A/N: Yeah, I should probably stop writing so many damn different stories, but I couldn't help myself. This also, helped me get used to writing in third person again. I did enjoy writing this, and look out for further plot developments! Enjoy, and please read and review!

Bright red hair fluttered in the wind, grey eyes, searching for a place to sit, quietly. Keeley yanked her band-tee down, and hoisted her skinny jeans up. Checkered slip-ons scuffed the floor. She searched around, looking for one quiet spot, to read and listen to music. She didn't care where, just as long as it was quiet. Away, from all the noises of those other teenagers. She found one, and slouched over to it. She sat down on the cold ground, and pulled her book out of her bag, stuffing her ipod's headphones into her ears. The beat was easy and simple, and calming.

"I tell you Mattie! They totally got it wrong!" A very loud voice perks up, coming from a tall blonde. He was bounding enthusiastically down the path, gesturing largely with his hands. A brown bomber jacket, white shirt and jeans fit nicely to him, stretching as he over exaggerates.

"B-but, they had a point!" The smaller, and shyer blonde exclaims. A red hoodie, with a white maple leaf on it, jeans and running shoes, seemed all too big for him, as he kept hoisting his pants up. Without watching, the taller blonde tripped right over Keeley's outstretched leg. He fell, and face planted onto the ground. He picked himself up, and looked at the wide eyed girl, with her hand on her mouth.

"I'm so sorry!" Keeley gasped, reaching to help him up. He grabbed her hand, and let himself be picked up.

"No worries! The hero never holds grudges dude!" He smiles broadly, and dusts himself off. He places his hands on his hips, and cocks his head to the side.

"What were you doing anyways?"

"I was reading. That's, why I didn't see you."

"No problemo. I'm fine."

"Ring, ring!" The bell shrieked loudly.

"Oh, I gotta go." Keeley said, quickly grabbing her stuff, and running towards her class.

"Now, how come I have never seen her before?" The tall blonde mused, folding his arms, and watching her run away, a smile creeping onto his face.

Keeley made it to her class just in time. She huffed and puffed, as she walked towards her seat at the back.

"Sorry!" She called as she crept back.

"It's fine. As long, as this doesn't become a habit." The teacher sighed. He knew, Keeley was a good student, no matter what way she dressed or acted. So, she wasn't late on purpose, never was. Keeley sat down, and sighed. What a way to start the day huh? She thought to herself. I tripped somebody, and not just anybody, Alfred Jones. The schools best jock. She sighed, man, what if she'd injured him? The jocks and cheerleaders already hated her enough as it is, they didn't need another reason. She listened intently throughout the lesson, as the teacher droned on. The bell rung again, and Keeley sighed. PE. Her worst subject. The, only one (aside from maths), that she was failing. Well, she can't help that she's not very sporty. She trudged there, making time go slowly. She reaches the change rooms, and gets into the PE uniform. It's ugly really, very unattractive. She walks slowly to the gym, and sighs, opening the door. She slouches off into a corner in the room, not wanting to draw attention to herself. This is one of the lessons she hated most. Not, just because it was PE, but because all of the jocks and cheerleaders, just happened to be in this class. And well, they succeeded to make Keeley's life hell in PE. They threw balls at her, tripped her up, and pushed her down, everything.

"Um... Excuse me?" Keeley hears a quiet voice ask her, and she looks down, amazed to Matthew Williams, Alfred's step-brother.

"Um, yeah?" She asks, giving him a small smile. This boy, is kinda like her. He's invisible most of the time, but only gets included to be either pummelled by the other kids, or talked at by his brother.

"You, are the girl from this morning?"

"Yeah, what about it?"

"I want to apologise for my brother. It was actually his fault, he just doesn't look."

"Na, it's fine." Keeley chuckled, and waved her hand, dismissing the apology. "I just have really long legs, not many people see them until it's too late, and they trip. That, is one of the reasons they hate me." She juts her thumb at the cheerleaders, who were all glaring at Keeley.

"They hate you?"

"Yeah. Because, one of those stupid girls, wasn't paying attention, too busy doing flips and such, and tripped over my leg. She started verbally attacking me, and well, I got mad. They've hated me ever since then." Keeley shrugs.

