Manitoba's population density is 1.9 people per square kilometer. Isn't that stupid? 8D

Kyle's French IV class contained Madame Vincent, who was a very small blonde woman wearing a quite interestingly patterned dress, mostly girls, Mykyel, and Gregory. Gregory. Gregory.

He stared at Kyle curiously as he gaped at him and tucked a strand of curly blond hair behind his ear. He was perhaps even more handsome than he had been as a child, though he looked no less perfect. A small gaggle of girls had surrounded him at his desk, but they didn't seem too vicious at his appearance. In fact, they smiled inquisitively, much unlike Kenny's girls. He thought briefly why this might be until he registered that Gregory was straight. Another guy wouldn't make any difference to these girls.

"Oh, come on, Kyle, he's not that gorgeous, is he?"

Kyle jumped slightly and turned to see Mykyel who had drifted up behind him with a mischievous grin. "Wha-"

The girls giggled, and when Kyle turned back to them, Gregory as smiling warmly.

"It's been a while, Kyle," he said with the same air of confidence he always spoke with. "Your mother start any new wars lately?"

"Oh, haha," scoffed Kyle, though he smiled back. "Not any serious ones. Been fucked in the ear-"

The rest of his sentence was muffled by Mykyel's hand. "Whoa, there." He looked up at him in confusion, and he looked back in exasperation. "This is school, Kyle, watch your language, hm?"

"Oh, right, sorry," said Kyle as he removed his hand. He had forgotten, as Madame Vincent was still trying to prepare the day's lesson and hadn't said a word to them. Gregory laughed.

"I see your foul mouth is still getting you into trouble," he said. "Did it get you sent here, too?"

"No, that was- er, something else," said Kyle, averting his eyes briefly. "But what about you, Mr. 4.0 Grade Point Average?"

"That would be Christophe's fault," said Gregory with a sigh.

"The Mole?" said Kyle after he had registered the name.

"Yes. It's a long story, I won't bother you with the details, but I shouldn't be here much longer, if you get my drift."

Kyle didn't and he was about to ask, but thought better of it. He probably didn't want to know.

"Sooo," said Mykyel pushing through a few girls and sliding onto Gregory's desk. "How do you two know each other?"

"I lived in his town for a brief time, but my parents dubbed it an inappropriate environment for children," said Gregory passively.

"Chacun s'asseyent," said Madame Vincent and they sat.

P.E. may have been Kyle's favorite class. Normally he hated it, but Mr. Lackland didn't seem at all motivated to physically educate them and they were pretty much allowed to do anything but stand around. So he, Davie Thompson, and a few of his friends spent the class walking the track and talking freely. Starr was also in his class, but she had opted for "extreme bad mitten" with her own friends.

"Yeah, Jerry isn't as cool as Matthew, I guess," Davie was saying. "The gay kids in our house sort of scare him, but he's trying to get used to them. He only just became an honor this year and they took him from Elm House. He's still really nervous about letting us break rules and stuff since they're pretty much just pussies over there."

"I heard they're the most secluded house," said Kyle.

"Yeah, the quiet kids usually come from there. Like... there, those kids sitting in the bleachers," said Davie, pointing up to a closely huddled group of five boys. "They don't ever talk to anyone else if they can avoid it. We don't even know their names."

"That's actually kind of sad," said Kyle with a laugh.

"Yeah, we made Jerry cry every day for the first couple weeks, but he was too scared to report anything," said one of Davie's friends. "He's alright, though, just a wuss."

The day ended with a relieved sigh from Kyle as he said goodbye to Davie and friends and was ushered away by one of Kenny's girls who had apparently promised Matt they'd escort him back. They ended up morphing with the rest of Oak House in front of the school anyway and journeying back as a whole. After Matt was satisfied that Kyle had had a good day, he and Kenny retreated to their room.

"How much homework you get?" asked Kenny, sitting on his bed and pulling up his laptop, obviously saving his own for later.

"Just history, calc, and French," said Kyle, pulling out his history binder. He figured it would have the most consequence not to complete.

"Just?" said Kenny, sounding appalled. "Man, you and your advanced classes... I only got history and reading a short story for English."

