Empty Rooms

Chapter 1

The emerald eyes flashed with sunlight as they darted to the black clothes and the pale skin. A fleshy finger was pointing out the black clad teenager, and once it knew its purpose had been accomplished, it hid in the pocket of a teen's sweater. There was a group of boys, a good number of chattering girls thrown into the mix, and they, including the emerald eyes, stopped to look at the pale boy across the quad, their view interrupted at times by the busy lunch traffic.

"He's gay? Are you sure?" "No way!" Giggle. "So messed up. A gay gangster? How long do you think he's gonna last before one of his drop out druggy buds puts a bullet in his head?" "Probably won't even notice. The freak's always high. A different drug every day, is what I hear." "When you want something you go to him or one of the guys that are always with him. They always reek of weed."

The green eyes focused on the pale teen, picking up his languid posture. He was stoned, slouching sloppily on a bench with a few other guys, some in a state similar to his.

"Feh. So Hell Dog Vlad's a gay...and all this time he's been calling us faggots. Well, now he's the one that's screwed. Not long before his little crew finds out about this rumor. I hear that it's totally legit' but even if it isn't, a rumor's enough for that group to put a hit on him." "Where have you been learning this kind language?" "Oh, been watching this show called JAIL on TV. Really interesting psychology for the whole thing though. I like it, though it's pretty profane. Loads of sex offenders...you bet Hell Dog's raped his own number of girls...oh wait he's a gay now, never mind." Laughter began and carried across the quad to the languid Hell Dog. Red eyes swiveled to their direction, blurrily making out the source of the sound. A flash of green, they noticed, and then lost interest and let their gaze wander away. Not going to waste a good high on something as ridiculous as this, the teen's eyes closed and Vlad cut off the sounds of the school campus and remained on the bench after the warning bell for the last five minutes of lunch sounded in the air above him.

He felt good right now. This was the only time he ever felt good, and he had to treasure it, cuz he was out of cash and his stash was spent as well. Whatever. It was worth it.

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The green eyes were dimmed by the indoor lighting as they followed the dark figure when it slipped into the janitor's closet. It was supposed to be locked, the green eyes thought as they drew closer to the door. They looked down at the handle as a tan hand turned it, opening the door. He could already smell the cigarette smoke, the tan teen stared at the red eyes that burned in the poorly lit room, a cigarette hanging from pale, expressionless lips. Vlad cocked a brow at the tall blonde boy with the brilliant green eyes and tanned skin, and his eyes flicked to the opened door.

"Where're your manners?" The question came from the cigarette occupied mouth, the words working around the obstruction. "Close the fucking door."

The door shut, but the tan teen closed it so that he left himself locked inside the large closet with the smoking delinquent. Vlad's brow hitched higher and he frowned at the unwelcomed intruder. "What the fuck do you want?"

"I would like to talk to you."

Vlad's brow eased as his eyes narrowed at the nervousness in the tone and the way the green eyes could no longer come to his face, as if the taller teen was embarrassed or anxious, or both. "Huh? You stupid or something? Get out. This is my fucking closet, get your own, bitch."

The green eyes flinched, and dismally fell to the floor. It was quiet for a moment, and then a hesitant glance from the green eyes found a relaxed glare burning back at them. Vlad's cigarette flared and smoke seeped from his mouth as he spoke. "What's your name?"

The tan boy seemed to stutter. "M-my name's Alex. Last name, Anderson."

Vlad frowned upon the stuttering, but did not comment, instead he looked up at the small windows by the ceiling on the wall across from the one he was leaning against. He removed the cigarette and exhaled a noxious cloud to watch it rise and disperse slowly. "Alright Alex Anderson, god that's a shitty name. Everyone's an Alex or an Anderson, the name's fuckin' everywhere. How do you keep track of yourself? Fuck, what a lame ass name. I'm going to call you Anderson, alright. I know at least twenty freaken Alex's already and I'm goddamn tired of the name." The cigarette burned idly in the boy's hand as he scowled at the window and then returned the white stick to his mouth and rolled his eyes to the staring teen, without warning, making the green orbs look away. Vlad noticed the fancy logo on the bronze frames of the glasses and the boy's nice clothing. "Aw fuck," The tan face jerked up in surprise as Vlad cursed, biting on the filter of his cigarette. "Fuck, you're a freaken faggot. I know it. I know a freaken fag when I see one. Fuck it."