Blood Painted Roses *Part 1*

New characters people, new personalities, more fun to write! Enjoy!

*Adam’s POV*

The first day of second semester is about to begin. My life is nothing more than surprises. I wonder what’s in store for me?

“So how was your break?” Dean asked me as he swooped by my locker.

“Uhh…okay I guess. Just too short.” I said trying to sound like I wasn’t hiding anything. My break was actually fun. Full of skating at the skatepark and listening to my favorite bands on my ipod. I went to a My Chemical Romance/Rise Against concert. It was wicked awesome, but Dean wouldn’t be interested.

Dean’s main interests consisted of football and girls. He’s your stereotypical, trendy, and cocky football jock. He hates alternative rock, or anything with guitars and drums, honestly.He says rock has no rhthym. He listens to rap/hip-hop strictly-only. “Rap is crap” is all I had to say about his music. But hey- he’s my best friend.

On break, I also went to Sam Ash and bought a new Gibson guitar. It costed an arm and a leg, but it truly is my baby…

*Flashback*

“$4,506?!?!” I nearly screamed.

“Well, sir, it’s a Gibson. If you don’t mind me asking, what do you expect?” The tatooed Led Zeppelin shirted salesman tried to say as politely as possible.

“Well, you are right,” I said, “What does my dad work for? I’ll take it.” I said after thinking it over a little, then taking the guitar to the counter.

“Are you going to burn a hole through the screen, sir?” a slightly attractive girl at the register said giggling. It must have been the Chicago humor, but my nerves were calmed already having the guitar for myself.

I rushed home going 5x the speed limit. Getting home and having it in my grasp was far more rewarding than some hot chick.

*End of Flashback*

All Dean needed to know was what he got.”Yeah mine was cool! Stacy’s parents were in Europe, so I spent the night with her. That was fun!” Dean chattered.

“I’m sure… speaking of Stacy… I think that’s her.” I pointed to a look-a-like, tall, skinny, kinda lanky cheerleader.

Dean smirked and snuck behind her when she was applying makeup, or mascara- don’t know the difference- in her locker morror. His hand snuck under her frilly skirt, and he lightly sucked on her neck still touching whatever he was touching.

Loud slap.

“What the hell?! You motherf***ing, b***h a** jerk! F**k you!!” (had to be censored) She yelled after slapping him.

“Oww! That hurt!” Dean returned rubbing his cheek. “Wrong girl, but she digs me.”

“Oh yeah,” I said sarcastically, “She just proved her love to you by giving you the back side of her hand and basically screaming every form of profanity in the alphabet for everyone to see and hear let me add. She sooo digs ya!”

‘Yeah, whatever. There are plenty of chicas to get into around here.” He said looking around.

“Hi Adam.” A really attractive blond-headed girl said walking past me.

“Hello there.” I said never taking my eyes off her.

“Speaking of hot chicas, we are seniors and you haven’t been with a girl in awhile.Look at all these girls,” He said motioning to all the girls around the crowded hallways, as if it was a buffet of delicious food. “You can pick any one of them and have one for your own nice self.” He said patting my chest.

“Yeah but-” The first bell to get to class sounded. I closed my locker at the annoying bell sound.

“Gotta go to our new classes, yay.” Dean said slumly.

“English- Mrs. Patterson.” I recited.

“History- Mr. Hallenburg,” Dean responded. “Hey my lil sis’ is in your class.”

“Oh yeah? Well,later dude.” I announced and walked over to my first class.

“Dido.” Dean said without enthusiasm.

I walked into my classroom. It was filled with the scent of expensive designer perfume and germ-infested text books.

” Good Morning Adam,” a group of girls said in unison.

“Hello there ladies.” I said as smoothly as possible, then followed by multiple feminine shrieks.

I took a seat in the middle row of the class, in the football jocks area. Chattering small talk filled my ears, until a slender woman in her mid-40’s strolled in. She took off her coat and neatly lay it on the back of her chair. She than quietly sat behind her computer and read names aloud.

“Brittany Anderson?” She said with her eyes glued to the screen. That was Dean’s half sister.

“Here.” A pale brunette with platinum blond highlights answered quite cheerfully. What do you expect from the captain of the cheer team?

“Okay now… Adam Breech?”

“Aqui.” I answered. Girls giggled and the guys murmered.

The list of names went on and on.

“Hayley Stevens?”

***So this is the first part and I hope you enjoyed it. If so, tell me watcha think. Comments= pure joy and love towards all (ok the last part is sooo false)

ps. Dean looks like ryan ross and adam has a jared leto body and a pete wentz face=hot!!(he’s just a lot taller than pete, around like 5’8) lol, pete’s a hobbit.