the whose liners..IN HIGH SCHOOL

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-Title Hasnt got one yet
-Author alexrose1039
-Rating G...for now
-pairings Ry/Col Chip/Brad Jeff/Greg..sort of
-Summary Jeff is the new kid. i do not own any of the characters and blah blah blah blah. please dont sue me. this is my first whose line fic, constructive critisism is always welcome....but dont be too mean.


Jeff decided, being the new kid sucked. He didn’t know where anything was, or anyone for that matter. It was a completely new and alien environment, so he couldn’t help being slightly uncomfortable.

He sat outside the principal’s office waiting to talk to the principal, Mr Davidson. He sat for several minutes staring at the clock, watching the second hand move slowly around and around. Only 5hours left of school, okay, 4hours and 48 minutes if you want to be precise.

Finally, Mr Davidson came out of his office. “Jeff Davis?”

Jeff stood up and smiled shyly at the principal. He was a bald, relatively tall man, who wore tailored black pants and a white shirt with pens in the pockets. He looked like a man who was quite easy going but would be strict if need be. “Pleased to meet you. I am confident you will be quite comfortable here at Hertswood High School. Here is you schedule,” he said handing Jeff a piece of paper. “I will take you to your first lesson. Please, follow me,” he said opening the door and leading Jeff out. “And try not to look so nervous.”

Mr. Davidson led his through a maze of hallways and corridors until they came to big double doors which led into the drama studio. Inside was a class of about 20 kids and the teacher sitting in a circle on the floor. They seemed to be having class discussion which had gotten way out of hand.

“But Miss Wong!” a tall, lanky boy said. “Macbeth has got to be THE most boring play Shakespeare has ever written. It’s not funny.”

“It’s not supposed to be funny,” she said. “It’s meant to be a tragic tale about…”

“It pretty tragic alright,” said another boy, “tragic someone has to sit on their ass for 2 hours and watch it.”

“It’s either Macbeth or Romeo and Juliet,” the teacher said.

A middle sized hyperactive boy got up and jumped up and down on the spot shouting, “Can I be Juliette?! Can I be Juliette?!” The girls in the room started giggling.

“And I will be his or her Romeo!” another boy got on one knee in front of “Juliette”.

“Chip as Romeo!” a black boy managed to blurt out while laughing hysterically.

Mr. Davidson cleared his throat as a way of getting the classes attention. They all instantly quietened down and the two boys sat back down in their seats.

“Hello, Miss Wong,” he said walking forwards. Jeff followed, trying not to look so nervous. “This young man here is Jeff Davis. He’s a new pupil.” He put one hand on Jeff’s shoulder to reassure him. “I except you will make him feel welcome.”

“Yes, Sir. Come join our circle of friendship, Jeff!” Miss Wong called him over. “There’s a space between Greg and Anna.

“Have a nice day,” the principal said before turning around and leaving. Jeff put his bag of the floor with everyone else’s bag and went to sit in the small gap between a very beautiful girl and the most handsome man he had ever seen. He said “hello” to the girl and before he even had he chance to say hello to Greg, Greg had given him a kiss on both cheeks and said in a very womanly voice “welcome!”.

“Jeff,” said Miss Wong. “Why don’t you tell us a bit about yourself?”

Jeff went red. He didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t a very interesting person in his personal opinion and he wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to tell everyone about his embarrassing family. He stayed silent, feeling as if he had already made a fool of himself.

“Not to worry,” she said. “I’m sure we’ll get to know you in time. Moving onwards. Jeff, this semester we have been given the task of performing one of Shakespeare plays….”


The class moved rather quickly. He had fun, despite thinking that everyone already hated him, well everyone except that one kid, Greg. They were told to choose a partner for the next activity, so Greg grabbed Jeff and claimed Jeff for himself. When the bell rang, everyone went to pick up their bags and they all promptly left the studio. One class down, three to go.

He looked at his schedule and noticed at the bottom it said his locker number and combination. To his left was locker 509 his was locker 265 which was almost indefinitely a long way from wherever he was. He looked around, trying to find out where he had to go when two kids came up behind him. The tall one from earlier, who was wearing a pair of old, tattered black jeans, a tight fitting white shirt with a black tie, black braces and to top off his outfit a black hat. He had brownish-blonde, short hair which was probably spiked with gel beneath the hat, and cool green eyes. The other one who he didn’t know that name of, was a bit shorter, was wearing plain blue jeans and a shirt with crazy colourful patterns on it. He had a short, clean-cut hair style and freckles.

