Author's Note: I was bored, so I came up with this idea. Please review!

It was September 5th, the first day of school at Hollywood Arts High. Teachers greeted the students warmly, the seniors walked with their heads high, and the freshman mostly kept to themselves. Friends compared schedules and yelled across the hall. It was slightly chaotic, as was typical for the beginning of the school year.

Two freshmen, Andre Harris and Robbie Shapiro, walked through the doors into the main hall. Andre looked around, a small smile on his face. Robbie tried not to make eye contact with anyone.

"Can you believe we're finally here?" Andre asked. "After all the auditioning and worrying…"

"Ohhh," Robbie moaned, "I don't know if I can do this."

Andre put his hand on his best friend's shoulder. "You can do this! This is our chance to branch out, ya know?"

"What if I don't want to branch out?"

"Relax, man," replied Andre. "C'mon, let's look for our lockers. Mine is number 211, which is over….there."

Robbie consulted his schedule and saw that his locker number was 414. "Mine is on the other side of the hall," he said.

The two friends looked at each other for a moment, surprised. They didn't know they'd go their separate ways so soon. Would it be strange to go to their lockers together? Probably, since they were guys and didn't want to look lame. "Well, see you later, then," Andre said.

"Yeah, bye." Robbie raised his hand to wave. They parted ways.

On his way to his locker, Robbie accidently bumped into a tiny, red-headed girl.

"Oh, sorry! I-I didn't see you!" Robbie exclaimed.

The girl's eyes widened. "What's that supposed to mean?" she yelled.

"S-sorry, I mean, I just wasn't wa-watching where I was going," Robbie stuttered. He wasn't used to talking to girls.

The girl smiled. "Oh, that's okay! I'm Cat!"

"Uh, I'm Robbie."

"Bye!" she said, and skipped away. Robbie stared after her, wondering why she left so suddenly. He hoped she didn't think he was weird. Although she seemed kind of weird herself. And cute.

On the other side of the hall, Andre had some trouble opening his locker. He didn't want to ask a teacher for help, but he knew the bell would ring soon and he needed to put some books in his locker. He desperately jiggled the handle.

"Want some help?" came a calm voice from behind him. Andre turned around and saw an upperclassman, a tall guy with dark brown hair. The boy smiled.

"What's your combo?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"Your locker combination. So I can open it."

"Oh, it's 33-56-53."

The boy turned the lock for a few seconds, then yanked the handle. The locker opened.

"Thanks," Andre said, amazed.

"No problem," the boy replied with a genuine smile.

Andre put his books and jacket in his locker and closed it. He realized the boy was still there, kneeling down, at his own locker. "Uh, I'm Andre," Andre said after a moment.

"Beck." He didn't look up until he finished putting some things in his locker and then slammed it closed. "Nice to meet you."

Andre slapped Beck's hand in a traditional guy-greeting, impressed by his manners.

"So what's your first class?" asked Beck.

Andre looked at his schedule. "Uhh…Mr. Sikowitz's Intro to Acting class. You?"

"Same!"

"Wait, you're a freshman?"

"Yeah, why?" Beck folded his arms, an amused expression on his face.

"Oh, nothing, you seemed older…" Andre trailed off. "Sorry."

"No problem, man."

At that moment, Robbie quickly walked up to the boys. "Hey Andre, isn't your first class Intro to Acting? With Mr. Sikowitz?" Then he noticed Beck standing there. Robbie didn't really do well around good looking guys. They were usually popular and made fun of Robbie or forced him do their homework. "Hi," Robbie mumbled to Beck.

"'Sup," Beck said. "I have that class, too. Why don't you walk with us?"

Robbie's head lifted when he head the sincerity in Beck's voice. Smiling, he nodded, and they all walked down the hall.