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First story, hope you like it. Waste of your time if you don't.

How am I supposed to know where to go once I get into the building? Sure I'll get a map at the freshmen orientation today, but it's five days before school starts. That is not enough time to memorize the school.

Freshmen. I hate the word, and now it describes me. I'm…fresh? Like fresh meat. Great, just what the Seniors need…fresh meat to beat up. I bet they'll just love my clothes. All that pink on a boy, not to mention the heels. Oh God, maybe I should just wear my old clothes. Who am I kidding? They won't even fit me any more. I had friends in junior high, so I dressed the way I wanted to. In June I was sure I would continue dressing this way in high school. In July, I looked at my new school wardrobe with just a twinge of nervousness. Maybetoo many skirts...heels too high.It's August now, and I'm thinking of throwing it all out or giving it to Bonita. She'll be a senior this year, she could use some new clothes. Mama never buys her anything…Mama never buys me anything. Bonita doesn't dress as girly as she should, and I dress as girly as Bonita should. Poor Mama.

Oh crap I'm gonna be late. I put together an outfit of all blues, bright blue flats, blue jean skirt, and blue tanktop with a white jacket, so it looks like I didn't try too hard to match. I seriously consider staying home and winging it the first day of school, but I know there is probably a good reason there is an orientation. Perhaps we have to sign a contract stating that we will not beat up cross dressers. That'd be nice…

"Bye Mama." I say, even though she's already driving away.

Okay the school isn't as big as I expected. The kids are half as scary as I suspected. Scary, nonetheless. Except one. Tall. Dark. Handsome. Straight, probably. All the good ones are, such a waste.

Damn, he caught me staring. And he smiled? He smiled. My gay-dar has run out apparently because he's either checking me out, or smiling politely at what he thinks is an insane drag queen. He's walking over. Closer. Closer...He'srightthere. In front of me. And I am not speaking. NOT GOOD. I said something and I can't remember what it was. Oh no. He's laughing. At me. Well no, it seems like he's laughing with me. Look at that, I'm laughing, too. Snap out of it, girl! Concentrate.

"Was that a line? It was a pretty good one." He says, still giggling.

And then I remember what I said –So, what's your orientation?

Good one! I'm a total slut.

"I like boys." He says, but in a playful tone. A joke, perhaps?

"Boys like me?" I ask.

"We'll see." My face drops.

"I'm sorry, I just had to make it rhyme. Definitely boys like you."He says.

Awkward silence. Gah.

"I'm Angel." I say. I would've killed myself if I forgot my name.

"Collins, Tom Collins."

I giggle. He grunts.

"Family name." He explains.

"Well Collins, I really like your family for choosing that…unusual name. It's sexy, I swear." What am I even saying! I have turned into cheesy line central. It's like I'm trying to pick up a hooker. Why would I pick up a hooker! I'm not even straight. Even if I were-FOCUS. He's talking again.

"Your name is beautiful. Just like you." He says, touching my face. Woah. Obviously my cheese-tastic lines work.

A voice over the loud speaker asks us to make our way to the Auditorium and Tom snaps out his daze. His hand falls form my face and he stutters a bit. I think I hear an apology. Nuh-uh.

"C'mon, hun. Don't want a bad seat now do we?" I say, taking his hand. He smiles in relief, planting a small kiss on my cheek.

"Next to you is the best seat in the house." He says. CHEESEY.I guess I'm rubbing off on him. Hm. Nice image...-FOCUSSS.

Yes, there is definitely a good reason for orientations.

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