A/N: Hello JLA fans. Bear with me since this is my first JLA fic, but it should be fine...right? If you see any grammatical errors, plot lines that don't add up, or any general concerns or ideas, I welcome them. I'm still trying to map out the story details here and am welcome to any of you all.
In the mean time...Stay Asterous.

Chapter 1

Diana Prince let out a heavy sigh as her sleek red BMW slid to a stop outside Chesterwood High School. The dull red brick did nothing to make the school look welcoming and the tattered posters outside advertising some after-school clubs looked sad and faded.

Groaning loudly, Diana let her head thud against the steering wheel. She stayed there for several seconds until her phone let up and 'dinged' loudly. Sitting up and spitting her dark hair out of her mouth, she scooped up her phone and smiled upon seeing the message. "Keep your head up, Princess!" read Steve Trevor's message.

Steve was her boyfriend from her old school back in New York. He was two years her senior and currently a freshman at West Point.

"Doing my best," Diana muttered as she quickly tapped on her phone screen. "Smiley face and . . . send."

Now or never, Diana thought sullenly to herself. Snatching up her purse, she stuffed her phone inside it and heaved herself out of her car.

Red heels clacked against the pavement as she walked up the steps and through the green doors of Chesterwood High. The doors opened to a white tiled hall lined with green metal doors with several large sports trophy cases pushed against the walls. A tall, dark haired boy was leaning against one of them, gazing forlornly at the huge golden trophies of years past. The front doors clanged shut behind Diana and the boy's head jerked up to look at her.

"Hey, are you Diana?" He called hesitantly as he began to walk towards her.

"Um, yeah that's me." Diana forced a smile.

"Great. I'm Clark. Clark Kent. Member of the Student Welcoming Committee," he said brightly, extending a hand. Clark Kent was one of those guys with the old-fashioned movie star faces framed with black hair, cobalt blue eyes and one of the most chiseled jaws Diana had ever seen His broad shouldered frame stood well over six feet and rippled with powerful muscles. Diana looked down at his large hand with was still held out in a gesture of friendship. She hesitated for a moment, stole a quick look at the goofy grin plastered across his face, before taking his hand in a strong grip. Clark squeezed her hand back in a surprisingly equally, if not more, powerful handshake than she had shown him. Clark continued to smile that stupid, cheesy smile and Diana decided she liked Clark Kent.

"So, Principal Waller gave me your schedule in advance so I could show you around. I suppose she doesn't want you to get lost. It's easy to get lost in here 'cause it's so big. But you're in my homeroom and English class, and a bunch of my friends are I your classes," Clark said conversationally. "You'll be fine. You got here right at the end of first period, which is homeroom. It's basically free period for us 'cause our teacher is awesome. Ms. Green, you'll love her – right here! On your left." He stopped at one door and pulled it open. Gesturing wordlessly for her to walk in first, Diana took the lead and entered the room first. The room itself was a small, well-light room crammed with desks and about fifteen or so students. Maps and newspaper articles were tacked to the wall and ceiling and made the rooms seem even smaller than it actually was. A small woman dressed in a purple pant suit glanced up as Clark and Diana entered.

"You must be Diana?" She asked. Without waiting for Diana to answer, the woman continued. "Lovely. I'm Ms. Green, your Constitutional Law teacher and homeroom supervisor. This is homeroom, where you will spend first period of every day." She gestured dramatically to the room at large. "Please take a seat anywhere."

"Come on, I'll introduce you to everyone," Clark muttered, tugging Diana over to a group near the back of the room.

"-and then I was like, dude, I'm running here, what's your problem? Move! And the guy gave me a what-the-hell kind of look and just stood there like some idiot!" A lanky looking red headed boy was saying to rather bored looking dark skinned boy.

"Excuse me, everyone? Hi." Clark gave a little wave. "This is Diana Prince. She just moved here from, er, where'd you say you moved here from?" He looked at her apologetically.

"New York City."

'Whoa. So, you moved to Rhode Island?" The red-head looked slightly skeptical. "Damn. Why? New York is New York. Whatever. I'm Wally West. Track star, booty dancer and professional bad ass." He said matter-of-factly.

Diana raised an eyebrow. "Booty dancer?"

"Don't ask," the black boy advised. "John Stewart. The two blondes making love eyes to each other are Dinah and Oliver, and the other blonde in the corner who looks like he's high in Arthur."

"Why do you always say I look high?" Arthur shouted from the other side of the room.

""Cause you are!" John yelled back. Sighing, he continued. "You already know Mr. Boy Scout Kent – "

"Dude, I quit Scouts last year."

"Exactly."

"Shut up," Clark muttered. "Hmm who else do you need to know. . .? Dinah, Wally, oh, Bruce! Bruce is the guy in the corner reading some book on the history of Zimbabwe or something."

"Typical Bruce Wayne," Wally grumped.

"Bruce Wayne?" Diana repeated incredulously. "The millionaire? I thought he lived in Gotham City? Shouldn't he be at Gotham Academy instead of public school?"

"You would think." John shrugged.

"I heard he got kicked out of Gotham Academy for punching the principal," Wally said as he conjured a chocolate bar from a pocket and began eating it nonchalantly.

"That's the sixth chocolate bar you've had this morning Wally…" John looked at Wally in disgust as the red head took a massive bite out of the candy bar.

"Shut up mom," Wally grunted around a mouth full of chewed food. "Crazy high metabolism, remember?"

"Riiight." Clark rolled his eyes.

"What? You don't believe me-"

Wally's indignant protests were cut off by the shrill sound of the bell.

"Okay," Clark said as he peered at Diana's schedule. "You've got Environmental Science next with John and Arthur, so you're good. Arthur's a real nice guy once you get past his whole stuck up attitude he's got going on. He's captain of the swim team, and in his mind that pretty much makes him royalty."

"Do you play any sports, Clark?" Diana asked as she slipped her back around her shoulders.

"I'm quarterback for the football team," Clark said, a spark of pride coming into his eyes. He paused for a minute. "You know, there's a spot open on the cheerleading squad if you want to join. To make friends and all!" He added hastily at the end.

"Cheerleading is a complete and utter waste of time that is only taken up by incompetent fools that enjoy it merely because they are allowed to strut around in miniskirts during school hours," a voice behind the pair snapped.

Diana glanced over her shoulder to see Bruce Wayne standing there, dark brows narrowed at them and his book hanging loosely at his side.

"Way to be a party pooper, Bruce," Clark said dryly. "This is Diana Prince. Diana, Bruce."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Diana said brightly, extending a hand to the young billionaire.

"I'm sure it is," Bruce replied coolly, ignoring her hand and brushing past her rudely to stalk out of the room.

Clark sighed. "Sorry about that. Bruce has been in a bad mood for the past nine years. His parents were killed when he was eight. Kind of ruined his life from then on."

Diana's eyebrows arched in shock at this news. Hurrying to the door, she stared down the hall after the boy, his shadowy form silhouetted against the bright light, and she thought she had never seen someone so unhappy.