"Very good Mr. Davis. Surprisingly." Mr. Wilson said handing Roger his paper.

"Thanks." 15 year old Roger said looking at his A plus paper.

"And Miss McGowan, nice work as usual." he said handing Brianna her paper.

"Thank you Mr. Wilson." the pretty blond said smiling at her A paper.

"OK now, I'm going to split you up into groups of two and I want you to do a little project. It'll be on William Shakespeare's Hamlet. And since Mr. Davis and Miss McGowan have the highest grades in the class, I'd like to see what they can come up with." Mr. Wilson said as Roger and Brianna looked at one another.

"Great." he muttered as class continued. When class was over Brianna approched him.

"Listen Roger, I don't like this any more than you do, but I really want to get a good grade on this so we really need to work hard on it." she said looking up at him.

"Listen Brianna, you write it up and put my name on it, OK? Cool." he siad leaving the class room.

"He is such a jerk." Samantha said walking up to Brianna.

"You're not kidding. But I gotta work with him." she said as the two sophomores left the class room.

"Hi Brianna." Mark Cohen said passing her in the hallway.

"Hi Marky. You're friends with Roger Davis, right?" she asked smiling at him as her pony tail swung as she walked.

"Yeah, our moms are friends. What did he do now?" he asked looking down.

"Nothing. I just have to work on a project with him in Brit Lit and he expects me to do it all myself." she said looking at him.

"I'll talk to him." he said smiling at her.

"Thanks Marky. Do you wanna go to lunch with us?" she asked as he pushed his glasses up on his face.

"Sure." he said following them out of the school.

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"I'm not working with her." Roger said sitting in his room with Mark.

"Roger, Mr. Wilson paired you two for a reason. She's the smartest girl in the sophomore class." he said looking up at him.

"So you work with her and just put my name on it. I know you have a thing for her." Roger said picking up his guitar.

"I don't have a thing for her. But she's nice. Why don't you like her?" Mark asked curiously.

"Because she thinks she knows everything. Yeah, like I want to work on a report about Hamlet with her. Not quite." Roger said plugging his amp in.

"Well Mr. Wilson said you have to so unless you wanna flunk Brit Lit, you gotta do it." he told him opening up his book.

"Whatever." Roger said starting to play his guitar.

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"Roger, I wanted to talk to you about our report..." Brianna started when Roger interrupted her.

"Yeah, listen I'll meet you after school at my house to work on it, OK?" he said looking down at her.

"I was thinking we could meet at Mark Cohen's house. He said he would serve as a buffer. You know, since you are so difficult..." she said before being interrupted by him again.

"I'm difficult. You think just because you're every teachers pet that you're the best thing this school has ever seen." he argued looking down at her.

"Well at least I show up for class every once in a while and do some work. All you do is cut class and show up for tests." she said aggressively putting her hand on her hip.

"You're just jealous that I don't have to work so hard to get good grades." he yelled as they stood in the middle of the hallway.

"Oh yeah, I'm really jealous. You act like a jerk all the time and you think just because you're cute that everyone will just bend to your every will, well not me. How about I do my part of the paper and you do yours and whatever we get, we get?" she yelled back as everyone looked at them.

"Whatever." he yelled as she walked away from him.

"Fine." she yelled going into her class room.

"What the hell was that?" Mark asked approaching Roger.

"She is such a bitch." Roger yelled as he left to go to his next class.

"She's really nice once you get to know her." Mark said. "It's just that she knows what she wants and she'll do whatever it takes to get it. Kind of like how you are with your music."

"Don't even say something like that." Roger said. "We are nothing alike." He said walking away. Mark just shook his head and followed down the hall.

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"You think Roger Davis is cute?" Sam asked as Brianna sat at her desk.

"What?" she asked looking up at her confused.

"You told Roger Davis he's cute." she said smiling at her.

"No I didn't." she said taking her books out of her book bag.

"Oh yes you did. Half the school heard you." Sam said laughing.

"Oh my God, I did?" she asked looking up at her.

"Um, yeah you did." she said smiling.

"Oh man." she said laying her head on the desk.

"So do you?" Sam asked looking at her.

"Do I what?" she asked muffled because her head was on the desk.

"Think Roger's cute?" she asked looking at her.

"I don't know. I mean, yeah I guess. In that pain in the ass sort of way. But we have nothing in common and he's such a jerk." she said looking up at Sam.

"Yeah he is kind of cute, isn't he?" Sam said smiling at her.

"Sam." Brianna said smiling at her.

"OK I'm sorry, he's a jerk and a pain in the ass." Sam said trying to be serious.

"He is." she said opening her book.

"And you have to work with him." Sam said smiling.

"Don't remind me." she said as the bell rang and class began.