A/N from Claw: So, I was thinking once, and somehow I randomly started to think "Hey, I wonder how Mark and Roger met?" And so I thought of the basic plot line for this, however me being me, I needed help from my oh-so-wonderful sister. Call her Blondie. With our brains combined we created this. DUHDUNDUN! Most of the boring or information parts are mine , and the funny parts are both Blondie's and mine. Oh and thank Blondie for the correct grammar. I SWEAR SHE WILL EAT YOU IF YOU GET ONE THING WRONG. Well, anyways, Enjoy.

Mark's POV

I sighed as I walked up the schools steps. It was already October, however every day still felt like the first day of school. Bullies, embarrassing moments, extreme boredom, and fake friends. God, I cant wait until school is out.

I opened my locker and pulled out my history books. I wasn't bad at history, actually in fact I was great at it, it was just so boring. Man, I cant wait until last period I thought to myself as I walked into the class and made my way to my seat. Last period was film and movie study. My favorite of all classes. Filming was a past time of mine ever since I got a video camera in 5th grade.

Yes that's me. Mark Anthony Cohen, The film-loving geek. (with no friends I might add) I am the kind of boy who the complete definition of geek or nerd. Hell, I bet if you were to look up "lame kid" in a dictionary, there would be a little picture of me next to the definition. I am the sort of boy who parents wanted their daughter to date. I am the boy who doesn't drink or take drugs. I probably wouldn't get a girlfriend until college. (or later)

I was the antonym of cool.

I took out all my books and laid them on my table. Mr. Kirkwood started to blab about the homework last night. I tried to listen, but it wasn't like I didn't already know what he was talking about. Instead I stared at my crush, Megan Crawford.

Megan had medium length hazelnut hair with blond streaks and brown eyes. I know she would never ever go out with me, but hey, a boy can dream, right. "Mark Cohen would you like to answer the question?" Mr. Kirkwood asked.

No I thought. "Uhhhh……." was my chosen response. He stared and said "Maybe you could try listening."

"Um…sure." I said

About 40 painful minutes later I was free! Well, no I wasn't I still had the whole rest of the day ahead of me. Crap.

Lunch period

I sat next to my "friends", who were really just other people with no friends. None of us really liked each other that much, however we still sat together. I began to eat my sandwich when some boy walked up to me. I couldn't tell who the boy was because I hadn't actually looked up yet. I could only see his shadow and I knew for a fact that it wasn't a girl because sane girls do not walk up to Mark.

"You." the boy said as he sat down on the opposite side of me "You got anything I can eat?" I looked up. The boy was Roger Davis. My total opposite. He was every thing that I was not (except for the fact that we were both straight male humans). He is one of those super popular rocker guys. He is the sort of boy who drank and possibly took drugs. He is the sort of boy who would be able to fuck a chick before he knew her name. When parents found out their daughter was dating him they would change the locks. He probably had sex with more girls in two years then I will ever have in my whole life.

"Well?" he said. I stared at my food and then to him.

"Ummm….. I don't know." I stated, trying not to look like an idiot.

Now he looked pissed. "Wanna see something funny?" he asked as his green eyes lit up with an evil look in them. I said nothing. He picked up my pudding and dumped it on my head. I heard laughter from all over the lunch room.

Roger got up and walked over to Megan and proceeded to kiss her neck. She giggled.

GOD, I HATE FUCKING 10TH GRADE!

A/N: Sorry it's so sort, but please review. Its our first fanfic (that we put on the site.)