DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HEROES AND/OR ANY MUSIC/LYRICS MENTIONED IN HERE. I only own the characters. That's it.

Cast

Emma Lahana as "Jasmine Reider"

Chris Evans as "Alexander McCollet"

John Vesely as "Wayne Goldsmith"

CHAPTER 1

Jasmine

My head rolled back and forth on my pillow, a groan coming from my mouth. My eyes opened and closed rapidly, taking in my surroundings. Sunlight streamed through the window, enveloping the room in a blanket of warmth. Too bad I hated sunlight for the most part. I swore a colorful streak at my older brother for opening my blinds to annoy me, "Jerk."

I went through my daily morning routine, lazily dragging myself to high school. Alex was waiting at the entrance, searching for me, "Hey, Jazz. Wow, you look like hell." I ignored his comment as one of his cheap insults. Alexander McCollet was full of it, jokes and all. It was normal.

My first class of the semester was Spanish. Which made me wonder why I took it at all. My head suddenly exploded with anger and hatred. I lowered my head onto my desk and gritted my teeth, whispering, "What the hell?" I glanced up at the sound of approaching footsteps, my head still throbbing. A new student was perched by the door frame, his arms crossed. Blond highlights were driven into his spiky, brown hair. He wore dark sunglasses, hiding whatever searching eyes he had. I could almost imagine his eyes flickering over the room. As I took in the rest of his attire, I realized what "type" he was. Arrogant, controlling, and he gets what he wants – whenever he wants it. Arrogant, controlling jerk for short. He expected everyone to bow down to him and do all his dirty work. Wow, I summed all that up in half a minute. New record.

His gaze flickered around the area I was sitting and I nearly panicked. *Stay calm, Jasmine. You're a loner. Cast-out. Exile. He won't notice you. The rich kid of the crowd. He won't notice Jasmine Reider whose dad owns 4 Ferrais.* I thought to myself. Who am I kidding? He'll definitely see me. Then bam, it's over. I have no business with trouble-making, control freaks. I sunk down into my seat and let out a sigh of relief as his gaze passed right over me onto head cheerleader, Lauren. Good. He proceeded to walk over to Lauren, sitting down beside her in the empty seat nobody would take for fear of hearing her babble all class period long.

"Hey, there." The new guy said, holding out his hand for a handshake. *Really original.* I thought, rolling my eyes. He turned towards me and glared. I blinked in surprise. I hadn't said that out loud, had I?

Wayne

I glared at the blond girl sitting a desk behind me. How dare she? The weird thing was she looked shocked in response to my glare. After all, she had said that out loud. Rude. I looked her up and down. She was wearing a gray zipped-up jacket, brown shirt peeking out from underneath, and dark blue jeans. I tried to predict what was under that jacket. Was she one of the anorexic people? Or just overweight, which would be rare in this high school packed with 5 gymnasiums? I shoved the thought aside and tried my hardest to not concentrate on the teacher who lecturing on how our grades would determine what college we get into. I sighed and settled on keeping one eye closed and one eye open to somewhat look like I was paying attention. *Wow, look he's not even paying half attention. Typical.* I swirled around at the blond girl behind me. I scoffed at her rudeness of insulting me out loud, turning back to the front of the room.

Jasmine

What the hell is that guy's problem? He keeps turning around and glaring like I'm making fun of him. Which I am. But not out loud, right? Unless I can't hear my own voice, then no. It's really freaky. He turns back to the front of the room and I continue rolling my eyes. Just then, the bell rings. I bolt out of my seat and rush towards the door. Alex was somehow waiting in the hallway for me, "Hey, Jazz. Whoa, slow down. What's wrong?" I stopped to catch my breath, glancing behind my shoulder. The new guy was trudging down the hall, doing his "smooth talk" to Lauren. *Arrogant jerk.* I thought. He suddenly whirled around and glared at me with dark, black eyes. My heart stopped beating for a second then restarted at a slower pace. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding. "Hello? Earth to Jasmine." Alex waved his hand in front of my face, snapping me out of my trance. "What?" I proceeded to go my second class which was Gym. Damn it. "What's wrong with you, Jazz?" "Nothing. Why are you following me, Alex?" "I'm in your Gym class…" I mentally kicked myself for being so stupid and continued to the section of the school taken up by the 5 huge gyms.

Alex

I strode alongside Jasmine, struggling to keep up, "Damn, Jazz. You've gotten faster." She ignored my joke and increased her pace. I sighed and dropped back, deciding to skip gym class anyway.

A few hours later, Jasmine approached me in the cafeteria during lunch hour. Her eyes flickered around the room and spotted someone. She nudged me with her elbow and gazed at the cafeteria entrance, "Who's that?" I looked at where she was directing and saw the new guy, Wayne. I chuckled, "That's Wayne Goldsmith. Not very nice." Jasmine looked on in disgust as Wayne walked over to us, "Hello, Alex and….I never really caught your name…" "It's Jasmine." she said, coldly.

Wayne

I glared at Jasmine and tried to control my anger. Cool it. I stiffened and remembered something I had heard from Alex a few hours ago. You can't control everyone. I sighed and returned Jasmine's cold introduction except in a silky tone, "Wayne Goldsmith." She seemed to shiver at something I said and walked away without a backwards glance. Before she got out of earshot, I heard her voice, *He's just like steel.* I turned to Alex, "What's wrong with her?" "I don't think she likes your….type very much." I frowned, "Seriously? Wait, before, she….mentioned that I was 'just like steel'. What, does she think I'm cold?" Alex shook his head, "Steel. Her ex-boyfriend. Dumped her a month ago for some other blonde girl. Half a month later, they zip away to Florida for no reason. Steel's the….jerk type. He hurt her real bad." I blinked and put on my best sympathetic face. *Nice time to swoop in. The vulnerable phase.* I thought to myself.