Title: Formula For Trouble

Writer: Aurorstar18

Summary: High School + New Girl Formula for excitement

Disclaimer: Rent is owned by Johnathan Larson

Authors Notes: Well, my second Rent fic... I know I haven't updated my other story if a while, I ran into a wall on that one so I'm on a hiatus from that one for a while until I can get some more ideas... so I started with this one... the meeting and gathering of all the bohemians. I'm hoping this won't be like all of the other Rent high school fics, I'm going to try and make it darker maybe. If you like it, review with suggestions, I want this to be kind of where the readers have imput... and if you don't like it, review also... tell me what you don't like about it. Oh, and one more thing, Yes, I decided to call Angel 'Angelo'. I know it's a cliché, but bear with it for a while, it won't be too long until Angelo changes to Angel. All spanish translations are thanks to http://translation2. This is an awesome translation site... all of the english translations are in italics next to the spanish. Well, all that said, Enjoy, and don't forget to review!!

Mimi walked along the corriddors of the high school, trying to ignore the twisting of her stomach that always came with beginning at a new school. She knew this feeling well, having moved schools no less that four times. Her mother hadn't managed to hold a stable job for years, going from job to job, each one as hopeless as the next.

She stopped at a door, and consulting a crumpled piece of paper for confirmation, knocked on it. There was a noise inside and Mimi shifted uncomfotably. She felt as if she were in trouble, but she wasn't. She hadn't been at the school long enough to be in trouble. She tapped her foot and knocked again.

"Come in!" A voice inside said. She turned the doorhandle, taking a deep breath. She pushed open the door and walked inside, gently shutting it behind her.

"I'm Mimi Marquez... I was sent to see the principal." she said, looking at her feet.

"As was I..." Mimi looked up and surveyed the hispanic boy who say in the principals chair with his feet on the desk. He looked about the same age as Mimi. He swung his feet down and looked her up and down, "You're in trouble?"

"No, I'm new."

"Each as bad as each other..."

"Amen to that." She said.

"Angelo Dumott Schunard. Nice to meet you." He stood up and shook her hand before replacing himself in his original position just as a tall, stern looking woman walked into the room.

"Now, angelo..." She began before looking up from her clipboard, "Oh... hello."

"Miss Smith, this is Mimi."

"Yes, Angelo, I know who she is..." She turned to Mimi, "Who are you dear?"

"I'm new, my paper said to come and see you before school."

"Right... Well, this is your timetable, and this is your combination... Well... off you go."

Mimi looked back over her shoulder at Angelo, who winked at her. She smiled and walked out. As she walked further down the hallway she looked at her timetable. Her first class was history. She put her things in her locker and was just collecting her books to go to class when someone tapped her on the shoulder. She spun around and looked at Angelo.

"Hey." He said, smiling widely.

"Hey... what're you doing?" Mimi said, slamming her locker shut.

"Nothing much... skipping class... what have you got?"

"History... in room 203."

"Hey me too. You don't have to go..."

"But..."

"Come on..."

"I think, since its my first class at this school ever, that I'd better go."

"Well alright then..." he said resentfully, "But can we go to my locker to get my books?"

"I guess so..."

They walked down the hall a little before Angelo stopped. He entered his combination and the locker swung open. It was meticulously organised, with subjects organised alphabetically. They were all in perfect condition.

"Wow, neat..."

"Well, I guess..." He said.

"What were you in trouble for before?"

"'Mouthing off' in class." He said, making quotations with his fingers and pulling a pained face.

She laughed, "To who?"

"Mr. Connoley... he's about seven hundred years old... he told me to go and stand in the corner in home room, so I told him no and he sent me to the principal."

Angelo collected his books and they walked long the halls.

"Where exactly is room 203?"

"On the third floor, the only staircases are on opposite ends of the school... it takes about ten minutes to get to room 203 from here."

They walked further and up one flight of stairs.

"So... you're hispanic huh?" Angelo said, grinning.

"Yeah, I'm Spanish."

"Oh me too... Do you speak spanish?"

Mimi nodded and sighed, "My mother doesn't speak much english, so we speak spanish at home."

"Its the same with my father... We moved here only three years ago."

They climbed another flight of stairs.

"Hay un hombre en su vida?" Is there a man in your life? He said, glancing sideways at her.

"Muchos hombres..." Plenty of men. She replied.

"Muchos hombres...?" Angelo arched an eyebrow.

"Mi padre, Mi hermano, tíos, primos..." My Father, My brother, Uncles, Cousins...

"Mimi! You know what I mean!"

"No, no tengo a un novio..." No, I don't have a boyfriend

"Oh... thats too bad."

They arrived at the door to the classroom. Yelling could be heard inside and the sillhouette of an angry man could be seen clearly through the frosted glass.

"I'd say that he'd be yelling at either Roger Davis... or Maureen Johnson."

"Bets on?"

"Sure... five dollars says its either one."

Angelo opened the door and everyone in the class looked around at them. Mimi blushed and opened her mouth to explain but he jumped in, "Mimi here, she's new, I had to show her around."

"Right... well, take your seats." The teacher said, turning back to a pale skinned girl with curly dark red hair who was smirking slightly.

Mimi sat down at a free desk and Angel sat a few seats away. About ten minutes after they arrived, a note landed on Mimi's book. She glanced at Angelo, who was taking notes in his book, nd grinned. She unfolded the note. The writing was so neat and perfectly aligned:

"Chica, Usted me debe cinco dólares, que era Maureen Johnson. Encuéntrele fuera de la puerta después de la clase, que es aproximadamente cinco minutos de distancia. Amor, Angelo!"

Chica, You owe me five dollars, that was Maureen Johnson. Meet me outside the door five minutes after class. Love, Angelo

She glanced at him again and stuffed the note into her pencil case, grinning.

She lay her head down on her folded arms and sighed.

The bell rang and everyone packed up their things, making a mad dash for the door. Mimi did what Angelo had asked. She waited and about two minutes after the class ended, he appeared next to her.

"Hey Chica, come on... It's time for food."

Mimi looked at him and they walked through the now crowded halls, pushing through the masses of people, to finally reach their lockers. As soon as the crowd had cleared considerably, Angelo pulled mimi by the arm into the blinding sunlight.

They stopped and Angelo pulled himself up into the branches of a tree.

"Va usted a afiliarse a mí?" He said.

She climbed up next to him and he offered her a small bag of crisps. He had two.

"No thanks..."

He nodded, "Okay, more for me."

"Hey... do you wanna come over to my place tonight?" Mimi said suddenly, trying to sound casual and like she didn't cae if he said no, but she did. She desperately wanted him to say yes.

"Bien, Chulo" Okay, Cool.

Mimi smiled and inside she was laughing. It seemed she had made her first friend.

The rest of the day seemed to go too slowly. The other classes she had had were Art, Math, Literature and Chemistry. Finally the last bell went and Mimi pushed her way through as fast as she could to her locker, being pushed around the hallway by many, many people. She saw that she had the locker next to Maureen Johnson, the smirking girl from history. As she was getting her homework from her locker, she could sense the other girl looking at her. Mimi turned to look at her.

"Excuse me if I sound rude, but what are you looking at?" She said.

"You... you look familiar."

"Oh... do I?"

"Yeah... Hey... Do you take dance classes?"

Mimi nodded.

"Oh, well thats where I know you from... you do some jazz class yeah? Well I do the tap class after yours, you know, we always wait outside and your teacher tells us off and we make faces at the window..." The girl talked until another one of her friends dragged her off. Angelo appeared at mimis side.

"What the hell was that?" She said, shoving more books into her bag.

"Cyclone Maureen."