Title: I Don't Know How To Get It Back To Good (2/?)
Author: daviddesrosiers
Rating: NC-17 Eventually.
POV: 3rd.
Summary: Eighteen year old Pierre Bouvier's perfect world of potential stardom comes to a crashing halt when his ego over-inflates and is kicked out of the only thing he had going good in his life: his band Reset. They disband and the former singer is tossed back into high school where he comes to the realization that no one wants to befriend a washed up wannabe rock star...except, oddly, the most popular group of kids in College Beaubios. Under one condition. He needs to pass a test to make sure he's worthy: nail the biggest loser of the school before prom night; David Desrosiers.
Disclaimer: Not real, wish they were, blah blah blah, etc etc.
Dedication: This one goes out to my bffl kristen aka shakedown for keeping me sane. xoxo.
Author's Note: I haven't done chaptered fics in a long time, plus this is my first time ever writing one that is completely AU. So be nice!
Also: I just started using this journal for more than just communities, so if you want to, feel free to add me! I'd love more friends. :)
Previous Chapters: one

This don't mean that you own me. This ain't no good, in fact it's phony as hell, but things worked out just like you wanted too. If you see me out, you don't know me. Try to turn your head, try to give me some room to figure out just what I'm going to do. Cause everyone here, hates everyone here for doing just like they do. It's best if we all keep this quiet instead and I couldn't tell why everyone here was doing me like they do...but I'm sorry now and I don't know how to get it back to good.
- Matchbox 20



Just like Patrick said, as soon as they got to school grounds, they parted ways.

He didn't even say goodbye, not even so much as a "see ya!" It was just like someone had thrown a lasso around him and tugged him in the opposite direction. For a fleeting moment, Pierre felt lost and petrified, wondering if he should follow him because they did have first period together. Quickly after though, he remembered that he should probably check the location of his locker first since that's probably the direction his cousin was heading before class started and he had an inkling that it wasn't in the same area.

Plus, the last thing he wanted to do was look like he needed to follow his cousin. Of all people. Especially when people in this school didn't know him.

If the kids attending this school had any sort of brain matter within their heads, they probably thought the same things about his cousin that he did; geek, dork, nerd...loser. Pierre practically cringed at the thought of being labeled in those same categories just because he was walking into school with him.

Teenagers could be so judgmental and Pierre knew of all people that first impressions stuck to someone's idea of you like crazy glue.

Sighing, he clutched the strap of his messenger bag and walked over to the nearest entrance. Pierre was fighting the urge to laugh, not sure if it was out of amusement or confusion because people running away from him wasn't exactly something that happened to him every single day. In fact, no. It was a shock. In Pierre's head, it was a privilege to even get to stand close to him and be noticed...so when Patrick just went and left him like that, it felt a little odd. He had gotten used to people just begging to hang out with him all of the time, so walking around with no one by his side made him feel...empty, unwanted.

Pfft. He didn't take the latter of the two seriously.

Pierre Bouvier was not unwanted, he just hadn't met anyone just yet.

His cousin did not count.

"Well, whatever. Fuck him," Pierre murmured exasperatedly to himself as he pulled the door open with more force than he intended from the slightly bottled up anger.

Second shock of the day: someone was on the opposite side of the door as he did this.

Obviously this came as a surprise to the other boy as well, so when he was practically flung forward with enough force to knock Pierre down onto the cement, he let out a squeak in terror and a loud "oof!" when their bodies hit the ground.

Well...so much for Pierre feeling no attention!

By the size of the kid who literally ran into him, the former singer had to wonder how the hell he was knocked down with such force. He was pretty sure that he could wrap his arms around this boy twice and still have room between them, that's how thin he was. To make things even more odd, the kid looked like he couldn't even hurt a fly...or would want to, for that matter.

Pierre ended up staring a little too long than was probably normal. He couldn't help it. Once he was able to take a good look at the boy who just knocked him down, he didn't want to look away. That sounded a bit cliché, but he didn't think it was. The other was gorgeous.

