Hey everyone! This is my new story I am starting. It's an idea I've been playing around with for a while now. I don't know how often I will be able to update, since my computer kind of exploded and I'm on my dad's. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I do. Sorry, this is kind of a filler-information chapter.

I slammed by palm against the horn impatiently as Mia took her sweet time as usual priming herself for school. Finally she spilled out of her front door with perfectly curled locks bouncing around her shoulders. I watched with a grin on my face as she attempted to run down the drive with a pop tart in her mouth and an overfilled book bag secured with one shoulder.

"Remind me again why I don't just make you ride the bus to school?" I questioned her as she flung her stuff into the backseat of my Saturn View and slammed the door behind her.

"Because you love me." She told me simply and Simon laughed from the passenger seat.

"Well, that explains her motives, but what about mine?" He smiled smugly at my other best friends and I couldn't restrain a giggle as I caught her glare in the rear view mirror.

"Ha ha. You're so funny." Mia deadpanned in a monotone voice and I blared the music to drown out their usual bickering.

"Asking Alexandria again? We listened to them yesterday!" Simon whined, his dislike for my music choice clearly detectable.

"Just feel lucky it's not Bring Me the Horizon or one of her other equally as horrific screamo bands." Mia agreed with Simon for once and I rolled my eyes at their ignorance.

"First off, they're metalcore, not screamo and if you don't like my taste in music, then feel free to walk yourselves to school every day rather than hitching a ride like bums." I lectured them for the umpteenth time and nodded approvingly at the silence that followed.

When we arrived at school I pulled into my designated parking space and locked the vehicle behind us. We waved goodbye as everyone dispersed into opposite ends of the hallway and I walked mechanically to my locker.

"Hey, queer! You dropped your books." Chills ran down my back as Sebastian's moronic laughter filled my ears and I inwardly face palmed myself. I turned around in time to see Jared, a quiet and openly gay sophomore in my art class, crouching to scoop up his pile of books. Before I could so much as open my mouth to defend the misfit, a flash of blonde hair caught my attention and someone had already gathered his belongings and stood with squared shoulders in front of the idiotic linebacker.

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" He asked and I inched closer, surprised at the turn of events. Normally everyone turned the other cheek and acted like they weren't aware of what was really happening, but this boy seemed different.

"Nah, only yours." Sebastian spat and his mindless army of followers launched into an unnecessary chorus of equally as obnoxious laughter.

"That comeback was so original, man. There's no way I can come up with a better one." Sarcasm dripped off of the words and I stifled a laugh, not wanting to ruin Sebastian's public humiliation.

"Fuck you, Wayland." His face turned dark red, a mixture of humiliation and anger towards the blonde boy.

"You only wish you could fuck me." Wayland replied with a wink and a lopsided grin.

The warning bell rang, declaring we had one minute to get to our classes and everyone began moving around us. Sebastian stormed off without another word and his posse followed close behind. I didn't bother to stay and see if anything else happened. Instead I strolled down the rest of the hall to Coach Mac's homeroom and sat my belongings at my desk, before turning to face Isabelle.

"Hey, Izzie." I greeted my final best friend who had moved here two weeks ago when school first began. She lived directly next door to me along with her parents and three brothers, only one of which I have met. Her raven hair was stick straight and fell to her waist, though she usually wore it in loose curls. She had pitch black eyes to match and creamy pale skin that contrasted beautifully.

At first I had thought she was going to be another plastic, what with her model like beauty and love of fashion, but she wasn't nearly as airheaded as I had imagined. We shared several classes together, including art, my favorite period.

"Hey, so are you coming over after school?" Her face lit up like a child in a candy store and I couldn't deny her request, despite previously making plans with Simon. Even though she had been moved in for a little over three weeks, her parents were constantly gone, so the house hadn't been fully furnished and stocked until yesterday afternoon according to her text.

"Of course. What are you planning for our extravagant date?" I asked her theatrically and she stuck her tongue out at me.

"Well, I was thinking we could go shopping for awhile, have sappy girl bonding time in my room, introduce you to the family, and then maybe a movie or two?" Iz tried to sound casual, but I knew she was worrying if I would like her ideas.

"Sounds fun, I'll head over after I get my chores done." I confirmed our plans and she instantly cheered up again.

We continued to make light hearted small talk until the bell rang; signaling the passing period for first hour had began. I cut through the crowded halls, trying to make it to Mr. Dierksmeyer's history class clear across the school grounds.

