Nyx paused at the door to his practice room. The sound of unrefined instruments floated from the room as he stood at the door, frowning. Everyone at this school knows that this practice room is his, so it is always abandoned - no one wanting to deal with Nyx's temper and sharp tongue. Who would be idiodic enough to take his room?

A horrible C major chord screeched from the room and Nyx took that as his cue to save the piano from further harm. He swung the door open with enough strength that it slammed into the wall, startling the brown-haired boy at the piano.

"What the-" The boy looked over his shoulder at Nyx and shrieked, "Holy God!"

"Exactly" Nyx nodded, "Now get the hell out of this God's room"

He hefted his violin case as he stormed into the room - placing it on a table in front of the practice room's window - before giving the other boy a deadly look.

"Get out" He said, glaring into the boys violet eyes.

"But I was here first!"

Nyx frowned.

How...

"So you should be the one getting out!"

Nyx's eyebrow twitched.

... annoying.

"Do you know who I am?" Nyx asked with a shaky exhale of annoyance.

"Your Nyx" The boy replied cheerfully, grinning.

So the influence-with-scary-rumor's tactic isn't going to work.

"So you know who I am, yet your not scared of me"

The boy tilted his head.

"No? Why? Should I be scared?"

Nyx sighed, and slumped into the chair next to the table.

People are exhausting.

"You don't believe the rumor's?" Nyx asked, closing his eyes as his head began to ache.

He didn't sleep much last night.

"Nope!"

The happiness in the stranger's voice was irritating.

"...Just get out"

"No"

Nyx's hand clenched and he gritted his teeth.

The psychologist said to refrain from using violence.

"Anyway, my name is Xavier Reed, lets be friends!" The boy, Xavier, continued.

Nyx's eyes snapped open in shock.

The fuck?

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" He blurted.

"Nothing" Xavier laughed, "Is it that strange for someone to want to be your friend?"

The one who should be seeing the psychologist isn't me, it's him.

Nyx deemed the question Xavier asked unworthy of an answer and instead stood up and began unpacking his violin, his trembling fingers calming as they came in contact with the smooth wood of his precious instrument.

For some reason, music had always been a cure or sedative to Nyx. He didn't know why, but he accepted it nonetheless. After playing, he finds himself able to sleep without interruptions and able to stay calm for longer amounts of time. If music was a drug, then Nyx was addicted. Feeling calm enough once again, he gathered the energy to speak.

"Get out" He repeated, then glanced at the clock on the wall, "The bell is about to ring, you should be on your way to class if you don't want to be late"

Nyx watched as Xavier studied him thoughtfully, his violet eyes taking in Nyx's unusual features. It was a shame, really, if not for Nyx's temper, he would be quite the catch - excellent boyfriend material with soft midnight blue hair with purple undertones that even pulled back into a braid still brushed the floor, clear pale skin that most women would die for and odd, mismatched eyes - his left eye was lime green and his right eye was amber - Nyx was the epitome of a 'pretty boy'.

"How many piercings do you have?" Xavier asked, completely ignoring Nyx's dismissal.

"Three on each ear, now leave" He replied.

Nyx had one set of cross earrings, one pair of black studs, an arrow bar helix in his left ear and a ear cuff in his right.

Xavier opened his mouth to speak but the bell chose that moment to ring. Nyx smirked at the brown head.

"Enjoy getting scolded by Mrs. Peterson, Brownie"

Xavier looked at him, dumbfounded.

"She was our teacher today?" He exclaimed with a horrified gasp, shooting to his feet.

The shit eating grin on Nyx's face was enough of an answer.

"Crap" Xavier dashed out the open door of practice room #1.

Nyx slammed the door behind the panicked teen, locking it to ensure that he could not get back in. Then, he raised his violin to his shoulder and began to play.

Victory feels sweet.

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