For a split moment, Pierre took the chance to thank God or whoever the hell it was that was watching over him to have such an attractive person practically fall right into his lap.

It's not like he wasn't used to that kind of attention from attractive people, but it was just a nice thing to happen to him. Very, very nice.

Confused, honey golden eyes looked back at Pierre when the other looked down, long ink black hair splayed in his face and semi-blocking the view. His skin was ridiculously pale, such a clash to the former singer's tanned body, but it weirdly went well with the jet black hair and dark clothes the other was wearing. A ring was snugged well in the center of his bottom lip and another in his nose which made the term "punk" stand out for a moment...though the boy looked anything but tough.

Pierre had to admit that the view was nice. If most of the people at this school looked like this boy, there would definitely be absolutely no problem for him to show up every day.

So, it wasn't like Pierre minded the other on top of him, and it's not like the other was squishing his body with the non-weight that he possessed...it was just the fact that he landed on his back on the tough concrete and that really fucking hurt.

Once the initial shock wore off, the small boy's eyes widened in realization of what just happened as he scrambled off of Pierre's body and got to his feet. The first thing Pierre expected was for the other to help him up, so when he was able to sit up again, he reached his hand out for a little assistance back onto his feet.

"Watch where the fuck you're going!"

Well, he did not expect that.

Retracting his hand, Pierre eyed the other boy as he busied dusting himself off and gave a small disbelieving noise in this throat. Dude, this kid just runs into him and knocks him over and doesn't want to help him up? Pierre might have been full of himself, but if he ever knocked someone down by accident, he'd help them back onto their feet with no problem. Especially if they were as attractive as he was.

"I actually think that you're the one who ran into me," Pierre felt the need to point out, using his own hands to push himself off of the ground and back up to his feet. He adjusted the messenger bag over his shoulder and waited for the other to give him an apology.

Instead, he was met with the other looking back at him, those same bright hazel eyes locked on him as an eyebrow raised in such a way that it made the singer's frustration melt away a little. Just a fraction of a bit. It was cute, okay?

"It's cool," Pierre added on as the other continued to stare at him like he had a few screws loose. "I know it must be pretty hard to talk to someone like me, especially with the way we met...I normally don't do things like that till after the third date...second, if you're lucky." He punctuated that sentence with a wink and the other stared back at him incredulously.

"Who are you?" The other boy asked in shock, eyebrows furrowed in disbelief. Some nerve of the guy, not knowing where the hell he was going and then acting like he was God Almighty. He hadn't even seen him before in his life, was he new to College Beaubios or something?

The question caught Pierre off guard. "What?" He could help asking the question, eyes wide in surprise because, wow, okay, usually people knew who the hell he was and now this...this random high school kid didn't know who he was?! "I'm Pierre Bouvier," he answered with a scoff, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

David just answered with a roll of his eyes and "okay Pierre Bouvier, you're making me late to first period so i'm out of here. I hope your ego hasn't made your head so big that you can't walk through the door."

And with that, the boy left, walking away, making a cut across the field to another entrance into the building.

He left Pierre dumbfounded, the former singer just standing there mouth agape as he thought to himself. Okay, this was not how he was planning his first day to go. The cute boy knocking into him was definitely a good start but, hello! Clearly he was not worth it if he didn't know who he was and it also obviously meant he didn't even listen to good music.

Who did he think he was with that attitude anyway? Some kid who ruled this school? Pierre may not have known anything about College Beaubios...or high school in general, but the kid was just plain nasty.

Okay, so maybe it was both of their faults for not paying attention to each other when the door was opened, but it was an accident. Still! An apology would've been nice, Pierre was sure his back was going to hurt him for the first few periods and probably past lunch. And what the hell, it was still fucking bothering him to no end that he didn't even know who he was! What kind of idiot didn't know who he was?!

