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Disclaimer: I do not own Code Lyoko

oh yeah, and Lyoko and Xana don't exist in this story. aelita exsists, but she's just a normal person.

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Chapter 1

Ulrich's POV

I've never really had much luck in my life. I haven't really been unlucky… but I haven't been lucky either. But right now I'm feeling pretty unlucky. A lot of guys that go to my high school would say I'm the luckiest guy on earth; well, that's what my best friend Odd Della Robbia says at least.

Odd says he would die to have all of the girls that have huge crushes on me… personally I think they're pretty annoying.

My life has gone downhill lately, my grades are slipping and if they get much worse I'm going to be kicked off the soccer team. My dad was furious when he recently saw my semester report card… but I'd rather not think of my dad at the moment.

We have a break soon which means I have to go visit my parents, whom hate me, despise me, and only like when I visit because they can force me to work as their personal assistant. Well, my dad does at least. I don't really see my mom much… whenever I visit she's gone somewhere.

"Ulrich!" I cringed as I heard an all-too-familiar squeal come from behind me. The girl ran up from behind me and gave me a backwards hug, her hands spreading across my chest. Gosh, I hate it when she did that.

All the girls that passed us by in the hallways, older and younger, glared at Emilie. I quickly pulled away from her hug and turned to face her. She battered her eyelashes and swished her long black hair.

"Hi Emilie," I said as I held back a sigh. Emilie was probably the most annoying girlfriend I had ever had. Well not necessarily… Sissi had been the most annoying. She had been so annoying I had broken up with her in less than 10 minutes.

I wanted to break up with Emilie, but I couldn't quite yet. I had only gone out with Emilie because there was some rumor going around that I was gay, and I was not gay. I guess people thought I was gay because I hadn't dated anyone in a while.

Truth was, I really didn't like most of the girls that were at our school because most of them were overly obsessed over me. I sighed as Emilie took my hand and dragged me to class.

When we entered the classroom, Emilie looked around desperately for an open desk so we could sit together, but we were late so there weren't any open desks. I took a seat next to Odd.

Mrs. Hertz began to talk but I didn't pay attention. I knew I should be because I was close to failing science, but grades didn't matter to me much.

"Where were you?" Odd asked curiously.

"I got held up by Emilie," I said in a bitter voice. Odd rolled his eyes.

"If you hate her so much why don't you break up with her?" he asked. I ran a hand threw my messy hair. I always do that when I feel stressed out… it's an annoying habit.

"I can't break up with her…yet. If I break up with her without kissing her in front of everyone then those rumors about me being gay are going to go around again," I explained.

"Then just make out with her at the café after school and then break up with her," Odd said simply. I sighed. I really wasn't in the mood for a make out session in front of a ton of people after school today. I put my head down on the desk.

"Unless," Odd gasped faking shock, "you really are gay!" I sat up in alarm.

"Hell no!" I shouted at him. Everyone in the classroom turned to stare at me. Some of the girls were giggling. I looked over at Mrs. Hertz hoping she hadn't heard. Unfortunately… she had.

"Ulrich, we don't use that kind of language in this school! Go to the principle's office, now!" Mrs. Hertz said angrily. I cringed inwardly. It was my fourth time this week getting sent to the principle's office. Mr. Delmas definitely wasn't going to be happy with me. I walked across the front of the classroom to get to the door while running a finger through my hair. I heard a few girls swoon. I looked at them and cast them a disbelieving look before leaving.

The moment I got outside of the classroom I moaned out in frustration and kicked the wall. Mr. Delmas was sure to call my dad if I got sent to the principle's office four times in one week.

"Perfect life not going so well?" a person behind me joked. I knew that voice all to well. I slowly turned to face a girl wearing baggy black cargo pants with a thick, simple white belt and aloosewhite t-shirt. Her black hair was pulled into a ponytail and rested on her left shoulder. It was a couple inches longer than her shoulder.

