Title: Never Again
Author: Me
Pairing: I think you can guess...(Ricky/Nick)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: AU - Ricky's the new kid (yet again) at another highschool. At said highschool he mets Nick Hodgson and from him and others learns to trust again.
Warnings: Nothing for this chappie
Disclaimer: This is fake and will never happen because it would be impossible considering Ricky is no longer 17 as he is in my story. It's all bullshit.
Author's Note: First ever fic, plz don't kill me over it. oh and thanx for reading : ]
Chapter 1:
Time is a difficult obstacle to overcome because no matter what the situation, it cannot be in any way controlled. It can be monitored and even recorded, but when time is moving to quickly for any one person's own comfort, conditions can become... less than perfect. Seventeen-year-old Ricky Wilson was finding these statements to be quite realistic as he pedaled frantically down the suburban-like street. In the back of his mind, the young man knew there was no possibility of reaching the high school before the first period bell rang, but he wasn't going to deliberately slow his steady pace so he could take a fleeting glimpse of this new town. Of course, this was a lie.
Ricky sighed happily, feeling the crisp morning air against his pink tinged cheeks as he passed by the many amusing stores and buildings. His mum had definitely picked a more enjoyable town than the last, one with good neighborhoods, fancy stores, and a clean environment. He almost felt like he was being spoiled. The ginger haired boy rode further into the downtown area, eyeing pedestrians on the sidewalk and glancing at expensive cars driving passed him. Receiving his share of odd looks from the morning shoppers, Ricky crossed into the far right lane and picked up speed. As minutes passed and the stores became fewer, the head of the high school came into view from the road. Slowing down to a complete stop in front of the paved sidewalk, Ricky paused and studied the campus.
The school seemed to be built on a small hill giving it an appearance slightly larger than its actual size. Including a long stretch of green lawn that separated the parking lot from the main wings of the school, there were also numerous oak trees scattered across it. It's exterior marked it as one of the posher schools, not much like the ones he had previously attended, but it would due. Following a concrete pathway that led to the front doors, Ricky pushed his bike into a rack and locked it up. Walking down an empty hallway, he glanced curiously at the simple watch secured to his wrist and noticed that he had missed at least two periods in his unnecessary absence. Sighing to himself, Ricky pushed open the office doors and stood patently to the side while an elderly woman sat at her desk, chatting carelessly away to someone on her mobile. He made a small coughing sound in the back of his throat, which caught the attention of the talkative woman mid-word. She swiveled in her office chair and looked at him pointedly, muttering an apology to whomever she had been speaking with on the other end of the line.
“Yes?”
Ricky smiled politely back at her and put an arm on the counter that separated her from him.
“Hi, I'm Ricky Wilson and I'm new here. Do you think you could possibly help me get my schedule and papers?”
He could see that the woman was obviously having a hard time deciding on whether to hate him or respect him for his odd politeness. Reaching for a cardboard box placed beside her desk, she dug through it coming up with a stack of forms. She quickly flipped to the back of the stack and handed Ricky a yellow folder, which he took gratefully.
“In there are your schedules and campus map. We're in third period at the moment, so please do report to that classroom with haste.”
She paused here, taking a spare piece of paper from a drawer to scribble a note onto it before handing it to him also.
“Give this to your teacher,” she said simply.
Ricky nodded and left the office without another word.
In another situation he may have been nervous about walking straight into the unknown, but this wasn't one of them. After playing the role of the new kid time and time again, Ricky had learned all the tricks and could play the part fairly well. Stepping inside the classroom, he closed the door quietly behind him and glanced up at the body of students staring back at him. The reaction was a general one and heavily expected. Heads turned towards the new comer, some curious others slightly hostile. He grinned weakly at the mass of students in a shy fashion, slipping the note out of his pocket and handing it to the man he assumed was the teacher, standing at the chalkboard. The balding man took it and read it quickly before tossing it in the bin by his desk. He then straightened his orange tie awkwardly, tucking what looked like a price tag beneath a crease in between the fabric.
“As you see, we have a new student today,” he began, motioning to Ricky with an out stretched arm. “And because we know next to nothing about you I think introductions are in order, just the basics please: your name, age, and something you believe makes you special. Is that okay, Mr. Wilson?”
Ricky nodded, looking at the class through his ginger fringe. He cracked a smile again before stuffing his hands in his jean pockets and continuing from where the teacher had left off.