Did fronting Reset for three years of his life get him nowhere? This was ridiculous, that kid should've been on his knees and kissing his feet. Or perhaps on his knees doing something else with that mouth...

Why did this bother him so much? usually Pierre was the type of guy to shrug off blows to his ego...though, that rarely happened. Did it actually ever happen? Or did he just think he was good at letting people belittle him? His head was starting to hurt from thinking too much and he was slightly pissed that it was this random emo kid who spoke to him like that.

But if he was pissed off at the boy, then why was he completely bummed out that the conversation didn't last longer?

"Hey!" Pierre called out, turning around to watch the other's body become smaller with distance. He didn't turn around to look back or anything and Pierre just sighed. "You didn't even tell me your name..." he muttered to himself, knowing it was pointless to even ask for it since he was too far away now and obviously didn't care.

Yeah, definitely not a good way to start off his first day of school.


----

"Please explain to me the growing number of shitheads we're gaining in this school's population."

The boy with the long black hair slammed his book bag down onto the lunch table with such force that it wobbled, the only other person occupying it, a skinny girl with long dirty blonde hair and a thick ring of black eyeliner coating her eyes, looking up and glaring at him.

"Watch it, David! I gotta finish this report on statistics for second period math and the last thing I need one of your bitchy moments ruining the graph I've been working, slaving on the entire night," she over-exaggerated (but with good reason) and looked back down at the graph paper on the table in front of her, checking to see if the interruption and shake of the table had ruined any of her lining.

David just grumbled in return, knowing it was pointless to argue with his best friend when it came to homework, especially considering she was retaking this math class and had to pass with flying colors to be able to graduate this year. He pulled the chair he normally sat in out from under the table and plopped down.

For a moment he took in his surroundings.

A decent amount of the tables were empty, even though they were still selling breakfast meals to kids till it hit eight-thirty and it had only just gotten to eight o'clock on the dot. The kids that were in there though, David saw them every day, same time and same place. Most of them were finishing up homework like the other member of his table was in the process of doing, or some were asleep, hoodies over their heads and probably drooling all over the notebooks there were face-planted in on top of their table.

Basically it was the same shit, different day.

The cafeteria was basically the hang out place that students went to when they didn't have class or didn't bother going to class when they didn't have a car that was able to get them the hell off of the property. So many students were in there every period of the day that the security just couldn't keep up with who was supposed to be in what class at what time. Perfect place to hide away and chill with friends if you needed a place to go.

Okay, so maybe David had lied to that...weird new kid about having first period class. But damn, he wanted out of that awkward conversation, and fast.

David started school during his second period, the first was a free, which under normal circumstances would be pretty fucking cool because he could sleep in and such...if his best friend was not an early bird and wanted to meet up to chat during first period in the cafeteria every single morning.

The blonde practically beamed as she sat back and looked down at the graph which she obviously just completed.

"If I didn't care about crumpling up the paper, I would so give it a big hug right about now!"

The boy rolled his eyes at his best friend and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.

"You are so weird, Avril."

"Not weird, gifted!" She retorted, reaching down to the floor to pick up her back pack which was kept safe beneath her chair and dropped it onto the table. Note: With much less force than David did just seconds prior. Unzipping the back quickly, she pulled out a bulky pink notebook, sloppy and complete with papers sticking out from every end that was possible.

David eyed her as she opened up the mess, in search of the section that was obviously for math...though he wondered how she could possibly find it in that pigsty.

"Careful, or your notebook might eat that homework for lunch."

"Your humor is not amusing to me right now, ta gueule," Avril snipped at him and David just pursed his lips together, smirking, clearly amused by his own joke. "So what were you telling me before about the obvious population of shitheads in this school?"

David snorted a laugh at looked at her. "You just told me to shut up and now you want me to talk?"

"You know I was just saying it out of love! Now spill."

