Out of all the classes she had, pre-calculus had to be the first one scheduled on the first day of school. It would have been fine if it had been English III or another simple subject, but it had to be math. The chances were that the teacher was just going to give an introduction on him and his life and a summary of the course, but the atmosphere still felt dull and dreary like math. Either way, everyone was stuck in a class room for the next two hours or so, just listening to a boring old man (or woman, in some cases) speak ABOUT the course not the course itself. Talking about the course is even worse than talking about the course itself.

The girl crossed one arm over the other on top of her desk. She lowered her head onto her arms and rested. She closed her eyes with her lengthy eyelashes fluttering. She was already letting herself doze off into a dream-filled sleep once more. The bell rang, but that didn't force her to open her eyes. She needed just five more minutes of sleep and then she would be well rested and good to go. She had spent the past night mainly on the computer, learning more about the guitar and the technology behind it.

What woke her up was the sound of the door bursting open after a long silence had befallen the class. She nearly jolted up with her usually striking emerald eyes glazed over. She rubbed her head as a headache due to her sleepiness set in her head. She closed her eyes and heard that whoever had made that sound was now sitting behind her. She figured because she heard the desk from behind her squeak and the sound of a backpack being set on the floor.

She wanted to know who had woke her up so she turned around only to see the same face she had seen her whole high school life. The same careless expression was on his features. He seemed to be uninterested in her, until she spoke in a nonchalant tone of voice, "You haven't changed a bit."

His eyes darted from the whiteboard at the very front of the room to her. A smug smirk drew on his face and he then retorted, "Nice bedhead." With that, he crossed his arms behind the back of his neck and leaned back in his chair.

Instantly, the girl began to fix her hair and she slowly turned around. She felt a warmth crawl onto her face. She quickly matted down her hair and ran her fingers through the loose waves of her auburn colored mess. She hoped that would suffice. Looking messy was not going to work for her. She had to look her best, as if she was going to be read for a photo shoot at any moment. "Thanks." She sarcastically muttered to Rodrick, her class mate. It was hard to believe that he was a year older than her. He acted like he was still in grade ten. She rolled her eyes and lightly smiled as she thought.

The teacher strolled in with a messenger back on one side and a stack of papers on the other. "Sorry for being late, my car wouldn't start up this morning. Not the greatest way to begin the school year." It was almost as if he was talking to himself, seeing as the students were less than interested in his excuse. The teacher, looking about the age of fifty, began to pass out the papers that he had been holding. It was just a paper that explained the course and what they would be going over for the semester.

When she got her paper, the girl knew she had no time to rest. She had to do her best to listen to the teacher. What good first impression would she have made if she just dozed off in his class? She rubbed her eyes, hoping that would keep her eyes open. She couldn't help but have her mind wander during the whole time he was lecturing about the curriculum. She would tune in and tune out and catch several pieces of information.

It wasn't until the bell rang that she was ultimately snapped into reality. She looked at the syllabus on her desk and picked it up, as well as her strawberry, pin decorated backpack. She slung the backpack over her shoulder. She was walking away from her desk when she heard her name being called.

"Hey Niks," Called out Rodrick from the spot near his desk.

"It's Nikki, and what Heffley?" Nikki asked as she turned around while attempting to walk backwards. She stopped when her hip bumped into the front desk. She didn't really like calling him by his last name, but just as she didn't like the nickname Niks, he didn't like being addressed by his last name.

"Can I copy whatever homework he handed out? I'm a little sick, so-" Rodrick threw hand motions around to illustrate his words.

"Old excuse and he didn't even assign us anything. It's the first day, remember?" Nikki shook her head and let a smile appear on her face as she heard Rodrick. It was a routine with him. She didn't like to let him cheat, but she would let him get SOME answers last year in their previous math course. She was a grade eleven, him a grade twelve. But seeing as she was implemented in higher scholar courses when she was younger, it gave her a head start by a year. Their schedule was practically the same, minus electives.

Outside of the classes though, it was like they never existed to each other. He had his own friends, she had hers. They stayed out of each other's way and that was fine. She was busy with her extracurricular activities and he with his band. The two weren't exactly close friends, but they had some sort of friendship between them..