"That's not very nice." Matthew didn't like how that sounded. Were, all of those gorgeous people really so mean? They weren't ever mean the Matthew, probably because he was Alfred's step-brother, but he didn't like the idea of them being mean, to this very interesting girl.

"Yeah, but don't bother. I can put up with it. I'm practically invisible anyways."

"I am too. I'm just shunned by-"

"Mattie! What are you doing over there?" A pale boy called, he's almost an albino really. Red eyes, pierced sharply into Keeley's grey ones. Keeley put her head up high, she really hated Gilbert. He actually, came up with the joke of pretending she actually was invisible. Whenever, she was asked a question in class, he would always exclaim loudly, 'But sir/mam! There's no one there!' It really, got on her nerves. Man, she knew was invisible, but he didn't have to put it like that. Gilbert walked over, practically strutting. He glared at Keeley, and he grabbed Matthew's arm. He yanked Matthew to him. He neither liked Keeley, she was strange and loud. She didn't fit in, and didn't conform to his awesomeness. She was weird; she stood out, and liked it. He didn't though; he thought everybody should be like him and his crew. But, strangely he found her weirdly fascinating, and attractive.

"Keeley, are you brainwashing Mattie?" He growled at her.

"What? No! I wouldn't have a chance anyway. Because, you've already done that." She snapped, glaring right at him.

"Oh, sorry invisible woman, or should I say girl?" He smirked at her, amused by his own stupid joke.

"Clever idiot. I can't believe that you just made that up! You're so smart!" Keeley said, sarcastically.

"Why thanks- Hey! Back off!" Gilbert stared at her, narrowing his eyes.

"Back off? You started it."

"I didn't start nuthing bitch." He snarled at her. How dare she speak like that to the awesome Gilbert?

"Oh, get pissed." She snapped, turning her head away.

"Gil! Lets just go, ok?" Matthew pulled on Gilbert's arm, trying to get him to leave the nice girl alone. He didn't like this side of him. This, mean and cruel side. It wasn't nice, especially when Keeley didn't deserve it.

"No Mattie. Let me at her!" Gilbert snarled, trying to pull out of Matthew's death grip.

"Hey dudes! Wat'cha doing?" Alfred ran over, beaming.

"Gil won't leave Keeley alone! Help me!" Matthew squealed, trying to pull his friend away. Alfred jogged over, and grabbed Gilbert's collar, and dragged him off.

"See ya Keeley!" He called over his shoulder, still smiling. Keeley shook her head, and her hand shot up. She made a fist.

"I'll get you back one day Gilbert!" She called, laughing.

The rest of the day went slowly, and then it was final period. English, one of Keeley's favourite classes. She loved it, the words, the expressions, everything! She went to her seat, which was sadly positioned right next to Gilbert, thanks to the teacher's seating plan.

"Ugh." She moaned, seeing all of Gilbert's things on her desk. Great, he was still playing the invisibility card. "Could you move your things Gilbert?" She asked, sighing when he ignore her.

"Gilbert, move your stuff!" She snapped, getting in his face, and waving her hand. But, he still ignored her.

"Gilbert! Move your things now!" The teacher bellowed.

"But miss! No one sits there!" He replied indignantly.

"Someone does! This invisibility joke is getting old Gilbert. Now move it!"

"No!"

"Move your stuff you bloody wanker." Arthur, who sat behind him, kicked his chair.

"Fine, fine." Gilbert grumbled. Geez, touchy much? Keeley sighed with relief, as Gilbert moved his stuff, and she sat down.

"Miss! There's paper floating!" Gilbert yelled, pointing to the notebook Keeley was holding. The class groaned, obviously annoyed with the now repetitive joke.

"Gilbert! There is a person there, and be quiet! That joke is old." The teacher snapped, turning back to the board. Keeley sat down, smiling. Cool, even the kids are getting tired of the joke.

"Are you ok Keeley?" Keeley turned around, to see Arthur leaning across his desk, an eyebrow raised at the redhead girl. Keeley sighed.

"Yeah, I'm used to it."

"Well, just so you know, all of us are beginning to hate that joke. It's stupid and annoying; don't know why it was funny in the first place even."

"Yeah, neither do I, but thanks Arthur." The lesson continued on, with no further hitches. Gilbert, glared at Keeley the entire lesson, earning him a detention, for disrupting a student. Keeley liked her new sense of redemption. Not, having everyone laugh at her.

