Yeah, I love doing all of these sims poses so enjoy it as much as I do! The song is No Wind Resistance! by Kinnert. Stay till the end for a little surprise I did today ;) I think you'll actually like this one.

(Brians POV)

I look at the room number once more, I guess one thing I like about American high school is no uniforms. I peek inside the room as students are looking at the teacher as he's writing something on the whiteboard. Perfect, all attention will be on me then when I walk in. I loudly open the door and walk into the class and look at all the different colored eyes turn from the old guy to me.

"Ah, class this is our new student Brian Hanby, he just moved here all the way from Ireland." Mr. Kimberlyn says as he glances over everyone. I let out a quick laugh and look over at the guy.

"Well fuck, do you want my social security number and blood type as well? How about my address while you're at it?" Hopefully the longer I stay in America, my accent will thin out.

"How about your dick size while you're at it, Brian Hanby!" A girl in the back yells. I look to where the voice came from as the class started to laugh. I was met with a tiny, long-haired brunette girl smiling at me. She seems like the culprit and my type. Alright shortcake, two can play at this game.

"Why tell you when I can show you late." I wink at her and start walking to the empty seat behind her. Her face grows a bright pink and she loses her smile, gotcha.

I didn't even hear what the fucker upfront was saying cause I was just trying to think of my next words to say to her. I set my things down and sit in the hard plastic chair. Her legs that were crossed on her desk were now on the ground as she turns and looks at me, I was met with the most beautiful piercing blue eyes.

"Listen, we already have one annoying Irish fuck at this school I heard. We don't need another, understand? So you can as so kindly go back to wherever the fuck you came from, I'll greatly appreciate it." She says with an attitude. I smile and lean forward so I can get closer to her. Oh, she's one of THESE girls, even better.

"You seem like the type of girl that has daddy issues I'm guessing. Luckily those girls are just my type." I smile even more as the purple-haired next to her covers her mouth and starts to snicker.

"You got that right that's for damn sure." The grape says as her snickering turns into full out laughter. I turn to her friend.

"Hey Grape head, is your friend here single or what?" I ask, gesturing toward shortcake. Shortcake groans out in disgusts and pretends to choke herself.

"I don't go for creeps just so you know, besides, you really aren't my type," she says as she brings her hands back down to her side. I look at her confused, wasn't her comment what got us here in the first place?

"Says the girl who asked for my dick size just a minute ago? But yet, I'm the creep, yeah okay. Anyways let me guess, you go for blondes and glasses? Or do you go for Asians? Honestly can't tell from how you look and act." She glares at me before turning back in her seat.

"Don't fucking cross me Hanby, if you know what's good for you." Oh I'm so scared of you. What will you do, kick my shins? Have to climb on me just to punch my face?

"Oh I was just messing around with you Shortcake, take a chill pill." I watch her shoulders tense up as she stands up, turns around, and slams one of her fists on my desk while the other grabs the collar of my shirt.

"Don't fucking call me that, you don't know what I can do to you," she threateningly says. So shorty has some unresolved anger issues. I chuckle and stand up, her hand lets go of my shirt as I tower over her now.

"BOTH OF YOU, OUT NOW! I'M NOT DEALING WITH A FIGHT!" Mr. Kimberlyn yells at the both of us. Good first impression to him Brian.

"Come on Shortcake, let's go to the office together." I give her a smile whilst grabbing my things and make my way toward the door. I hear her harshly grab her things and slowly trail behind me.

Once in the hallway, I wait for her to walk out of class but she just speed walks out the door, past me. I jog to her side.

"Are you a freshman or a junior like me?" I ask her. She looks at the ground as we walk.

"My friend that you called Grape and I are the only two Sophomores in his class. I'm supposed to be a freshman but since I'm considered gifted, the school said fuck it and now I'm a Sophomore if that answers your question." She crosses her arms and continues to look at the ground. No kidding, she looks young. Might as well gain her trust if I even want a chance with her.

"Look, I'm gonna be honest with you. All I'm asking is for is a friend in this school, and you and Grape seem like the perfect two. You're the stubborn brains, I'm the handsome brawns, and the Grape is the jokester of the group. I think we'll be an unstoppable trio." I say quietly. From the corner of my eye, I can see her smile. I didn't need an answer from her, that was it for me. My only goal now is to protect those two at all costs.

A whistle came in my direction, I blinked a couple of times as I stared at the ground in front of me. These again? I haven't had them since Hope ran away to Liberty City. I look up from the ground and see Del look at me as he turns his head to a passed out Evan then back to me. I look over at Evan and see him stitched and bandaged up. Was I really daydreaming for that long?

