a/n:: fuck yeah my dudes i got it to upload the slightly more edited version ;))
-

When Jon wakes up the next morning, it's to a pillow hitting his head and someone screaming "STOP YA DAMN SNORING BITCH YOU SOUND LIKE A GODDAMN CHAINSAW!"

Jonathan pulls his face up off of something (that he quickly realizes is his bed), and gives Luke a confused look. "Huh? The fuck you mean I'm- I'm a damn chainsaw. Do I look like a- like a- a fuckin' bladey bitch to you?" His tired mind isn't exactly helping his speaking skills, though he doesn't actually care.

Luke laughs, before shaking his head and leaving the pillow on the floor next to Jon's bed. "Class starts in ten minutes, dude. Get your lazy ass up!" Luke then sits back on his bed, chuckling to himself as he pulls out his phone. "I'm all ready, and I doubt you know where you're going. Did you ever even get your schedule?"

Jonathan blinks. "T-ten minutes? The fuck?!" Jon scrambles up off his bed, running over to the closet. He changes as fast as he possibly can, grabbing a plain white shirt and a pair of jeans. When he's all dressed, he puts on his hoodie and then grabs his bag.

Luke looks at him, before snickering quietly. When it's clear Jonathan can't figure out why he was laughing, Luke shakes his head and chuckles. "You know you're probably gonna want your shoes on, right?"

Jonathan looks down at his feet, then gasps. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me?! You're a damn jerk, you know that Luke?" He then puts his shoes on, and walks out without Luke. He would catch up eventually.

-

Sure enough, as Jonathan walks into the office to get his schedule, Luke is right behind him. The lady at the desk in front looks up from her papers, raising an eyebrow at them, specifically Luke.

Luke laughs loudly, waving at the lady. "Hey, Miss Ava! How's it goin'?"

"Patterson? Shouldn't you be in class right now, young man?" Her voice has a hint of amusement in it, as though this isn't the first time they've met like this. 

Luke shakes his head, patting Jonathan's back. "Nah.  I'm here because my buddy Jonny over here forgot to come pick up his schedule. Today's his first day, isn't that exciting?"

She smiles and nods, reaching into a pile of papers and pulling one out. "It is, it is. Jonathan Dennis, right?" When Jon nods, she hands the paper to him. "This is yours, honey. Take care now, okay? Luke, take a pass so you don't get detention again."

"A'ight. Thanks, Miss Ava! You're the best!" Luke snatches a pass off a tray and then drags Jon out the door. They walk along for a few moments, until they come to a stop in a hallway.

Luke grabs the schedule, scanning it over. "Holy shit dude, we got lunch together! This is gonna be fuckin' sick!" He grins excitedly and points to a few lines on Jon's schedule.  "And look! We got first class together, too! Shit, man, you're gonna love it. Mr. Viking's math class is badass!"

"M-math? The fuck? Why do I gotta get math first?!" Jonathan whines loudly as he snatches his schedule back, examining it closely.

"Fuck that, dude! We better get goin' before Mr. Viking smacks us with a textbook!" Luke continues to drag Jonathan down the hallway, leading him to a classroom with a bright red door.

He swings the door open, a grin on Luke's face as he waves to the teacher. The teacher eyes them both, before sighing and pointing to two empty desks. "Both of you go sit down. I'll get introductions down later," he says, turning back to the board and continuing to write.

"He's usually a little tired for the first few minutes," Luke explains. "Trust me, I had him last year too. Super good teacher, though."

Jon sits in the desk, quietly settling himself down. It's a few minutes before the teacher comes up to his desk, setting a few papers down. He leans over a bit, smiling down at Jonathan with an excited glint in his light green eyes.

"I'm your math teacher, Mr. Viking. Some people call me Mr. Ze, though. You're Jonathan, right? Yeah, okay," he explains, beginning to show Jonathan the papers. "So this is the worksheet for today. You can add, right? That's all it is. My dog got into the lesson plans," Mr. Ze laughs.