All David could do was shrug. Could he even explain what had happened to him just moments ago? It was just so strange. He was practically feeling secondhand embarrassment for the guy from what he said to him.

"I guess we have a new kid here," David started to speak and Avril's eyebrows lifted in interest. "I don't know, but he bumped into me, literally--" he didn't want to explain in detail what had happened, that was something to get into later when the thought of it didn't make his cheeks flush with embarrassment. "--and then it got...weird..."

"Weird as in...?" Avril asked nudging him as an urge to continue and David gave another shrug.

"I don't know. He acts as if he's some sort of celebrity, like I should've worshiped the ground he walked on. I've never seen him before in my life. It was really fucking strange."

Avril made a face, upper lip curling in slight distaste for the guy she hadn't even seen yet. "Maybe he's a transfer?" She offered her thoughts, sitting back in her chair and went to start shoving her notebook back into her bag. "Maybe he's friends with Sebastien, Jeff, Liz and Carly?" David cringed when those names were mentioned, especially the last one and Avril took note of that, biting her bottom lip for being stupid and mentioning them and sighed. "I'm just saying, because maybe that's why he's walking around acting all high and mighty, thinking he "rules the school", you know?"

"Maybe," David said but didn't think twice about it. "It just doesn't seem logical, though."

"How so?"

"He...uh...he hit on me," David divulged, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. It had been a long time since someone had hit on him honestly, which is why he didn't even see that coming from a mile away.

Avril was silent and blinked a few times before responding. "Oh. So that kind of voids that theory out, then because--"

"Lets not talk about this anymore, okay?" David cut her off, feeling incredibly uncomfortable and sinking further down in his seat, suddenly having the strong urge of wanting to turn invisible. Avril immediately ceased talking and shot him a look of sympathy.

"Désolé," she apologized quickly, fast to change the subject. "Hey, wanna get something to eat? I think they're making the egg and cheese sandwiches today and..." she glanced up at the clock. "We've got about fifteen minutes before they stop and start getting ready for lunch."

Forcing some sort of a smile, David nodded.

"Yeah, that sounds good."


----


Finding out where his locker was located turned out to be a lot more simple than Pierre expected. It was a pretty far distance away from the part of the school where his first period class was, but it wasn't like that was a thousand meters away. It was walkable.

His locker was in between two that both belonged to girls. They were both semi-attractive but neither noticed Pierre so much existed while they arrived to get their books during the process of fixing up his locker. Even when he flashed his best smile when their eyes met.

This left Pierre dazed and confused, eyebrows knitting so tightly together in frustration that his head was beginning to hurt. Okay, so he wasn't Mr. High School. He had only gone during half of his freshman year so he didn't know what the hell to expect or do, but it wasn't like meeting people was any different than the real world. Usually he had them wrapped around his finger by just giving a glance.

Now nothing was working.

He felt like he had just stepped into The Twilight Zone and it freaked him the fuck out. How was this possible? Okay, so those two girls didn't matter. They weren't worth his time and they were definitely not attractive. What was he thinking?! Maybe he had been desperate for some other form of attention that he'd try to snag anyone...

...or maybe those girls really were attractive and now he was just being bitter.

Deciding to forget about his locker and attempt to find where exactly his first period class was, Pierre slammed the door closed and walked down the hall, following the decrease in the door numbers.

Soon he found his way to the opposite side of the building; where the science wing was. Pierre guessed that everything was sectioned off in different spots and it would probably be hell to cut across the school to other periods during the five minute intervals between classes. He hoped that the next four classes he had that day wouldn't be as bad distance-wise.

He didn't really know what to think of his schedule and the fact that it seemed so hard to grasp made him frustrated. This was not at all what he remembered back in his freshman year. That year he had one schedule with eight straight classes, the same, boring routine every day...but this time he had ten classes which were split for five a day and swapped every other day. As if it wouldn't be annoying enough to remember to do homework for every class and remember where exactly each one was, he also had to remember what day it was so he didn't get the classes mixed up.

