Authors Note: Hello my fellow readers! This is my second story. I hope you all like it!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own Mcfly. :(

"Jen!"

I turned around to see my best friend, Allison, squeezing her way through the crowded hallway to get to me. She was grinning from ear to ear, and her blue eyes were sparkling, she deffinately had some good news. She came up to me and gave me a huge hug.

"You're looking very cute today," she said.

"Why thank you," I said giving a little twirl. "Anyway , what were you going to tell me?" I asked as we made our way to class.

"What?"

"The way you were smiling told me that you had something really important to tell me," I said.

"Oh that," she said smiling again. "Kyle asked me out."

I hit her on the shoulder, "Ally!"

"Oww, what?"

"Why didn't you tell me before?" I asked.

"He only just asked me."

"I'm so happy for you!" I exclaimed hugging her.

We walked into world history and sat in our seats, Ally's was right next to mine. The bell rang and Mr. Jameson

walked in.

"Okay class, open your books to page 285 and take notes on sections one, two, and three. Make sure they're really good, because you will be able to use them on the quiz on Friday."

After hearing the last part of his instructions the class set to work at once. About fifteen minutes had passed, it was dead silent, which is surprising because eleventh graders are usually crazy, I guess everyone really wanted to pass this quiz. While writing my notes, Ally nudged me in the side, I looked over at her from my book, and she pointed over to the front of the class.

A guy was standing by the teachers desk with an administrator who was talking to Mr. Jameson in hushed voices. He was just standing there awkwardly, looking down at the ground. He was wearing a green Billabong shirt, khaki cargo shorts, and a Quiksilver beanie was pulled low over his forehead with bits of blonde hair poking out here and there. From what I could see of him, he seemed pretty cute. Having realized that three minutes were wasted because of getting distracted by the appearance of him, I went back to taking my notes. I hadn't even written a complete sentence when Mr. Jameson called out,

"Jen, could you please come up here?"

I walked over to the desk and smiled at the administrator, who smiled back.

"Mrs. Adams, this is Jennifer Bradley, one of my best students, I'm sure that she'll be able to help you out," he said.

"Jennifer, would you mind stepping outside without with us for a couple of minutes?" she asked.

"No problem."

As I followed them out I looked over at Ally, who was looking at me confusedly, I shrugged and walked out of the room.

"Jennifer this is Douglas Poynter," said Mrs. Adams, pointing to him, he winced. "Who prefers to be called Dougie."

I smiled at him but only got a grimace in return.

"Dougie just moved here from London," she continued. "And he will be needing someone's help during his first week. Mr. Jameson recommended you."

"Really?" I asked.

She nodded. "Is it okay with you?"

"Sure."

"Good," she said clapping her hands together. "Here's his schedule, you can just show him where his classes are."

I looked at his schedule. "He has all my classes except for sixth period."

"That's even better," she said beaming. "You two can go back to class now, oh and Dougie can you please take off your hat? Those aren't exactly allowed here."

He reluctantly slid the beanie off, revealing gorgeous blue-green eyes.

' Oh wow.'

We walked into the classroom after Mrs. Adams left, Mr. Jameson came up to me.

"Jen, could you please show Dougie what we're doing? Dougie you can take the seat behind her."

Most of the class was watching us as we made our way over to our desks. Ally looked at me then at him , with a

smirk on her face. I glared at her as I sat down and then turned around to face him. He had already taken out his

textbook.

"We're taking notes on sections one to three of chapter six which starts on page 285, and we'll be able to use them on the quiz we have on Friday -but you probably won't have to take it since you're new and everything."

He nodded and gave me a small smile which I returned, and then I went back to my unfinished notes.

Suddenly I felt someone tap me on my shoulder.

"Do you have a sheet of paper I can use?" whispered Dougie.

I was caught so completely off guard by the really cute accent, that he actually waved his hand in front of my face.

"Oh -sorry what?"

"Do you have a sheet of paper I can use?"

"Yeah, hold on," I said. I quickly got two sheets out of my binder and handed them to him.

