Molly walked out of the building on her first day of school at one of LA's not-so-finest highschool's. She walked down the graffitti'd stairs, not really paying attention to what she was doing, her shoulder rubbed against something.

Looking up, her eyes met a boy. Black hair hung around his eyes, which were lined in black make-up. He wore a black t-shirt, black pants, and his fingernails were covered in black nail polish.

"Sorry," Molly said to him.

"Don't worry about it." he spoke in a monotoned voice, not looking up at her. Just bringing out a cigerette and placing it to his peirced bottom lip, searching in his pockets for a lighter.

Molly stood there watching him, "You shouldn't smoke." she spoke quietly.

The boy looked up, seeming suprised, "Who the hell are you?"

She held up her hand, "Molly. New girl."

"Wonderful, another pissy prep girl to crowd the school. Just what I need." he continued to search through his pockets.

"Umm.. I'm just about the opposite of that. Sorry if I made you mad, just trying to offer some advice. My dad died of lung cancer."

He didn't speak, but took the cigerette out of his mouth and placed it behind his ear.

"Okay, okay. I won't. Happy now?"

Molly smirked, "What's your name?"

"None of your business." he turned and began to walk away, his assortment of chains and rings made noise as he walked.

"Wait a minute! I don't know anyone here, and I'd like to have someone-"

"No." he said in an annoyed voice.

"Please?"

"No."

"Come on!"

"No."

"But,-"

"NO!"

Molly sighed and stomped her feet, "I'd really apprechiate it."

He turned around and looked at her, "WHY ME, WOMAN?!" his voice becoming anything but monotoned for the first time.

"Just show me around the school some?" she clasped her hands together, begging.

He rolled his eyes, "Only if you let me have my smoke."