"What... what time is it?" I ask Del. He looks out one of the dirty windows and shrugs his shoulders.

"10 maybe 11 at night." I've been out for a couple of hours, the most I've been out before. Tyler jogs up the stairs also bandaged up but not as banged up. I stand up and expect Hope to be with him, but she isn't.

"Come on, the car's running want me to get him or the others?" Tyler points to a still passed out Evan. Maybe she's in the car?

"Brian, help Tyler with Evan, I'll get Craig and David, the others are already at the motel," Del says as he goes toward Evan's old office. I slowly get up from the musty old couch and to Evan, Tyler comes to my side and wraps Evan's closest arm to him around his shoulder as I do the same.

"She didn't want me to leave... she started crying and begging to not leave her." We get Evan up and start to drag him to the stairs.

"So where is she then? You aren't that stupid to leave her alone are you?" I turn and ask him. He looks down and watches where he steps as he goes down the stairs.

"She's in Autumn and Holly's motel room sleeping with them. John and Ryan are watching them and everyone else, staying up and keeping guard until we all get there. She... she wants to know my story... how I got in the gang." He looks over at me for a second before looking back at the ground. Why is he acting like such a softy now? He's never like this.

"Did you tell her, or is she going to find out like I did?" I harshly ask. We reach the final step and walk to the open door of the old clubhouse.

"How can you tell her something like that? Who knows how she'll act... especially with what's going on. I'm just hoping that she drops it and forgets about it in general." He shakes his head and lets out a quiet groan.

"Just stay away from her. You pulling the stunt that you did with her, still pisses me off so much, I'm still contemplating on telling this fucker." I motion my head down to Evan.

Tyler stares ahead of him as we get outside and to the running car. We managed to get Evan in the passenger seat and semi-comfortable to the best of our abilities and closed his door. Realization hit Tyler and he looks over at me, a smirk growing on his face.

"See, I'll never be able to understand the relationship that you and Hope have together. As lovers or just as friends, but you don't know her too well do you? You know my dirt on her, you have my dirt on me, but the thing is, I have my dirt for you now. Can't believe I didn't think about it till now honestly." What the hell is he getting on about? Hope and I are practically open books with each other, whatever he has on her, I probably already know. What the hell does he have on me that she doesn't know?

"She already knows everything about me alr-" Tyler raises an eyebrow at me as his smirk grew into an almost sinister smile.

"Does Hope REALLY know what happened that night when she FIRST met us? Back when you two were together, at Evans party at the club? Cause I distinctly remember how intimate you were with a random girl at the party for a few minutes. Or-" What is this fuckers plan? I shake my head and cut him off.

"That's past news Tyler, she won't care about that, what's between you two is current. This will affect her not-" He holds up his index finger as if to hush me.

"Everyone knows how she's getting her feelings back for you. I get that, Evan and Craig don't seem to get or like that." Tyler crosses his arms and sighs. He looks at the open door to the clubhouse but no one comes out of it yet.

"Either you or I need to get with her. You see, what Evan does to her, and who the hell knows what Craig will do to her isn't good. She knows you the best, you have a better chance of getting with her than me, I'm fresh blood and she doesn't know what to expect from me." What the hell is he thinking?

"Tyler I-" He brings the finger back up for a second and continues to talk. "We have dirt on each other that no one else in the group knows. I'm not saying let's form some alliance to get the girl, but... how about we set our differences aside while keeping in mind of the blackmail to make sure we keep each other in check for her. I mean you want her back don't you? And I want her as much as the next person. So, whatcha thinking?" He asks. I look at the ground and shake my head.

"Either your actually crazy like Del or I'm in another dream. This is seriously fucked up. No, I'm not doing that. I'll keep my mouth shut as long as you keep yours shut." I look back up from the ground.

"That's what I'm asking, as well as a few other things, it'll be like nothing even happened." He sticks out his hand toward me.

(Evans POV)

I slowly open my eyes and look out the car window to see Brian shaking his head as he shakes Tyler's hand. I groan as my brain feels like mush. I turn my head as best as I could, but any movement hurt. I just called it quits and closed my eyes again.

They were kids once too.... before the drama... before Jordan and Seth.... before the gang....

The handsome brawns, the stubborn brains, and the jokester were their own gang....

And I decided to recreate them as how I envision them as teenagers for this story..... enjoy ;)