"Shut up Yumi," I said nastily to her smirking face. Her pearl gray eyes seemed to light up with happiness at knowing she made mad. Yumi and I had hated each other since we first met. We both had a lot of the same friends and the same amount of popularity, but we had never gotten along.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair again. I really didn't feel like talking to her. She put a hand on her small hip and sassily walked over to me pulling her ponytail holder out and flipping her shiny black hair. I wonder why she always puts her hair in a ponytail… it looks a lot better when she leaves it down. She walked right up next to me.

"Hello Ulrich dear," she said in a high pitched voice, imitating Sissi. I cringed a bit at the thought of Sissi.

"Please, imitate anyone but Sissi," I moaned as I walked down the hall toward the principle's office. Yumi skipped along next to me, still imitating Sissi.

"Oh, but why Ulrich dear? You know you love me," Yumi taunted in her fake high pitch voice. I just shook my head. Yumi was amazing at imitating people. Maybe a little too good at it….

"Come on, Ulrich dear, just kiss me," Yumi said dramatically while making a kissy face. I smirked.

"Okay Yumi," I said as I leaned in to kiss her. Yumi screamed and jumped away from me.

"You know you want me," I joked while grinning at her. Yumi stuck her tongue out at me.

"You're disgusting," she spat. The two of us walked next to each other in silence.

"So, where are you going?" Yumi asked me as she put her hair back up in a ponytail, letting it rest on her left shoulder again.

"The principle's office," I said yawning. I hadn't gotten enough sleep last night.

"How about you?" I asked throwing the question back at her.

"I got sent to the principle's office too," she said. I raised an eyebrow. Yumi never got in trouble with the teachers… she got perfect grades so all of the teachers loved her. She didn't have to try hard in school to get good grades… lucky her.

"Miss Perfectionist got in trouble?" I asked. I knew she hated it when people talked about her grades or how smart she was. She gave me a glare.

"William texted me on my cell phone in the middle of class," she told me. I chuckled.

"What an idiot," I told Yumi smiling. Yumi crossed her arms over her stomach.

"He's not an idiot," she said defensively. I snorted.

"He acts like a girl," I said. He really does act like a girl… and he has the most girlish scream I've ever heard. Apart from Sissi's scream of course. Yumi approached the door to the principle's office.

Before turning the handle she looked at me with cold eyes and said, "He's more of a man than you'll ever be."

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I clasped Emilie's hand tightly in mine holding in a sigh. The two of us had just reached the crowded café. A ton of people went to this café after school let out, mostly because it was the only café on campus.

Well, there was a cyber café, but only the nerdy people went there after school. I brought Emilie to a chair in the corner of the room where we would be seen, but not too out in the open. I sat down on the chair and Emilie giggled and sat down on my lap.

Oh man… this was going to be a long make out session. I could already feel the eyes of jealous girls on me and Emilie. I ignored them. I really could care less what they think of me. The unfortunate thing is no matter how many girls they see me kissing, they will still crush on me and try to flirt with me.

That was one good thing about having a girlfriend. The sensible girls backed off and just tried to become friends with me. I liked that… Emilie had been like that when I was dating Mara. That's why I had chosen Emilie to go out with, because she hadn't been too flirty or pressured me into asking her out.

Now I wanted to break up with her because she was extremely clingy. I could feel Emilie put her hands on my neck. Well… I might as well get this over with…. I put my hands on her waist and leaned in until my lips found hers.

I didn't kiss her too hard and I didn't kiss her too softly. I had to admit, my kissing wasn't up to its usual standards because I was thinking about my visit with my parents. Occasionally I opened my mouth to let her tongue slip in, but not for very long. After what seemed like forever I broke away from her.

"I've got to go Emilie… see you tomorrow okay?" I said quietly, my mouth a bit tired from our kissing. Emilie just nodded, probably stunned from the kiss. I lifted her off me and gently put her down before leaving the café.

I could feel eyes on me as I left, and I felt a little bad for leaving Emilie there with all the people staring at her. I shrugged it off and walked out the café door while running my hand through my hair again.

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"So, how was making out with Emilie at the café? Is she any good?" Odd asked as he dribbled the soccer ball down the field. I chased after him and stole the ball from him.

"She's better than most of the girls I've kissed," I said shrugging as I kicked the ball into the goal. Odd grabbed the ball and punted it across the field toward the other soccer goal. We raced across the field to the ball.

