Dipper was lost, which was something he wasn't expecting himself to be. He had no problem navigating the woods around the shack, and this place was definitely not as large as that.

He looked down at his schedule for the seventh time. Room 208. English. He was currently standing in the middle of the math hall, across from room 313. Putting his hand to his chin, he contemplated which person in the busy hall he should ask for help. There was a girl in pink heals leaning against the door of 313, her blond hair pulled up into a high ponytail. Asking her was out of the question. She looked like a girl Dipper would want to avoid at all costs. There was a taller girl wearing a rough looking flannel shirt a little down the hall, and wow- she was cute. Dipper had a hard time not staring at her long natural red hair. It kept being hit by the light just right, making it seem like it was sparkling. He felt himself being pulled closer to her, his feet moving him as his eyes stayed fix. He kept walking until he was right next to her.

"Uh, hey dude," she said to him confused, but smiling.

It took Dipper a moment to realize he was being talked to. "Oh, heh heh, hey there."

There was a moment of silence. Before she awkwardly said, "Do you need something?"

"Oh, yeah!" dipper said, pulling his schedule out of his pocket for the eighth time this morning. "I'm trying to find room 208, and it's dumb because I'm really good with maps usually. I explore the woods around my house all time and I make this little map mapping off the location of all these weird things I find. But I can't seem to figure out the layout of a school."

The girl laughed. "Oh wow dude. That's some tough stuff."

"You could say that."

She laughed again, punching him lightly on the shoulder. "You're a funny guy. Okay, so you're on the third floor right now. 208 is down those stairs the next hall over. Then once you go down, it's at the very end of the hall on the right. Got it?"

Dipper nodded a little too hard. "Got it, thanks!"

"No problem kid. I'm Wendy by the way. Senior."

Dipper put out his hand. "Dipper. Sophomore. This is my first day. It's also my sisters first day. We're twins."

"Oh wow sweet. So if I ever see a girl version of you around, I'll assume it's her." She took his hand a shook it. "Okay Dipper, I've got to run. Maybe I'll see you around."

As she turned and walked away Dipper yelled out, "I hope so!"

'I hope so', really? There was nothing more desperate sounding he could of possibly said. As he mentally beat himself up, he hurried over down the stairs and into his class room as the bell rang. After a short talk with the teacher, he hurried over to his newly assigned seat and slouched into it.

The teacher started her lecture about what motivated Iago in the book Othello. Dipper was half listening. He had read the book last year in English at his old school, and so had already gone over this. To pass the time, he decided to pull out his journal and continue his sketch of the peculiar looking tree across the street from school. At least, that's what he was planning to do. As he was starting to continue his sketch the person sitting behind him tapped him on the shoulder.

Dipper turned around to see a lanky boy with his head propped up on the desk by one fist. He had a yellow-blond undercut, with side swept angled bangs that were currently fell in front of his face to cover one eye. He had on a baggy yellow sweater that was almost the same color as his hair and matching yellow high tops on his feet that were sticking out from under the sides of his desk.

"What'cha drawing there, Pine Tree?" he asked nonchalantly, like they were old friends catching up with each other.

"Excuse me?" replied dipper, closing his journal and covering the cover of it with his arm, defensively.

"I asked what you were drawing, kid."

From the front of the classroom, Dipper heard the teacher clear her throat. She was undoubtedly looking at the two boys waiting for them to hush up so she could continue her lesson. Dipper muttered a sorry as he turned around in his seat.

It wasn't long though before he was tapped again.

Dipper refused to turn around. He didn't want to get in trouble on his first day, and above that he didn't want to talk to whatever yellow's name was.

The poking was persistent, but Dipper's will power was just as persistent.

Or so he thought. He eventually couldn't take it anymore. He spun around and angrily whispered "What do you want?"

The kid smirked. "Don't be like that Pine tree, I'm just trying to make conversation."

"Well I don't want your conversation. And, why are you calling me Pine Tree, stop that."

"I thought it fit you well. It goes with that whole forest theme you got going on."

Dipper looked at him in confusion. "Forest theme?"

The yellow boy flicked Dipper's hat. "That thing there, with the tree on it. Also your last name. and the fact that there are thousands of tree sketches in the book of yours."

"What?" Dipper replied. "How did you even know that? How do you know my name?"

His smile grew larger than humanly possible. "Oh, I know lots of things."

A shiver went down Dipper's spine. This boy was dangerous. He couldn't pinpoint the exact source of that thought, maybe it was based off a hunch or maybe the thing he just said. All he knew for sure was that he wanted to avoid talking to this kid as much as possible.

With his luck though, they happened to have the exact same schedule.