"That's only one class less than mine, stupid," said Kyle with a smirk, setting to work. The history homework was hard and took him a full hour to complete. Kenny ended up copying it. Calculus took him about thirty minutes, and French about fifteen.

"I can't believe you actually do all your homework in one sitting, that's ridiculous," said Kenny with his laptop sitting on his chest while he laid down.

"And I can't believe you keep that that close to your face," said Kyle, closing his bag back up. "It's gunna hurt your eyes."

"Nah, it's fine," insisted Kenny. "Wanna watch porn?"

"No," said Kyle, looking at him in disgust. "And I refuse to stay in the room while you watch it."

"Better leave then," he said with a grin.

Kyle looked absolutely appalled and he quickly stood and headed for the door.

"Aw, c'mon, I was just kidding!" said Kenny, but he just slammed the door behind him anyway, his face flushed and anger twitching at his brow. He didn't understand why Kenny had to talk about stuff like that. Especially to him.

"You okay, Kylie?"

Kyle opened his eyes and looked up at one of his fanboys who was looking down at him curiously. Another leaned forward to look around him, a Monopoly game clutched to his chest.

"Oh, yeah, fine," said Kyle, trying to swallow down the heat in his cheeks.

The first broke into a wide, beaming smile. It was a nice smile.

"Wanna come play with us?" he asked, nodding at the Monopoly box.

Kyle blinked and considered the offer. He was a big guy, definitely strong, but he seemed nice. The other was slightly shorter and quite lanky, but he also had a nice smile. Plus they were going to play Monopoly. They probably wouldn't rape him.

"Uh, sure," he finally concluded, giving them a smile of his own, which ended up coming out nervous.

"Great!" said the large boy happily. "I'm Jax, by the way. This is Abel."

"Hey," said Kyle, nodding at Abel. They walked the rest of the way down the hall and up the stairs to the third floor, where they turned into the first room on the right. Three other boys were sitting on the floor, laughing. He recognized two as Leroy's friends, and the third was Kenny's black-haired girl, Luci. Kyle thought it was quite an odd mix.

"We picked up Kylie on the way," said Jax as they entered and Abel set down the game. They all seemed perfectly okay with this, even Luci, who perhaps was just happy he wasn't hanging out with Kenny. And so the played.

Kyle couldn't ever remember being so into a game of Monopoly before. It had always just seemed a nuisance that took longer than it was worth. But they played ruthlessly and excitingly, taking their losses hard and relishing in their earnings. And it was fun. Very fun. Kyle hadn't had fun with board games for years. But here he'd had the time of his life playing Apples to Apples and Monopoly. He wondered why people stopped playing games like that when they got older. Just the mentality that they weren't going to enjoy them must drive them from the list of things they like to do. But these boys had either uncovered it again or held onto it. It was almost touching.

Two hours later, Luci had won, giggling madly as he collected the last of a begrudging Abel's fake money. He let out a squeal of delight, falling on his back and throwing the colored paper up to fall on him. He looked like a kid who'd just gotten the best Christmas present of his life.

"Oh, don't look so down, boys!" he cooed happily, grinning up at them. "I'll let you take revenge. What do ya say? Any takers?"

He flicked his bangs to the side flirtatiously and batted his Lash Blasted eyelashes with as much charm as he could muster. Kyle found it a rather sickening sight, but the others just smiled and rolled their eyes.

"Oh, come on," he whined, rolling onto to his stomach and resting his chin in his hands with a pathetic pout. "Casey and Bradlee dearest have Kenny tonight, I'll be bored! Jax?"

"Sorry, Luc, I've still got a lot of homework to do," he said with a patient smile.

"Hmph!" said Luci. "Abel?"

"Can't, Cole's making me get caught up on Glee. I've missed the last four episodes which apparently are all vitally important."

"They are!" squealed Luci indignantly, temporarily distracted. "How can you have missed them? Rachel- No, no, I won't ruin it for you. I understand, you just pay good attention to that. Andrew? Wanna get your experiment over with?"

"No, thank you," said the smaller of Leroy's friends, a slight blush coming over his cheeks. "Seriously, Luci, I'm straight."

