Hey guys, long time no post, eh? Sorry about that. I'm working like crazy, who knew fast food is where the money is at? And in most of my free time I'm with my boyfriend or best friend and any rare occasion that I am on a computer, I usually don't have enough time to cook up a story. But this idea came to mind and I was super duper inspired so I just had to make time for this story. Being grounded right now helps.

Now, about the story. Since I decided to go back in time to around the beginning of season ten, the timeline is super duper fucked up and also I moved some people and put them in the grades I felt like they should be in because I am God :O. So let me get that somewhat cleared up for you. I'll make a list of who is in what grade. Some people may not even be mentioned in this but I feel the need to list any and all characters that I might use.

Freshmen: Zig, Maya, Tristan, Tori, Chewy, Zoe, Cam, and Harry.

Sophomores: Miles, Clare, Alli, Imogen, Jenna, Adam, Jake, Connor, Becky, Luke, Wesley, Dave, and KC.

Juniors: Katie, Fiona, Declan, Owen, Bianca, Fitz, Marisol, Julia, and Mo.

Seniors: Eli, Holly J, Anya, Darcy, Sav, Drew, Bruce the Moose (drop out), and Chantay.

Possible Graduates to appear: Alex, Jane, Ellie, Manny, or Mia.

I walk out of school with Alli, a little smug about my revenge on Jenna. It will sure teach her not to start rumors about me. I wondered if I actually could get KC back, Alli suggested that I should do exactly that but I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to. He felt like he was apart of my old life. Lately I had been having similar thoughts about Alli. I wasn't quick to say so but I felt as if I had outgrown her. Her childish cries for attention, and deep down I knew she'd drop me the second she found out it would increase her popularity. I silently resented her and was annoyed by everything she did and said.

We were arguing about whether or not I should "go back to the old me" by wearing my glasses again. I was thoroughly disappointed that no one seemed to notice or care how completely I had changed. I didn't really want to go back to being the nerdy freshman I was a year ago but it took the focus off Alli's complaining about how no boys had asked her out yet this year. We were wrestling with my glasses in hand and they flew into the street to be crushed by the front tire of a black hearse.

My heart started racing the second a boy in all black stepped out of the car that was blaring angry rock music and handed me my mangled glasses. "I think they're dead." Commented the deep sound of his voice.

I was trying to not melt into a puddle while I stammered about how I didn't need them anymore because of my surgery and his dark green eyes flew to my baby blues. "You have pretty eyes." He said bluntly.

I was at a loss for words and came up with a lame "So, I'll see you around?"

With a smirk, he replied "Guess you will." as he strolled back to his oddly fitting car.

The next day I sit in my English class happy that it was Friday and that I could spend my weekend catching up on my fan fiction. But despite my excitement for the weekend I was still lost in thought, my mind stuck on this boy whose name I didn't even know. Ms. Dawes begins assigning our partners that we will be working with for the next year while I begin doodling a face in my notebook. A face with piercing eyes, a smirk, and dark hair covering half of it.

"Clare Edwards" Ms. Dawes says and pauses, "and Julia Milani." I look across the room to see a girl in black skinnies, black converse, and a tight black corset top that gave no mystery to how much cleavage she had, with a bright red sucker in her mouth that almost fell out when she gets a huge mocking grin when she realizes who she's been paired with.

"Now, you all have noticed that I haven't paired you with your usual friends and that is because I don't want everyone wasting the year talking and gossiping while you could all be writing wonderful pieces of work. You will also see that your desks have been set up in groups of two. Please go sit next to your partner."

The girl sashays across the room making a show of her small but pronounced curves. She sits in the desk next to mine with the same grin still on her face. "Looks like its you and me, baby face." She cackles and I feel as if I have been left out of some kind of inside joke. "So what grade are you in anyway? I haven't seen you around before." She asks when I don't respond.

"Tenth." I state proudly.

"So you're in the smart English class for your grade. Big whoop." She rolls her eyes rudely. I want to tell her that I have worked very hard to get here, that I am proud of myself, and that she is probably not even going to pass this class when I'm going to ace it. But something stops me, and I realize that for some reason, I want this girl to like me.

"It's no big deal." I lie. "I just wanted to get my parents off my back about 'excelling in school.'" I go on. "I just wish I was with my friends." I frown at the last statement, knowing that it was true.

She fakes hurt. "But I thought that we were going to become friends." Then she lets out her sexy cackle again.

The bell rings, and I leave the room, thoroughly confused as to what just happened. I walk out of my classroom and Alli is suddenly next to me complaining about some Drew or Dave or some other boy. I didn't really pay attention, with the boy in all black still on my mind, now welcomed by this strange girl I'd been partnered with.

At lunch, I'm sitting alone waiting for Alli, knowing she probably won't show up because of her recent reconciliation with Jenna of all people. I sit at a picnic table under a tree near campus and begin eating my sandwich and reading my newest vampire fantasy book. I almost choke on my tuna as someone plops down across from me.

"So Baby Face, I'm guessing you haven't got any cigarettes I could bum." Julia asks tauntingly.

"No." I look down feeling guilty for some stupid reason. Why should I feel guilty about not having cigarettes to give to her? What was wrong with me today?

"I figured it wouldn't hurt to ask." She shrugged. "See you around." She smiled teasingly. She begins to get up and as if on second thought, turns around and asks. "Are you busy?"

I shrug, my mouth full of another bite of my sandwich.

"Good, come with me." She demands and waits impatiently for me to grab my stuff.

Once my things are packed, I follow her around to the back of the school and she begins walking to the woods.

"Won't we get in trouble?" I ask, not wanting to receive detention or any kind of suspension for leaving school grounds.

"'Won't we get in trouble?'" She mocks and then unleashes her cackle. "Simpson never goes back here and with it being lunch, no one will ever notice that we're gone."

"Okay." I reply unsteadily, still unsure about breaking the rules. Little did I know, everything was about to change.