Episode 1

Happy endings are shit. There is no such thing as a happy ending. Besides, if there was, it would sooner or later end with murder, deception, or greed. Yep, there is no such thing as a happy ending. Ask me, I should know.

It all started on a rainy, dreary day. Just like today…

I brushed my wet hair out of my eyes and raised a hand to tug at my lip ring. Finally this little **** can leave. I rolled my eyes and gave my mum a look. "I'm still here, you know." She muttered something in return, but I couldn't make it out. I shook my head and adjusted my bag over my shoulder. I glanced over at her before backing up a few steps.

Mum looked at me through the car window. "All you have to do is go to the office and get your papers, alright?" she shouted, not wanting to roll the window down. And, without waiting for my reply, she drove away.

Hmm, no need to tell me to behave and use my "gift" wisely? Oh, wow, I guess she thinks I'm old enough to know better. I rolled my eyes, adjusted my bag again, and set off out of the parking lot.

I walked around campus, eyes wide, and mouth hanging open. I know I looked like a fucking idiot; other students didn't need to think that.

Belleville Academy. Sounds like a fancy place where people are all snobby and bitchy. This was mum's last resort. I was expelled from all my other schools. I guess people didn't like freaks. This school would probably be the same.

I found the main building and pushed through the door. It was extremely quiet in the building, which made me uneasy. I bit my lip and entered the main office. I looked around the big room. How can nobody be at the desk? I sighed and looked around the room once more before exiting the office.

I paced the hall, glancing every which way. I tugged on my lip ring again, bored. Screw this, I thought, shaking my head and starting out of the building.

I stopped when I heard a blood curling scream.

I jumped slightly and whipped my body around. Where was it coming from? I tried to find the source. I soon found it.

A woman in a nurse's uniform came running down the hallway. Her eyes were wide, she had a shocked expression on her face, and her annoying heels were clicking. As she passed me, I got a better look at her.

Her once white uniform was splattered with blood. It was as if Jason had taken his machete and split a person in half, and she was standing right beside them. Even a few tendrils of her blonde hair had blood caught in them. She was kinda cute, but that thought was driven out of my head by the cascade of the curses she had thought.

"Excuse me, but what happened?" I asked her. She simply ignored the fact that I was even standing there. Wow, I feel so needed here. I rolled my eyes. I started towards the exit again, despite the fact that I really wanted to see what the **** was happening.

My question was answered in the next minute or so.

A boy walked down the hallway. I would have guessed he was about my age. He had ink-black hair that went down to his jaw line. He had on a tight black t-shirt with a leather jacket. Both had blood splattered on them. I let my eyes travel down his body, seeing ripped up skinny jeans and worn out black Converse shoes. No blood on those.

As he walked closer, I saw that he had a smirk on his face, like he had done something right. He walked with earned confidence, and I couldn't help but wonder if he had caused all that blood to be on that nurse lady. I tried to enter his mind, only finding an obnoxious wave of victory.

He must have noticed me staring, because he whipped his head towards me and he instantly grinned like Cheshire fucking Cat. I felt myself blush, and I looked away. He laughed, but kept his stare on me. Aw, such a pretty face. Too bad, I might have to tear it up. I widened my eyes, and I looked up at the boy. He gave me a wink before disappearing into the office. I guess that answered a bit, but I was still confused.

I turned around and saw a man walking over towards me. I furrowed my eyebrows and licked my lips.

"Yes…?" I stared at him, narrowing my eyes. He slightly jumped when he saw what I looked like. Well, **** you, too.

"Who are you?" he asked, looking over me with a disgusted look on his face.

"New student," I told him, biting on my lip ring.

He looked me over me one more time before turning around. "Follow me." I obeyed without protest, already scared shitless by that boy.

The man led me into a room labeled "Mr. Harris, Principal." I glanced at the man and snorted. Him? Principal? Great. He stepped inside the room and took a seat behind a large desk. I stepped inside the room and looked to the left. There was already a person in the room sitting down, and it was the boy from the hall. He stared at me with a grin. I swallowed and sat down beside him. I drummed my fingers against the strap of my bag. I pressed my back to the chair and instantly smelt something good. I turned my head to the source, regretting even liking the smell. It was Cheshire Cat over there, legs stretched out, and arms behind head.

"So, what did I do wrong this time?" His tone was normal, even a bit lazy.

The man at the desk—Mr. Harris—cleared his throat, and he looked at the papers on his desk. He lifted one up and scanned it with beady eyes. He put it back on his desk and folded his hands over his lap. He sighed and looked over at Cheshire Cat.

"You got into a fight and injured Mr. Jones pretty badly. He's been taken to the hospital."

Cheshire laughed and licked his lips. "Hah. Really? That bad?" He shook his head, laughing. I couldn't help but gawk at him. He was amused.

Mr. Harris glared at him. "If you were any other student, you would be instantly expelled." He sighed, rubbing at his forehead. He licked his lips and looked back at the boy. "But since your family has donated incredible amounts of money to this school, I'm afraid I can't expel you."

The boy that I called Cheshire grinned. "Tough luck, isn't it?" He smiled, the words rolling of his tongue. I watched him talk, finding it interesting. He noticed me watching him. He turned his head, staring at me. I quickly looked away, blushing again. What a cute little ****. I lowered my head, blushing even harder. I heard him laugh.

Mr. Harris cleared his throat. "You"—he motioned his head towards me—"you're a new student?" I slowly nodded. I could feel Cheshire's eyes burn through my skin. Hell, why am I even giving him a nickname?" Mr. Harris carefully watched us. "You can room with Mr. Way, here." He nodded towards Cheshire. His eyes widened.

"What? You can't do that!" He shot up from his chair, yelling at Mr. Harris. "My father made sure I would keep my room to myself!"

Mr. Harris slowly shook his head. "Your father says you having a roommate will be good for your health."

Cheshire's face dropped, a tint of betrayal was in it. "**** father!"

Mr. Harris hardly winced by the profanity. He shook his head again. "End of discussion. You will have Mr."—he looked at the papers in front of him—"Iero as your roommate. Now, leave my office." He waved a hand at his door, signaling us to leave. Cheshire rolled his hazel eyes and stalked out of the room. I stuck around for a bit, getting my papers.

When I returned, Cheshire Cat was waiting for me. "Finally," he muttered, starting to walk off. I hurried to catch up with him. I tried to keep in step with him. He glanced at me, his smile gone. Cheshire was stored away for now. "I'm Gerard," he said, looking ahead.

I looked up at him, smiling a bit. "Frank," I said simply.

He glanced down at me. He narrowed his eyes. He turned on his heel, towering over me. I looked up at him, whimpering a bit. "If you ever get in my way while we live together, I swear I'll kick your scrawny white ***." He grimaced and turned away. I pushed through his mind, only reading thoughts of anger and a bit of lust. My eyes widened. Lust? I tried to search deeper into his mind. The anger overlapped his lust. Was he trying to hold back something?

I shook my head. If he wanted to be enemies, then we will. I bared my teeth. "No problem."

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