Jonathan nods, thankful he's not being shown off to the class and forced to introduce himself. He smiles at the teacher, and then is left alone to do his work as Mr. Ze goes off to help some other students.

-

It's time for his 3rd class- gym. He had just gotten out of history, where he had been trying to mind his own business. It had been really awkward, if he was being honest. This kid wearing a red jacket had just stared at him, the entire fucking time!

Is that not creepy, or what?

It didn't really matter to Jonathan right now. He walks into the gym, observing the big, open room with some really nice windows up top. It was nice, big, open, and totally not what he was used to.

A lady wearing some shorts and a t-shirt, presumably the coach, greets him and then shoves him in the direction of the locker rooms.

Jonathan goes in, not really sure what the plan for today is. He's very thankful when he's handed some clothes to change into, being told to hold onto them.

What he was not thankful for, however, was the guy who casually smacks his ass with a wink. "What's up, fuckboy? You're a new one, aren't ya?"

Jonathan wiggles away from the tall, strong-looking guy who just spanked him and glares. "Yes I'm new, you fuckboy! Don't touch my booty like that, y'hear me?!"

"Who you calling a fuckboi, you dick? You wanna go?!" The taller one yells loudly, a grin stretched across his face.

Jonathan can't help the little laugh that escapes him. He likes this guy's style, if he was being honest. So he decides to go along with the guy's game, getting closer to him and staring straight up into his eyes fearlessly. "My name is Jonathan, and I ain't no fuckboy! You ready to go,  you fuckin'.... you damn giant!"

The guy had been about to respond, but then a crash sounds from somewhere else in the room, startling everyone. At the source of the noise was a panicked looking boy, staring at a rack of equipment that had fallen over.

When Jonathan looks a bit closer, he nearly screams. This was the guy from history, the one who kept staring at him like some kind of creep!

The strange guy looks around the room, his eyes meeting Jon's for a second. His eyes widen at the eye contact, and suddenly he's gone.

"Wow, you just got here and you're scaring people and picking fights. What an asshole," the tall guy from before jokes.

Jonathan looks at him curiously, before raising an eyebrow. "You know that guy? He was staring at me all last class. It was creepy, dude," he explains, putting his hoodie back on. "And actually, what's your name?"

The guy snorts in amusement. "I'm Tyler, you dick. And that loser over there is Evan Fong. He's not actually a loser, to be honest. He's just really quiet and shy and awkward, and doesn't seem to do much with his life."

"So... A loser?" Jonathan follows Tyler out of the locker room, joining the crowd of students in the gym.

"Pretty much. A cool loser, though. And hey, you mind partnering with me for this? My usual one isn't here today," Tyler rambles, ignoring the teacher's speech or whatever.

"Uh... What's the activity?" Jonathan watches as Tyler begins to stretch, a questionably excited look on his face.

"We're just practicing with our powers," Tyler announces. "That's all we do on Mondays, anyways."

Jonathan hesitates. There's gotta be some kind of catch. He's way too excited about this, he really is. "What's your power?" he asks hesitantly.

Tyler smirks. "Strength. I'm big and strong and need something to lug around," he snickers. "Give me your hand, Jon."

Without thinking, Jonathan holds his hand out to Tyler. Almost immediately, he's being launched into the air, making him scream and flail around, squeezing his eyes shut in an attempt to brace himself for the inevitable fall down.

There was a lot of yelling from below, and then a faint woosh of something, or rather, someone flying up to meet him. When Jonathan opens his eyes, he's met with wings, a painfully familiar shade of brown. Looking up into his saviour's eyes, Jonathan is met with a brilliant shade of yellow and the face of none other than Evan Fong.

There's quite a few things going through Jonathan's mind right now. But the only thing he can focus on is how much prettier Evan looks when he's not lunging out of some bush, or how he's going to be able to explain to Luke that he passed out because some crazy bird stalker saved him. A small groan escapes him, then his whole world goes black.