"Thanks," he whispered.

"Mhmm."

I turned back to my work but not even thirty seconds had passed when he tapped me on my back again. I turned

around.

"Do you have a pen or pencil I can use?" he asked his cheeks a hint of pink.

I fished a pen out of my purse and handed it to him.

"Thanks," he said again.

"No problem."

I turned around and this time I worked all the way up to the bell without being interrupted. When the bell finally rang, I packed up and turned around to see what Dougie was up to. His paper was blank except for his name scribbled on the top right corner of the page.

"You didn't do anything," I said.

He shrugged.

"Jen," said Ally. "You coming?"

"Sorry I can't, I have to show Dougie around. But I'll talk to you later," I said apologetically.

"Okay," she said hugging me then left to go to her next class.

Dougie packed up his stuff and we walked towards second period.

"Before we get to class, I have to warn you, Mrs. White is a batty old lady. She does not favor tardies and trust me you do not want to get on her bad side. Oh, and I'd pull up your pants if I were you."

He gave me a puzzled look.

"She hates guys that sag their pants, and I know you don't want to get detention on your first day, do you?" I said.

He quickly shook his head and hastily pulled his pants up, and then we entered the classroom. I went and sat in my seat while a nervous Dougie walked up to Mrs. White. She spent the first fifteen minutes of class with him at her desk , lecturing him about the rituals and routines, and gave him a stack of papers including about twenty different agreements to follow her rules and surveys about the persons academic history. Our whole class had gotten that on the first day of school. He sat down in the seat she assigned him looking dumbstruck. I tried to smile but Mrs. White had already started class.

Throughout the class I noticed that Dougie wasn't paying attention at all, he sat low in his seat, doing something under his desk that I couldn't see. I was surprised that Mrs. White didn't notice.

The bell rang for lunch and Dougie waited at the door for me.

"What did you do all period?" I asked him when we had started walking.

He shrugged. "Nothing."

"Why didn't you fill out the paperwork Mrs. White gave you?"

" I'll just do it tonight, okay?" he said sounding annoyed.

"Okay. Jeez." I said but whispering the last part.

We got in the lunch line in the cafeteria. I got chips and a Mountain Dew. Dougie got pizza, fries, chips, and a Pepsi.

"Are you going to be able to eat all that?" I asked as we sat down at a table.

"Yep."

We ate in silence for awhile and then he says, "Thanks."

"For what?" I asked.

"For doing this, you know, helping me and everything. I know that right now you'd rather be hanging out with your friends right now."

"So are you saying that you're not my friend?" I asked.

"I - what?"

"You just said that I would rather be hanging out with my other friends, which means you're not my friend," I said smirking.

"Well we've known each other for about three hours," he said.

"I think that's long enough to call someone a friend."

He smiled.

"How do you like it here in California?" I asked.

"It's okay, I guess, it's a lot different from London."

"When did you move here?"

"About three weeks ago."

"Oh."

"You've lived here your whole life?" he asked.

"Pretty much."

We lapsed into another silence and ate.

"What made you decide to move here?" I asked.

Dougie's expression changed, and he didn't look so relaxed anymore. "Oh, um, because we, uh...we were ready for a change."

I nodded.

We finished our lunch and went out into the courtyard.

"Your schedule said you're in band. What instrument do you play?" I asked, eager to know more about him.

"Guitar and bass," he said.

"That's cool, are you good?"

"You would have to be the judge of that," he said.

" I've never heard you play though."

"Maybe we should get together someday and I'll play for you."

"Someday," I said.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. Third through fifth period, Dougie and I were together. But when sixth period came I had to show him where the band room was and then head to art.

"So after this class you know where to go right?" I asked him.

"Yeah, to the student parking lot right?" he asked.

"If you have a car or are carpooling with someone." I said.

He nodded.

"Here's my number, you know just in case you need it," I said taking a small piece of paper out and writing my number on it. " I have to go now, the bell's going to ring. I'll see you tomorrow."

"Bye Jen," he said smiling.