A/n: Chapter 3, re-done! Yay! Thanks to all original reviewers!

Sweet Innocence

Chapter 3: "Fuck you."

I really hate to say it, but I was quite use to being a guy by now. Their habits, other...er things... I haven't mastered the way their minds work and I'm not sure I ever would. I just thanked God everyday there were no girls around...just incase...my guy instincts kicked in.

Everyday I missed being a girl. I was once beautiful, powerful, and rich. Hey, I still am actually. I missed showing off my stuff. I missed having stuff. I didn't miss 'that time of month' but other than that, everything was missed.

While here, I never actually took the chance to 'look' at guys, you know. I was one of them now. It would just be awkward and wrong. But hey, if I want to get back to being a beauty, I've got to get a kiss from one of these straight guys. It'd obviously be the cutest. So, sometimes I would try and find the hottest guy. And every time it ended up being me.

Don't think I've forgotten the dirty little secret. It still remains in my things to do list. Guess, who's standing in my way. He should just let me get on with it and find out. Though, I guess you can say Tom and Aiden have become 'my friends' in a way. It was weird having friends with such a lower status than I. But it was what I had to do.

I was use to the religious routine and slowly learning more and more about this religion. I was never a religious person. It was a waste of my shopping time. Here I had to be one...or at least appear to be one. Many of the guys here were no more religious than I was. It was all about the illusion that we were.

I was getting used to the weird actions of these boys. They all annoyed me and amused me at the same time. It was quite an experience, actually. I hated to admit it... but more and more I was starting to... like it here.

"Hey Bobby," I was greeted by the brown haired kid. Of course, I eventually did find out his name. It was Jamie.

"Hi," I said, unamused. My secludedness was what kept them coming. I was cold to all of them, of course. I was greeted by a number of other kids as well. I was loved here, naturally. I went to the cafeteria and took my usual seat near Aiden and Tom.

"Thanksgiving is soon. Finally," Some kid was talking to Aiden.

"The food here is already good," Aiden said, unphased. "It'd just be another normal dinner...just more food. What I'm really waiting for is Christmas."

"They get too religious around Christmas," The kid said.

"But Christmas, is also a good time for...presents," Aiden said, carefully. "Right, Tom?"

Tom looked up at him and glared, daring him to go on and mock him even more.

"You'll enjoy Christmas here, Bobby," Aiden said to me. I yawned.

"Probably not," I said. He smirked.

"Maybe that will change..."

There were some things about Aiden that puzzled me. That mysterious aura he always carries. He was different from the rest of the weirdos at the school. Whenever he says something...it's like a hidden message. He means something different than what he appears to say. And that annoys me. I'll just have to go and figure this kid out.

Next there's Tom. Always annoying me. Always stopping me and supposedly 'protecting' me. He's trying to keep everything from me. But surely I'll find out. He actually...sort of looks like me. Except not as beautiful and hot. Yeah, whatever. I don't like that kid at all. He's so annoying. One day, he won't be there to stop me. That's when I'll win.

I went on with the day, normally. Pretending to pay attention, struggling in school, being...me. I hate this stupid 'Academy.' So, I sat there on my bed, struggling to do my homework. It sucked. If I didn't have some kid's homework to copy off, I would be doomed. But I tried anyway...What am I going to do come test time? Sure...my homework 'appears' to be good. But I'm failing and I know it. This blows.

The door opened and in came Tom. He looked over at me and tossed something onto my opened books. It was an envelope.

"What is this?" I asked, holding the envelope in my hands.

"Mail."

"We get mail?"

"Yep."

Who would be sending me mail? No one knows that I'm here. Or cares that I'm missing...

I opened the envelope carefully. A small piece of paper fell out of it. I picked it up and examined it. It was...blank... I glared and sigh angrily, pushing it aside... Strangely, enough...words appeared.

'Hurry along and complete your task. Make an effort.'

There was no signature or anything. I could only guess who that was from.

"That bitch," I muttered to myself. Tom looked up from his letter.

"What?"