“Hey, you lost?” he said very coolly. Jeff turned around in surprise.

“What, sorry?”

“Are – You – Lost?” said the shorter boy, who had a much higher voice than Ryan.

“Uh, a little,” he said sheepishly.
“What’s your next lesson?” asked Ryan peering over Jeff’s shoulder with ease, due to his extreme height. “Ooh, bad luck you have your next lesson with me.”

“Why is that bad luck?”

“It’s called a joke,” said the other boy. “Oh, by the way, I’m Colin,” he said sticking his hand out to shake Jeff’s hand.

“And look Col,” said Ryan. “More bad luck, his locker is near ours. I assume you want to go to your locker before Chemistry. Follow me,” he said before Jeff could answer. Jeff smiled and walked behind Ryan. Colin walked next to him and continued to talk to Jeff.

“So, where’re you from?”

“LA. What about you?”

“Canada!” he said proudly, with a huge grin.

“When’s your birthday?”

“October 6th.”

“Natural hair color? Height? Weight? Interests? Sexual orientation?” Jeff stopped walking. He seemed to be seriously freaked out.

“Is this some sort of interrogation?” he asked taking a step backwards.

“Look what you’ve done now Colin,” said Ryan turning around. “You’ve scared him. What did we say about scaring people?”

“Don’t do it,” said Colin pretending to act sorry.

“I think Jeff deserves an apology.”

“I’m sorry,” he said still acting sorrowful. “But, will you just answer one of my questions?”

“Colin…” said Ryan deepening his voice, trying to warn Colin to back off.

“What’s your sexual orientation?” Ryan hit him on the head hard. Jeff gave a slight chuckle before preparing to answer the questions.

“I’m, uh…” Colin moved closer waiting in suspense for the answer while Ryan took a step back and folded his arms. “I’m gay.” He lowered his head no not wanted to see their reactions. He decided as he left his old school that he would no longer try to hide who he was. It hurt him to much to keep the feelings locked away inside.

“Brilliant!” said Colin patting him on the back as they started to walk again. Jeff lifted his head up in surprise. “You’re going to fit right in with our crowd.” Jeff looked at Ryan hoping Ryan would explain, which he did.

“In our little group of friends we’re all gay. Except Wayne. He’s an honorary member. And we’re all openly gay…except Wayne.” Jeff found this a bit hard to believe. In his previous school if you were openly gay you wouldn’t live to tell the tale. “Here we are, locker number two sixty five. Now these are the old lockers, so there’s a trick to them. After you put your combination in you have to bang on the door 3 times and they fly open. If you don’t bang they won’t open.” Colin began to giggle at the word bang. Ryan just shook his head at Colin.

Jeff put in his combination, put everything he didn’t need for the next class in his locker and they went on their merry way to Chemistry, with Miss Rose.

“Now Miss Rose is a bit of an odd ball,” said Colin. “We suspect she’s a lesbian.”

“What makes you think that?” asked Jeff who was relatively comfortable with his two new friends, or what he thought he could call friends.

“She has many piercings, some are cool, some I suspect are probably there but I don’t want to know about, and she wears men’s clothes,” said Ryan. “That doesn’t prove she’s gay. It just means that she likes wearing men’s clothes. We’re gay, doesn’t mean we wear women’s clothes.” Colin snorted at that comment. Before Colin could tell Jeff the story behind his laughter Ryan pointed a finger at him and told him to shut up. They continued to walk in silence as Ryan seemed to be a little bit annoyed with Colin after that.

They entered the Chemistry lab to see Miss Rose wearing a man’s suit. “Got another ear piercing miss?” asked a slightly chubby boy who was wearing Buddy holly styled glasses.

“Yes Drew. How did you know?”

“I’ve been keeping count.”

“You are a weird kid, Drew. You know that?”

“Yes, I know Miss.”