What a pain in the ass.

Walking into room 205, Pierre took a good look at his surroundings. Nothing out of the ordinary. It was a Chemistry class so he saw the lab tables set up, beakers and test tubes on each desk ready and set to go for the day's lesson. There were a few people in the class already, but not that much and they all looked up from what they were doing to look at him.

Suddenly Pierre felt like he was the specimen ready to be hunted down for an experiment for the class with the way the other kids were looking at him. No, he was not a random lost kid that walked into the wrong classroom, he was in the right place. They could stop looking at him like he was out of place any day now, really. Looking up at where the clock was, Pierre read the time. Eight o'clock.

The timing was sort of uncanny, as soon as Pierre saw the time, the bell rang and he jumped slightly in shock. It wasn't like the sound was loud, it just surprised him.

People started to fill up the room like a herd of cattle being released. It was funny how seconds ago the room was practically empty and now most of the lab tables were filled with students catching their breaths from running into the room. Pierre automatically assumed the teacher was strict with lateness and tardiness because, really, who honestly gave a fuck if you were a few minutes late? Then again he seriously hadn't sat inside of a classroom in years so maybe he just didn't know any better.

Standing near the door and feeling like a dumbass, Pierre didn't know what to do. Should he just sit down someplace randomly? Wait for the teacher to arrive? At least every person had eyed him standing at the door by now and the former singer could see Patrick on the opposite side of the room, practically glaring at him when their eyes met. Yeah, no help there. That was easily a sign for Pierre to not make a reference to him at all. Like he needed any help anyway.

Whatever, it didn't matter. What Pierre didn't like however, was the fact that he was starting to completely losing his cool and this was a high school. First period had started and the only person he had spoken at least a word to was the lanky kid who had run into him before he even entered the building, and that wasn't even a willing talk!

Feeling a hand place on his shoulder, Pierre turned around to see a older women standing next to him who had just walked through the door. She was slightly overweight but not by much, blonde hair with a tiny hint of grey and a smile pulling at her lips which made slight creases and wrinkles at the side of her eyes. Pierre could guess that she must've been not a day younger than fifty.

"You must be Pierre," she said and he forced a smile back.

"Unfortunately," he said, faking enthusiasm and the teacher just gave him a small laugh and a slight nudge.

"I'm Mrs. Cole. Go choose an empty seat to sit at while I give a few announcements."

With no choice, Pierre walked over to the nearest empty seat which was a few rows down and luckily next to what he thought was a mind-blowingly attractive girl. She didn't even seem to care that he chose sitting next to her, though. She was too busy jotting down something in a small notebook that was sitting on her lap.

Her brown, wavy hair that looked like she spent hours fixing up to curl perfectly blocked some of her face, but Pierre had noticed her when she walked into the room. She was the kind of girl that would catch any guy's eye, like she was the master at holding a room's attention by just walking into it. She had that kind of aura and Pierre knew because he had that too...or at least used to. Didn't seem to be working out so much at the moment.

Thinking of saying something to break the ice, he was cut off before he could come up with anything.

"Don't get too comfortable, the seat you're in is normally taken," the girl spoke up, her voice as smooth as honey when she talked, eyes still down on the notebook in her lap. "So I suggest you find a better place to sit for the next time we have class."

Pierre blinked but didn't really let this phase him, dropping the bag he still had hung over his shoulder onto the floor next to the stool he was sitting in.

"Well then, I guess your pretty self will be lucky enough to sit in my presence for at least one day," Pierre replied and he got the reaction he was hoping for, the girl looking up from her notebook to make eye contact. She eyed him suspiciously for a moment, as if trying to place him, recognizing him from somewhere and Pierre's ego started to grow again because, yeah, he used to get that a lot. The girl obviously knew who he was.

Before he could say anything else though, the teacher spoke up which ceased all of the talking in the room, all attention now on her.