I made it through the door right before the bell rang, Dierksmeyer giving me a knowing look, seeing as we were supposed to be in our seats before the bell, but not reprimanding me. I wouldn't say I was a teacher's pet, I was simply a straight a student who had mostly advanced classes, and so I tended to have leeway as far as the rules went.

I sat towards the back of the room and stared out the window, having already done all of this week's homework assignments and read most of the textbook. I wouldn't categorize me as an overachieving nerd, just someone who was looking for a multitude of scholarships and an acceptance letter to top ranking colleges.

"Miss Fray, will you come here please?" My head snapped to the front of the room where the teacher sat at his desk while everyone spent the last five minutes getting started on the their work.

I walked cautiously to his desk, a few students turning their heads out of curiosity, before looking down at their desks with varying boredom. "Yes?"

"Well, as you know, you're currently rated top in your class, but also in all of my history classes. I was wondering if you would be interested in tutoring one of my ineligible football players in a few subjects, in exchange for some classroom credits."

"It's only the second week of school. How is he already ineligible?" The question passed my lips before I could turn on my filter on, but Dierks simply laughed deeply, resembling Santa almost.

"You'd be surprised."

"I supposed I could handle a little more on my plate." I told him, mentally checking my calendar for the month.

"Good. You'll begin this afternoon and every following Tuesday and Thursday." I nodded my head and went back to my seat, doodling designs onto the front of my notebook.

"Hello, students. My name is Mrs. Ryan and I am your substitute teacher for the day. Please keep the talking to a low roar and work on any assignments you have." She looked young, maybe early twenties, with hazel eyes and a long bob.

I immediately turned back to my desk and shoved my ear buds in as I hit shuffle on my iPod. I continued my previous sketching, seeing as I had nothing to do for the next hour.

Halfway through class, I felt something hit the back of my neck and I turned around to find the source. A paper football triangle lay on the empty desk behind me and I picked it up, inspecting its poor craftsmanship. Across the room sat four teenage boys, presumably the ones who had made it, and I noticed one of them making a yard post with his hands.

"Sorry, 'bout that." One spoke up and I recognized him as the boy from earlier. Now that I had a closer look at him I realized he was extremely attractive. His features reminded me of a Greek god, very sharp and angular, with a naturally golden tan. His hair was the color of honey and his eyes were only a few shades lighter.

I blinked, refusing to act like a star struck teenager, and tossed the toy. It sailed through the air lopsidedly and his muscular arm shot out to catch it.

"Thanks." His smile grew to a smirk and he winked at me, turning on his charm. I simply turned around and filled in the petals of a flower.

I added All Time Low lyrics from their new song A Love like War featuring Vic Fuentes across the corners to frame the designs neatly. Halfway through the words, I felt something lightly stab the material on my shoulder blade and I turned around yet again.

Blondie and his sidekicks all faced me, identical looks of mischief on their faces. "It was an accident, I swear."

"I'm sure it was." I narrowed my eyes at him, not fazed by his pretty boy antics.

I chucked it back at them forcefully and swiveled around in my seat without checking to see where it landed. I decidedly had had enough of his little games and crossed his actions from this morning out as pure coincidence instead of a decent caring human being.

The football smacked against my ear and skid to a stop directly next to my moving pen and I growled in frustration. Without blinking an eye, I positioned it between my thumb and pointer finger of my left hand. I flicked the folded edge with my other hand and watched it sail directly into the garbage can across the room.

I could hear their surprised reactions and various sound effects as they clapped their hands in applause and I rolled my eyes, refusing to turn around.

The bell rang, and I shot out of my desk, quickly throwing my belongings on top of each other. I charged for the door and felt something slipping out of my grasp, but I couldn't catch it in time.

Blondie appeared beside me, my notebook in hand, and his signature smirk etched into his dimpled face. "Here, I think you dropped this."

"Thank you." I tried to worm my way past him, but he was too broad to surpass in the moving crowd.

"Sorry about all that, we were just having fun." I actually looked him in the eye, searching for an inch of truth, but his face bore no hints.

"Oh, yeah, I was having a blast." I contributed begrudgingly, forced to wait until the line died down.

"Hey, Jacey!" The boy turned to the direction of what I assumed was his name being called by a pretty blonde girl and I silently thanked God for the excuse to escape as the door finally cleared out. I darted in front of him, my back brushing against his chest.

It was definitely going to be a long day, and it wasn't even lunch time yet.

So, how was it? Review, please? I would have added more, but 2,000 words is a good number I feel like. Plus, I don't have the story completely plotted out. I'm kind of just winging it. Tell me what you think, what I need to fix, and what you think will happen next. Love you all!

-ThatHippieChick