This is just a one-shot, but kind of has a preview for a story that I am writing at the moment., well a minor one, but Sarah Fairbanks is featured in my other one. Just wait till I post it and then you'll see what I mean. I hope.

If I owned Alex Rider, then Mrs. Jones would have stopped sucking peppermints a long time ago.

Alex Rider was back, and he didn't go unnoticed by his class mates. He walked into his math lesson with the new teacher, Mrs. Fletcher and took his well, it could be called usual, but then again, he never used it. Anyway, he took his occasional seat and the class burst out with whispers.

Sarah Fairbanks- Former sociable, now Queen Bee

So, that useless drugged up boy is back is he? What was he ding this time? Shooting up some crack? I knew for sure that had gotten into something this time, after all, he had a nice new scar above his cheekbone that did make him look- hang on? Did I actually just say that!?

Sarah, calm down. I must not get involved in the disastrous world of Alex Rider. I'll probably end up dead anyway. Most people he has had a lot of contact with have. His mum, dad, uncle, etc. Some messed up family that is. I reckon they were all involved, now Alex has taken over the family business. When I actually talked to him, one of the only things that he said about his uncle was that he was always away on 'business trips'.

Yeah, more like getting sent to jail for drug smuggling of some sort.

But then again, I do miss having Alex as a friend. He knew the real me, not the layers of makeup and the short skirts me, but the girl who actually wanted to get good grades. The Michael Cook came along. He was one of the most handsome, popular guys in the school, and he asked me out. Of course I said yes, for every action there was a consequence. This consequence was that the only person that I could now call my 'best friend' was Amber, the girl sitting next to me.

And she isn't even a friend, only hangs out with me because of my school status. I really wish I could find out what Alex actually does. Sometimes I actually want to slap people in the face when they say he's a murderer, or a juvenile. But he is so secretive. He couldn't really be a druggie, Could he?

One thing that I do notice is Alex's eyes. They used to be so young, energetic and full of life, yet now they are empty and hollow. However, they are full of fear, betrayal, maturity and so many other things that it's too many to list. He's trying to hide it, I can tell, but his wall is slowly crumbling. The foundations are the only things supporting him.

You know it's so ironic that I realize this in a math lesson, when I had drifted so far away from Alex, and had the worst teacher ever.

If anyone else could here my thoughts right now then they'd think that I had bipolar or something.

I really want to talk to him. I'll talk to him in the canteen. No one's ever down there but my old friends, well, the now lower ranks of the school, he's sure to be down there. Well, I hope he is.