"Nothing," I muttered. How the hell would that freakin' lady know if I'm 'trying' or not? Now I feel oh-so-secure with the fact that I'm always being watched. I looked up at looked at Tom. He was reading a couple of letters. I watched him read and I watched him put them away in a nice box. What a weirdo...

"I know you have a secret," I accused. "And I don't mean the one your trying so hard to keep from me."

"Uh..."

"You're insane, crazy! Just like the rest of them. I'll find out. Don't worry."

"Uh, I assure you I'm perfectly sane. And normal," He said, a bit confused. "As for you..."

"I'm more normal than you'll ever be," I said, with a frown.

"You can believe that..." He mumbled. I glared.

"I hate you," I said, openly. He looked over at me unamused.

"Yeah, yeah. I know, I know," He said. "And I annoy you too, right? You're not the first brat I've encountered. I've heard it all."

"Go to Hell."

"Sure, whatever you say kid," I hated it when he treated me like I was a child. I'm eighteen years old, the same age as him. I'm not a kid.

"Fuck you."

Aiden entered the room breaking the stare between Tom and myself.

"Today is a good day," He said with a singsong voice. He stopped to see us looking unhappy. "Or not..."

"Shut up" Tom and myself both said to him.

"You two really should take time to smell the roses or something," He said, grinning. "Especially you, Bobby."

"Bite me," I said, glaring at him. A smirk appeared on his face.

"Gladly."

I stared, confused and disgusted. I hated them. I hate them all!

"Okay, this is enough," Tom said, nervously. Obviously, hiding something. He looked to change the subject. "Oh, hey Aiden. I'm sorry, but there's no mail for you today…"

"Yeah," Aiden replied, with a nod. "Not that's its any of your business, Mr. My parents write to me everyday."

"Not everyday," Tom corrected. Aiden looked over at my ripped envelope.

"Who do you get mail from? You're parents I suppose..."

"No."

"Siblings?"

"No."

"Friends?"

"No."

"Girlfriend?"

"No," I sighed. "My parents don't really give a fuck about me. Friends? Girlfriends? Ha. I've always lived a secluded life. Forget about getting close to anyone. Money is my friend."

"Very touching life story," Aiden said with approval. "Not as...interesting as mine. Want to hear?"

"I doubt you do," Tom answered for me.

"Always spoiling the fun, aren't you Tom?"

"It's my job," He muttered. Wasn't that the truth? Always spoiling the fun.

At dinner, I was too aggravated to eat anything. I just sat there and wished to go far away. I wished that none of this ever happened. I wished I was at home, and away from this place. I wanted to be me again. It wasn't about the valuables as much anymore. It was about me. I wanted to be me again. I wanted things to go back to the way it use to be.

But no. This shit had to happen. Why me?

I went to bed in a bad mood. Aiden made a witty comment about PMS. If only he knew. I had trouble going to sleep. And when I finally did, I of course had the same freaking reoccurring nightmare. It was almost as if I couldn't escape. But that's just silly.

I woke up, drenched in sweat. It was gross. Yeah... I prepared to go back to sleep. But something was wrong here. I could sense it. Very wrong. I heard heaving breathing, thinking it was my own. But it was anything, but mine. This was disturbing.

I silently crept out of bed hoping not to wake anybody. I carefully walked across the room and over to the wall that contained the light switch. With a quick flick, I turned on the lights. I couldn't freakin' believe it.

"Oh my god..." I muttered. I could not believe it. There I saw Aiden and some other kid in an intimate position. The kid couldn't have been older than 14.

Thoughts came rushing to my head. This is an all boy's school. They're all Catholics. Strictly religious anti-gay Catholic. Right? What was this? What was before my eyes. It took a moment for the two boys to realize the lights were on.

They both uncomfortablely moved from their positions having known I just interrupted their... this is... I'm so...oh God.

Tom awoke from his peaceful sleep and rubbed his eyes. He saw my horrified pose and looked over to Aiden who was desperately covering himself up with a sheet.

"Aw, shit."