"Maybe once you break up with her I can date her," Odd suggested. I grinned. Odd tended to do that a lot. After some girl got dumped and felt depressed, Odd comforted them and ended up dating them soon after that.

Odd could never keep a girlfriend for long though. I think he had dated Sam the longest, which had only been a couple of weeks. He and Sam were still friends, but Sam acted a little colder to him ever since she caught him cheating on her.

"Odd, why don't you try finding a girl that you really like so you can stay with her for over a week?" I asked as I began dribbling the ball. Odd stole the ball from me and ran towards his goal.

"I guess I just haven't found the right girl for me yet. And you shouldn't be talking Ulrich, you're dating different girls constantly," he said as he kicked the ball into the goal and cheered. The two of us stopped to catch our breath.

"Wow, you guys are pretty good at soccer!" a girl said as she walked onto the soccer field towards. Odd and I turned to look at her. She had long flaming red hair that neatly curled in towards her face. Her hair was layered so the strands closest to her face were shorter than the others and only came down to her chin, but the strands farther from her face were longer and reached down a few inches past her shoulders. Her skin was pale and her eyes were a soft green. Several freckles adorned each of her cheeks. She was wearing a pair of sporty looking green shorts and a long baggy white t-shirt.

"I'm Jamie," she said as she approached us.

"I'm Odd, and this is Ulrich," Odd said as he gestured to me. I sighed as I looked at Odd. You see, Odd and I had this code.

Since most of the girls liked me, whenever Odd and I met a new girl if Odd introduced himself first and then me, it meant he claimed the girl. If he introduced me and then himself, it meant he didn't want to go out with the girl. I always let Odd have the girls he liked because most of the time I didn't like the girls he liked.

I had to admit though, Jamie was pretty good looking. I could tell by her slender legs that she was definitely athletic.

"Come on, let's play," she said smiling as she kicked the ball away from Odd. Odd chased her down the field.

"Odd I'm gonna go take a shower. See you at dinner," I shouted after them before walking off the field. I could tell Odd wanted some alone time with his new 'friend'.

"Tchao Ulrich!" Odd shouted after me, giving me a grateful look. Jamie waved goodbye to me, a strand of hair falling into her face. She reluctantly turned away from me and went back to playing with Odd.

Before stealing the ball from him she did a double take to look back at me and smile. Oh shit… I could tell she was going to be trouble. Girls made it obvious when they liked me… and I could tell she liked me.

Of course, the girl that Odd likes has to like me. I ran a hand through my hair before walking off to the showers.

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Odd's POV
I watched happily as Ulrich left the field. I knew I shouldn't be happy that my best friend just left me, but I wanted some alone time with Jamie and I could tell Ulrich was stressed out.

A four day long vacation started this Saturday so Ulrich was spending the time at his parent's house and being with his parents was a living hell for him. I wasn't sure why, I had never met Ulrich's parents, but I knew he didn't like them.

Suddenly I heard giggling beside me as Jamie stole the soccer ball from me and began dribbling it down the field. A grin spread across my face.

"No fair! You never even said the game started!" I shouted at her. Her red hair swished in the wind as she kicked the soccer ball into the goal.

"Well the game starts now," she said with a smile before retrieving the ball and kicking it across the field.

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Jamie and I stood bent over with our hands on our knees catching our breath from playing soccer. I had to admit, Jamie was a pretty good soccer player. She had been good enough to beat me.

She dropped to the ground on her knees and then lay down with her hands behind her head. I assumed the same position next to her. For a moment we just looked up at the sky, both of us breathing heavily.

"You're a good soccer player," I complimented her.

"Thanks," she said a little breathlessly. "You're not bad yourself," she told me smiling. There was a moment of silence.

"May I have the honor of taking this lovely lady out for breakfast Saturday morning?" I asked sounding proper as I made dramatic hand gestures. Jamie giggled.

"I'm sorry Odd, I would go to breakfast with you, but I'm going to my parent's house on Friday night for the vacation," she said sadly.

"Oh, well that's okay. We can get together some other time," I told her while hiding my disappointment.

"I would like that," she said grinning.