"Alright class! As you know, the big assignment for midterms is coming up soon, so we're going to spend most of the class today discussing that and what to expect and need to prepare for it--" a few groans were emitted at different areas of the classroom, but Mrs. Cole continued on. "--but we have a new addition to the class I'd like to address first. Pierre, would you come up to the front of the room and introduce yourself?"

Not really expecting to actually make an introduction, Pierre was surprised, but happy that he actually had time to focus on something he was excellent giving attention to: himself. "Gladly!" Hopping off of the stool he was on, Pierre quickly walked up to the front of the room, standing next to the teacher's desk and eyeing his audience.

Usually he was insanely good at keeping people's attention, it just came with performing onstage for years, so he knew he'd have no problem with this.

"Hey, I'm Pierre Bouvier..." He expected some eyes to light up at the sound of his full name, but none really did. If this were some sort of a movie, Pierre was pretty sure he'd hear crickets in the background by now. There was a pause after those first words, really expecting to hear some gasps or anything remotely sounding like a shock...but he got nothing. His ego took a plummet back down. "I used to be home schooled until my band started to really take off, then I quit to focus on the band...but uh...I'm obviously back again except at another school because I'm staying with..." he looked in Patrick's direction who sort of sinked down into the chair he was sitting in and Pierre rolled his eyes. Yeah right. Like he'd give his cousin the honor of letting people find out that they were related. "...a few cousins of mine."

Someone could cut the awkward silence in the room with a knife and Pierre took that as his cue to go and sit back down, but some kid in the back of the room spoke up.

"If your band was starting to get big, why did you stop with it and come back to school?"

Pierre blinked. Well, shit. He didn't think he'd be answering any questions...especially not ones that involved the downfall into the lowest moment of his life.

"Uh...well, it's sort of a long story, so I don't want to bore you with it--"

"What was your band's name?" A girl that was sitting at the lab table in front of Patrick's interrupted him.

Pierre swallowed. Would they know about all the shit that happened if he said the name of his band? None of them even knew who he was to begin with though, so how would they know about his drinking and everything that went down?

"Reset."

"So that's where I recognized you from."

Pierre's head turned to look back at the girl he decided to sit next to, the one who spoke up. The notebook that had been on her lap was now closed and placed at the corner of the lab table, green eyes sparkling with a look that made him something he wasn't used to; nervous. He knew that she must've known with the look she had given him prior to the terrible introduction he was somewhat forced to give, but at that moment, Pierre felt a sliver of fear run up his spine from the way she was eyeing him. For once that entire day, the former singer wished that no one had heard of his band.

"So you guys were famous and stuff? How come I've never heard of you before?" Another person popped into the conversation and Pierre opened his mouth to reply, but he wasn't quick enough.

"Oh no, they weren't what you'd call famous," the girl with the piercing green eyes spoke up again, her voice tinted with sarcastic amusement. "Remember that recent Green Day tour over the summer? Well, they had an opening band, but when they got to the stop here in Montreal, they were just on their own."

Pierre felt his blood run cold, he knew where this chick was obviously going with the story.

"Rumor has it, the lead singer totally destroyed the band because of alcoholism..." still eyeing the former singer, a smirk curled the corners of her lips upwards and she raised an eyebrow in question. "Weren't you the lead singer of your band Reset, Pierre Bouvier?"

"Carly, that will be enough!"

Unfortunately, the teacher spoke up and told the girl to stop talking way too late. Pierre saw as a bunch of the teens in the class whispered to one another, a few glancing in his direction and giving small laughs. He felt nauseous, the color draining from his face. His secret was out. Not only was he the new kid in school, oh no. Now he was the new kid who blew his shot at stardom because he was an alcoholic.

