"He's kinda scary."

"Uh-huh. Totally scary."

"He's got that psycho, I'll-kill-you vibe going on."

The group of girls giggled.

"Hey, I dare you to go talk to him."

"Are you crazy? No way!"

"Don't be a chicken, Cheryl."

"Yea, go ask the guy out. Tell him your deep love for him."

All the girls but the one named Cheryl laughed. "Yea, sorry, guys. I don't have a death wish."

And once again, they erupted into a series of more giggles.

D was annoyed. He clenched his pencil so tightly he was leaving finger marks in the fragile wood. He really did hate this. Did they honestly believe he couldn't hear them? He was sitting right there, for heaven's sake. He could hear every word of their hushed conversation. If he heard one more giggle, he'd lose it.

One of the girls giggled just then.

Before D could commit the act of homocide, there was a tap on his shoulder. He turned in his desk and found himself looking into a pair of carrot-colored eyes.

"Hiya!" Endor greeted with a smile.

Alright, who was this guy and what did he want? D didn't know his name. Hell, D didn't bother learning any of his classmates' names. He didn't even know the teacher's name, despite the fact it was the fourth marking period. But he did know this guy lived in that one mansion with those two brothers, Sappy and Samson -- or whatever their names are. D also knew the guy was a complete womanizer and flirted with every girl in school.

D didn't like him.

He utterly ignored the guy, turned back around, and continued doing his work. The bell was going to ring soon. He wished it would just hurry up for once.

Endor, surprised at the lack of friendliness, tapped D's shoulder again. D didn't respond. So Endor poked his back. Still, no responce.

"Pssssssst!"

D's pencil snapped in half. Damn. That was his last pencil, and it was only fourth period. What the hell was he going to do now?

"Need a pencil?" Endor shoved a mechanical pencil in his face.

D glanced at the clock. The bell rings in two minutes. Two minutes. He'll never make it.

Endor poked his back with the pencil. "Hey, Darien. Darien! I gotta ask you a question! Hey! Hey...!"

"Endor, he seriously looks like he's gonna kill you," one of the girls called. "Maybe you should knock it off?"

"Aw, Loren. I didn't know you cared. Hey, by the way, do your feet hurt?"

"No, my feet do not hurt," she deadpanned.

"Well, you've been-"

"Running around in your head all day. Yea, yea. I've heard it before."

Endor turned his attention back to his previous target. "Darien!"

D glanced at him over his shoulder. One look at those eyes and D decided his least favorite color was orange. They both had black hair. Was that even Endor's natural color? Probably not. The guy must be a blonde. It'd make so much sense.

Endor seemed pleased at the eye contact. "Did we have homework in Study hall?" he asked brightly.

So the guy was a complete moron. That explained it. Why the hell would they have homework in Study hall? They never had homework in Study hall. Still, D understood. Endor was too stupid to have a brain, so he made up for it with hair gell and Axe.

D returned to his work once again.

And Endor poked his back again. "Hey! Darien! You didn't answer my question!"

The idiot sure was persistant, though. He seemed intent on getting on D's last nerve.

"Knock it off!" D snapped. He stood from his desk and glared fiercely at the other boy. "Poke me again and I'll break your damn finger in half!"

Endor's grin was impenetrable. There was a taunting shimmer in his bold eyes. He pressed the tip of his index finger against D's stomach.

"You'd better stop," D warned.

"Why's that?" Endor challenged.

D knew he shouldn't, but he did. He pulled his gun out and pressed the mouth of the barrel against Endor's forehead. The students, who watched them with absolute intrigue, gasped.

The safety of the pistol was off. D narrowed his eyes.

"Go ahead," Endor said calmly.

As D pulled the trigger, a puff of smoke suddenly exploded from the womanizer. D felt his bullet miss the target. When the smoke cleared, there was a small, green lizard in Endor's seat.

D's eyebrow twitched.

Endor winked at him before crawling to the floor and exiting via window.

---

"How was school today?" D's mother asked softly.

"Hn," D grunted. He started making dinner.

"What are we having today?" she inquired curiously.

If she didn't know any better, she'd say she saw a sinister smile twist up the corners of her son's mouth.

"Boiled lizard," he replied quietly.