“Well, my name's Ricky Wilson, I'm seventeen, and this is the second time I've moved this month. But to tell you the honest to God truth, it probably won't be the last. I hopefully will be staying here longer than the last town though, but you never know with the way my mom keeps switching jobs.”
He paused here as a couple of students chuckled awkwardly at his introduction. He didn't know why they had laughed, but it was what he was aiming for. His speech was well rehearsed and slightly up front, but it accomplished the necessary response from the classroom. He'd be damned if he formed some kind of attachment to these people because he let himself get to close. If he moved again, which wasn't completely unlikely, he had to be able to leave without hesitation and if that meant he had to put other people off him, that was fine.
“So... I look forward to a good couple of days before me and me mum decide to pack up again,” he finished lamely.
The classroom was silent except for the random sniffle or cough, which made the tension in the small room grow. Becoming impatient, Ricky turned his gaze over to where the teacher was sat at and gave him a questioning glance. The teacher stared at him, obviously taken a back by the few comments distributed by the boy, but seemed to break out of it and nodded to him saying, “Go find a desk, Mr. Wilson. We hope you enjoy your stay at Bishop High School... however long it may be.” He seemed to add as an after thought.
Ricky smirked in response and headed for the back of the center row. Placing his knapsack on top of the wooden surface of his empty desk, he sunk low in the plastic chair and set his gaze on the chalkboard. The teacher noticed this and continued with a speech about the new school year, which had probably been interrupted by Ricky's unexpected presence. The ginger haired boy tuned out the meaningless nonsense and let his eyes wander the classroom, noticing that some of the students were still staring at him strangely. It was just a lovely experience to be a part of.
As the period moved on the bell rang and the boys and girls rushed out of the cramped room onto their next period class. Once Ricky had reached the door, he was glad to see that groups of students who had previously been in his English class were now staring at him in confusion. Sadly though, Ricky now found himself in need of directions to the gymnasium.
Gym, Ricky thought dejectedly.
What a waste of my time.
Pulling the folded map out of the pocket of his knapsack, Ricky tried to navigate his way to his P.E. class, but was having little luck in it. Kicking a locker as he heard the fourth period bell ring, he sighed with annoyance and continued walking down the endless halls of the high school. When he was just about ready to give up and head back to the office, he saw a small group of boys standing by the main doors. One of them, with long chocolate brown hair looked up sharply at hearing the incoming footsteps, suspecting them to be that of a teacher's. He seemed to visibly relax seeing Ricky instead and offered him a friendly smile. Ricky smiled back and passed by the group, noting that the boy was still looking at him while his friends seemed to be scowling menacingly in his direction.
“Are you lost?”
Ricky stopped at the familiar accent and turned to see the boy walking towards him. He scratched his neck and chuckled lightly waving the school map at the other boy, trying to ignore the hard stares he knew he was getting from the group behind them.
“Don't suppose you know where the gym is?” He asked handing the pamphlet to the brunette, also noticing that he sported a pair of lovely blue eyes similar to his own.
The boy flipped through the pages quickly and then tossed the papers over his shoulder, shrugging indifferently before pointing down the locker filled hallway.
“Go down that hall until you see a glass door, go through the door and you'll see a big green building which will no doubt be the gymnasium. That map you had won't do you much good. It's from a couple of years ago and we've remodeled.”
Ricky nodded, glancing down the hallway to his next class.
“You'd better go,” the brunette warned, turning on his heel as he walked back to his friends by the doors. “Wouldn't want to be caught in the hallways in-between classes, would we?”
Ricky once again nodded, leaving the group to their own devices. He found the glass door and made his way to the green building the brunette had been describing to him. The boy himself had been in interesting discovery for Ricky. He had a Leeds accent similar to his own and was owner to the darkest blue eyes he had ever seen. The way the lean brunette's body towered over his smaller frame and the way his locks of chocolate colored hair hung low over his lightly freckled face. In other words, the boy was fit.
No, Ricky thought grimly to himself.
None of that here. This place actually stands a chance and there's no way I'm fucking it up this early in the game.
Simply, Ricky would have to stay away from the boy, which didn't seem like it'd be much trouble considering the brunette didn't even seem to go to his lessons. His friends clearly had something against him and would probably drive him away anyway.
To bad, he thought.
I didn't even catch his name.
tbc.
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