"Yeah, yeah," said Luci with a sigh, waving him off. "Well, I know Maxie won't do anything-"

"Please stop calling me that."

"-and Kylie's so much of a bottom I just can't even think about it! What do you guys expect me to do?"

"Suck it up and finger yourself?" offered Kyle, his eyebrow twitching at his comment about him. His whining was ridiculously unbearable. Would it kill him to not be fucked tonight? Luci let out an indignant gasp, looking at him in horror, while the others all simultaneously stippled laughs.

"I'll have you know," he said, shooting a glare at his friends, "that is completely unnecessary for someone like me! I can always find someone!"

"So why don't you go find them?"

"I-I will!" he insisted defensively. "After dinner. Speaking of which, we'll be heading down any time now. I won, so you guys clean up!"

And he dashed from the room, his footsteps echoing on the stair case. There was silence for a moment, and then they all laughed.

"You're pretty quick with your mouth, Kyle, Luci's hard to get like that," said Max.

"I've had a lot of experience with people who've got too much pride," he said, thinking for the first time that Luci was the tiniest bit like Cartman, which was a highly disturbing thought. "The fact that he insulted me helped."

"It wasn't an insult, Kylie, that's just how he sees things," said Jax. "Tops and bottoms. Even the straight guys. 'If they were gay...' is how he thinks. Like, he sees Max and Andrew as tops, but Matt as a bottom."

"That's stupid," snarled Kyle. "Matt's not even-"

"That's Casey's theory, actually," said Abel. "He's somehow managed to convince himself Leroy's secretly in love with Matt, and there's just no way for Leroy to be a bottom, so Matt is by default. Not sure exactly how Luci came to accept that, he hates Casey."

"Yeah, well, it doesn't make it any less stupid," mumbled Kyle.

"Well, let's clean up and go to dinner," said Max with a smile. "He might start sprouting nonsense about our answers."

I just realized I gave them five classes before lunch. X3 Oh well. I guess it makes sense with their class length, I did the math. If their classes start at 8 and are 50 minutes with 5 minute breaks in between, they'd be eating around 12:35... With seven classes plus lunch that gives them a 7 hour and 15 minute day, so they get out at 3:15. Poor kids. They don't even get any real electives. Meh. X3

Right, so, I don't speak French... at all. X3 Any French in here is done by translators, which seem to cause jizz loads of improper grammar and jank. X3 Jizz, jank, jizz, jank... jizzy, jizzy, jank, jank. But anyway...

Chacun s'asseyent: Everyone sit down. (I think)

French teachers are called Madame, right? -_- That's what I gathered from the French classroom I had Japanese in, but I could be wrong. X3 And Vincent was the last name of my French friend Sophie from elementary school... she was a total bitch, but damn, I miss that girl.

Do YOU guys get Gregory's drift? ;3 Moley, Moley, Mole...

Extreme bad mitten is my PE possy's invention. Rules are: there is no "out of bounds", if it doesn't touch the ground it's still in play (including if it's caught), you can hit it as many times in a row you need to get it over, going through a hole in the net is double points, there is no score, and if it gets hit on top of the bleachers Sammy goes to get it. :B I also have to go get all the ping pong balls that go up there. -.- Mr. Lackland used to be a Freshman PE teacher at my school and he had super awesome bushy eyebrows and a MUSTACHE. :3D

So yeah, I told you guys I was gunna stop with so many ANs... apparently I can't. X3

Have you guys seen Kuroshitsuji II? Alois is a little SHIT, ain't he? XD If I had to describe him in terms of my OCs, I'd say a mix of Addie, Casey, and Luci. You guys won't get that at this point, but trust me, it's crazy. X3

Name choice of a random insignificant OC to the first person to tell me what my opening AN is from! And to ANYONE who can tell me where I got each of Abel's names! (His full name's Abel Cain Cummings. First two are easy, last is probably hard as FUCK. X3 Just take some insinuative from the first two, it's kinda related. I doubt anyone will ever get it, so I'll tell you guys next chapter.)

Oh, and because it's not obvious at all (no sarcasm), Max and Luci are roommates and Cole and Abel are roommates.