. This would be interesting.

I picked my stuff up and pulled the pack on. I winced as pain shot through my arm and up and down my spine. I held the board gingerly and shot one final glare at Pierre before I walked out. I was most definitely not staying in there. Let the school call my parents. Let them lecture me on this being my last year. I quite frankly didn't give a fucken shit.

I spent the rest of the period on the fire exit stairs where I always met David for our next class. I pulled my hood onto my head when I heard footsteps. I doubted it was David, it always took him at least ten minutes to get here.

"Hey, Sebastien."

It was most definitely not David.

"What do you want?" I shot a glare up at the speaker. Pierre's brown eyes met mine and he sighed.

"Just want to say sorry man. Don't take things so seriously."

I let my stuff fall to the ground, my board clattering on the steps. I stood so I was in eye contact with him. It was hard, considering he was at least three inches taller then me.

"Don't take it so seriously? You have to be fucken kidding me?! I'm not a pushover Bouvier! I don't enjoy getting smashed for giving you back one tenth of the shit you dish out!"

I stopped for a moment. My blue eyes held my hatred for him. I was just waiting for his fists to connect with my face. When nothing happened I continued. "I don't enjoy coming to school and seeing you act like you own the whole fucken place. I 'd like to come here one day where you own up to the crap you cause people. But no, you think you're above all of that. You think you can walk all over me, all over everyone. Guess what Bouvier? Don't think it tomorrow."

I picked up my pack and slung it over one shoulder. I couldn't feel the pain, my anger and hurt was too strong. I began to walk away from him.

"Hey, Lefebvre?" he called out stopping me for a moment. I didn't look back, I couldn't. "I'm sorry okay?"

I could hear the remorse in his voice, but I just couldn't believe it. "Whatever. I'm not stupid."

I walked away then and I felt some of my pain leave me. But my chest became tight again. I really do think my heart was breaking. I loved him but all he ever did was make me feel like crap. So why did I still love him?
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