"Ring, ring!" The bell shrieked loudly again, and the students clattered out of the room. The teacher called Gilbert over, and chastised him, for being a bully. He made his way back to his desk, to complete his detention work. Keeley stared at him, perplexed as always, as to why he treated her like that. If, she asked her mother, she would just say, 'The boy likes you, give him a chance'. But, she wouldn't believe that. No way, could Gilbert like her. Especially, when he treated her like an invisible person. Keeley turned on her heel, and walked away. It was getting weird, she was no longer hurt by Gilbert, and maybe she's just become immune to him. Grown, thick skin, and could now hold her head up high, without just putting up the pretence of being strong. She walked out of the school, putting her hands into her pockets. The bitterly cold wind, thrashed at her face. She put her bag down, and pulled her hoodie out, and yanked it on, pulling up the hood. She picked up her bag, and continued on.

Upon arriving home, she saw something strange. Alfred, was standing out the front of her house, talking hurriedly to her dad. He was frowning, and shaking his head, obviously denying entrance to Alfred.

"What's going on?" Keeley called, walking up to them, adjusting her bag.

"Ah, Keeley. This young man, said he's here to see you." Keeley's father creased his forehead, staring at the blonde boy. He didn't like the look of this guy. The only other boy to visit, was that Arthur boy, who just came over for projects, or to help Keeley with her homework. And, he didn't trust this one. He didn't look like Keeley's usual type. He was primped, clean and jock like. Not punk, rock or anything remotely like that. Not even goth.

"Ah, yeah! We're doing a project together." Keeley said, quickly grabbing Alfred's hand, and dragging him inside, before her father had a chance to protest. Her father shook his head and sighed, closing the door. Up, in Keeley's room, Alfred was extremely confused.

"What project?"

"It was the only way I could get you in. Otherwise, my father would have backhanded you straight out the door."

"He's really protective isn't he?" Alfred said, looking around the room. Clothes were thrown haphazardly around; posters of numerous bands were stuck on the walls with sticky tape, some beginning to peel off. A brown desk was cluttered, with music sheets, books, pencils and food. A guitar lay in the corner of the room, caked in dust. A bunk bed was to the left of the room, the bottom bed covered in clothes, the tops blanket hadn't been made, and it was still rumpled. Obviously, just being left like that as soon as Keeley got up.

"Yeah, he is. Don't mind him though." Keeley muttered, throwing her bag on the floor, not bothering to worry about where it landed, and sadly, it landed right an old pizza slice. She quickly picked it up, exclaiming many 'ew's and wiped it off with a tissue.

"Yuck." She set it back down, on a safer piece of floor. "That, was nasty."

"Ya know, even my room isn't this messy." Alfred sighed, shoving his hands into his pockets, still scanning the room.

"Well, I like it."

"Can, you actually find anything in here?"

"Most of the time, no, but sometimes, yes." Keeley said, crouching down, and grabbing a new shirt. "Turn around would ya?" Alfred turned around, a blush creeping onto his face. Geez, she had no modesty did she. Really, Alfred could just molest her right here and now, but he wouldn't. It's not what a hero did.

"Finished." Alfred turned back around, to see she'd pulled on a black lacy dress over her skinny jeans. She smirked at Alfred's face, and placed a hand on her hip.

"So, what are you here for?" She asked.

"Ah, right. I'm here to ask you something." Keeley smiled and turned around, shuffling some of the music sheets, and placing them neatly on the desk.

"What is it?" She asked, moving onto placing the pencils neatly next.

"What's your relationship with Arthur?" Alfred said, leaning on the wall. Keeley snapped her head around.

"My relationship with that idiot?"

"Idiot?"

"Yes, I'm just a frenemy. We fight, we have fun, he sometimes sticks up for me, same here, and other times we just laugh at each other. Simple." Keeley whined, not knowing what Alfred was asking this for.

"Is that really all?" Alfred asked, walking over to the bottom of the bunk bed, making some room, and sitting down, on a clean piece of bed.

"Yeah, nothing more, nothing less, why?" Keeley raised an eyebrow, leaning back on the desk.

"Nothing, I was just curious."

"Alfred, there's something more, isn't there?"

"Yeah, what would you say to going out with me?"

"What?"

A/N: So, cliff hanger! I had to think what that was, couldn't remember, don't forget to review!