For his whole life, everything Carson Phillips ever did was to get him into Northwestern. And now that he was here, he didn't have a clue what to do. He was sitting in his creative writing class while his teacher talked about another one of her group activities. He always paired up with the dumbest kids in class and just slapped his name on it, it was easier than actually trying to make sense of what they tried to say anyway.

"So I've picked your partners for you for this project." She said as the bell rang. Carson walked up to the board and tried to find his name and he looked over to see in bold print: Juliet Dalton.

Who was Juliet Dalton? He was one of the more lively people in his class, believe it or not, and he had never heard of Juliet Dalton. Walking back to his dorm Carson looked over the assignment. When he got there started working on it so that maybe this Juliet person and him wouldn't have to really talk. When it hit 11 he went to bed.

The day was rather boring so when he walked into his creative writing class he sat down in his normal seat and put his headphones in just as someone tapped his shoulder. He looked up to see a girl about his age, with long red hair and hazel eyes that seemed easy enough to pull you in.

"Carson Phillips?" She asked.

"Yes." He replied.

"Do I have creative freedom with you?" She asked.

"Excuse me?" He replied.

"With your story at least? Can I guess your story?" She asked.

"Knock yourself out." He said.

"You were a hotshot in high school, president of the Writing Club and figured it be the same way here. You do other people's work for them because you don't think their good enough. You probably already have done this assignment." She said.

"Wrong, now its' my turn. You were the outcast in high school, no one paid attention to you but you wanted to shine. So you march over here thinking you know all about me hoping that maybe I'll find you sarcastic and funny. You need someone, like myself, to get you to the top." Carson said and she smirked.

"Juliet Dalton." She said holding out her hand.

"Nice to meet you." He replied shaking it. He put his headphones away, maybe for once he would actually have a decent and fun conversation.

"So what's your real story then?" She asked.

"I wanted to get into Northwestern all my life. But I was stuck with a pill popping parent as a mother, and a ditch dad. So in my senior year, I black mailed my classmates to write for a literacy magazine so that I could get in." He said proudly.

"Huh. Cool." She said.

"I suppose yours is less dramatic but then again some of us are just outcasts." He said.

"On the contrary. I was the most popular girl in my school, everyone knew my name and I was head cheerleader. I grew up as the center of attention. But I just wanted to be alone and write but no one would let me do that so I left them all behind." She said looking down, and then the bell rang/

"Hey do you want to go back to my room?" He asked.

"Are you trying to seduce me?" Juliet said and Carson laughed nervously.

"No I just was hoping we could work on the assignment." Carson said, scratching his head.

"So you're not just going to slap my name on your paper?" She asked.

"Nah." He said thinking about the completely finished assignment in his backpack.