She smiled and then turned to see Colin, Ryan and Jeff enter the room. “You must be Jeff,” she said holding out her hand to shake his. “There’s a spare seat next to Drew. Please, make yourself comfortable,” she said gesturing towards the empty seat. “Class in now in session!” she shouted enthusiastically. “Today, class, we are going to be blowing something up!”

This class was going to be fun.


The rest of the day passed pretty quickly for Jeff. He was introduced to the rest of “the gay gang”…and Wayne, who was the jock of the gang. He was on the football team, so he had another group of friends as well and the Queens of the Kingdom. The entire group was made up of Ryan, Colin, Drew, Chip, Brad, Greg and Wayne. Jeff hoped that he could be a part of it; he would finally have some friends who accepted him.

“See you tomorrow!” Jeff shouted over his shoulder as he headed home, which was the other way from everybody else’s house, except for Greg’s.

“Wait up!” Greg called running towards Jeff. “My house is this way too, maybe we could walk together?”

“Sure,” said Jeff, happy that he was going to have some company on the way home.

“Which street do you live on?” asked Greg, readjusting his glasses.

“Rembrandt,” replied Jeff. “We just moved in.”

“I live on the next block,” said Greg swinging his pink bunny bag onto one shoulder.

“Nice bag,” commented Jeff, not knowing what else to say.

“I call him shnookums,” Greg giggled. Jeff smiled. “I named him after my purple bunny bag that got ripped to pieces by one of our neighbours dog’s. I couldn’t believe they didn’t have any purple ones left in the store!” They continued to talk about random chatter until they came to the corner of Greg’s street. Jeff put his hand out to shake Greg’s hand, but instead Greg pulled him into a tight hug. “See you tomorrow,” he said and left down his street. Jeff crossed the street to his street and walked home as fast as he could. The second he closed the door he sighed and thought about Greg. He was handsome, different, funny and Jeff could tell he had a crush coming on.

Jeff’s dad came running into the room instantly and began to question him. “You sighed. I heard a sigh. Why did you sigh?” Jeff went red and tried to escape his Dad’s wrath. “Did you meet someone?”

“I met loads of people,” Jeff replied putting his black, iron maiden shoulder bag on the floor and walking over to the sofa. “I think I may have made some friends.” He sat down and his father took the seat next to him.

“No I mean anyone special. You don’t sigh about normal friends. You sigh about someone you like. Come on, tell me. Who is it? Is he gay? Is he one of these “friends” of yours?” he asked making the quote signs with his fingers as he said the word friends.

“I haven’t met anyone like that,” said Jeff denying the truth.

“Tell me, or it’s the tickle torture for you mister.” Jeff instantly got up and ran up to his room.

“I’m not telling!!” he shouted down the stairs before entering his room to do some more sighing.



“Jeff, wake up!” Jeff’s dad was knocking on his son’s bedroom door, attempting to awaken the sleepy teenager. “wake up sleeping beauty!” Jeff groaned. His father promptly stormed in the room wearing a pink apron with “kiss the cook” written across it in big red letters. “If you don’t go to school you wont be able to see tat cute boy again.” Jeff threw his pillow across the room in an attempt to hit his father. Unfortunately he had bad aim. “Missed me! Missed me! Now you gotta kiss me!”

“Okay, I’m up,” he grunted.

“Good. Get ready. I’m making breakfast.”

Just sluggishly fell out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower before looking for some clean clothes to wear. The only outfit which he could conjure up was a combination of tight fitting black jeans, a band t shirt and some big, chunky boots.

As he entered the kitchen the smell of egg’s pancakes and toast wafted up his nostrils, making him almost choke from the smell of frying.

“What’s the occasion?” he asked unenthusiastically as he slumped onto a chair at the kitchen table.

“Do I need a reason to cook my son a nice breakfast.”

“No,” he replied. “However it does sound odd coming from a man who is constantly telling me, ‘don’t eat fried fatty foods. They’ll go straight to your ass.’” Mr. Davis had no reply, to his dismay. Jeff took two bights from his toast before picking up his bag and waking out of the door.

“Bring home Mr Handsome! I want to meet him!” Mr. Davis called after him. Jeff held back the urge to answer back, but decided to try and concentrate on the day ahead. He found Greg standing on the corner of his street, waiting for him.

End chapter one