Who did this chick Carly think she was anyway? Miss high and mighty?! She just sat there with a smirk planted on her lips, now looking back down and writing in the small notebook again as if saying to herself "mission accomplished!" What exactly was accomplished? Ruining Pierre's potential stardom in the school at least? Now he knew because of her that any hope of having anyone wrapped around his finger was hopeless.

If she didn't say anything, Pierre was sure no one would've really figured anything out about his past. At least for a few weeks, maybe months. No one really seemed to grasp who he was, even after he said the name of his band. All in all, that really fucking sucked as well, but now that wasn't what Pierre hated the most.

The teacher threw Pierre a sympathetic look and gestured back to where his seat was, telling him to sit back down. All he could do was sigh and oblige, self pity starting to sink in deep, past his skin. He never thought he'd feel this way in his life, but right now he hated himself.

When Mrs. Cole went back to talking again, starting on the day's lesson, Pierre begrudgingly lifted up his bag to place on the table and open up to retrieve his notebook.

"Why'd you go and fucking say all of that shit for?!" He hissed at the girl named Carly, voice low so the teacher couldn't hear him.

The girl didn't even bother look up from her notebook, give him the satisfaction of looking in his direction and he could still hear the smirk on her lips as she spoke.

"Welcome to College Beaubois."

----


One thing Pierre Bouvier found out fast about high school was that word got out quicker than lightning striking during a thunderstorm.

He thought rumors and paparazzi were bad? At least that took time for shit to hit the fan, but for the rest of the day, no matter where the former singer went, who he tried to talk to, he just got a) weird looks or b) laughed at.

He didn't know which one was worse.

----

Arriving home from school, Pierre immediately started walking up the stairs to his bedroom after he slammed the door shut. He didn't bother waiting for Patrick to help walk him back home...but it wasn't like he needed his help anyway. He remembered the trip from the direction they took that morning.

"Hey superstar, how was your first day of school?"

Aunt Laura walked out of the kitchen to greet her nephew after she heard him walk in, watching as he walked up the stairs quickly. Frowning, she moved over to the bottom of the stairs and looked up at the other, grasping the railing with one hand and placing the other on her hip.

"So you're just going to blow me off like that and not tell me any exciting news about today?"

Halting his steps, Pierre spun around on his feet to look down at his aunt incredulously.

"Exciting?" He fought back a bitter laugh. "Are you fucking joking me? I went from being a rockstar to being forced back into school where shit spreads around about me like the fucking plague! I made absolutely no friends today, sat in the bathroom of the cafeteria for lunch because there was no fucking place for me to sit...I literally ran into some fucking asshole before school started so hard that I fell backwards and my back is fucking killing me now!"

The front door opened again and Patrick entered into the house, raising an eyebrow as he walked into the conversation that Pierre was practically screaming.

"Oh, and to top it all off, midterms are in two and a half fucking weeks and I need to take them. Without knowing anything," Pierre was on his last nerve, ready to throw something at his aunt who just stared at him with wide eyes.

"So whoever's bright idea it was to shove me back into school during the middle of the second month into it can kiss my ass. Thanks a lot, Aunt Laura. Thanks a whole fucking lot."

And with that, Pierre turned back around and stomped up the rest of the stairs and down the hall to his bedroom, slamming the door to punctuate how pissed off he really was. Sighing, Laura closed her eyes and reached up to rub at her temples.

"Please tell me he's overreacting."

"Oh no," Patrick beamed as he kicked off his shoes to leave at the door. "No, it was so much worse than what he just said. It was amusing, really. Everyone thinks he's pathetic."

"Patrick!"

"What?! Something like that is good for his fucking ego. It needs to be deflated. He made himself look like such an ass so many times today and he didn't even realize it."

Sighing, not even knowing how to counter that statement, Laura shook her head. "Just go do your homework."

With a shrug, Patrick did as he was told, exiting to head to the living room. Laura still stood there though, looking at the top of the stairs and debated if she should go up to see Pierre...or just leave him alone for the rest of the night.

The latter of the two won.