Okay, so this is one of the first stories that I've really put time in writing. Hah. I hope you guys enjoy it. :) Please give a review if you can, I love hearing what I can improve on to make it even better. ^__^ Enjoy! :D

Part I
Amanda's POV

"Oh my God! English SUCKS!!" Setsuna whined as her, Donne, and I walked to English IV. Yes, we are that damn good at English to even get it assigned to us EVEN as seniors. Well...in Donne's case...that's a miracle. Our teacher was Mr. Burch (or as I liked to put it if I'm having a bad day in the class, "Mr. Prison Burch". Hehe). He's an old fart of about 60 years old and he must hate kids because he NEVER gives us a break (he didn't even lighten up over Christmas last year, old dirt). I sighed. She couldn't be more right.

"Jayd, are you coming to my party?" Donne asked (Jayd is one of my MANY nicknames. It's my name in her book). I looked over and smiled.
"Of course, we're not going to Disneyland anymore so I'm free." she smiled. Donne...is a... (Hmm. Good word...) enigma. She's all over the place (and she kind of acts gay, she IS bi). But anyway, we walked into English IV expecting Hell but (for me) it's going to be the most life changing experience of MY LIFE!

Axel's POV

"God...why?" I sighed in frustration as I plopped down in the swivel chair. I didn't bother getting all dressy (what's the point when half of the kids in this school don't even shower). I grabbed the thermos that contained my nice warm coffee. Damn snow. I sighed heavily again. The door opened and a pair of chatty girls came in, they giggled. Sorry, I don't go for plastic bitches, especially when they are still in high school. Then slowly, more kids came in. The last ones to show were a girl with long black hair with a ponytail on the side. She had jeans, a pair of tennis shoes and an Evanescence T-shirt on (Oh, good. A normal person). A girl with dark brown hair with white streaks in, gothic type clothing (who in the hell dresses this girl?), and a short girl with shoulder length dark brown hair in AVERAGE CLOTHING (finally! Another who could give a damn about fashion). They got in random seats next to each other (why would I care if they sit together and raise hell. I can rise just as much with my buds). I put down my thermos just as the bell rang, I sighed. Well, guess I have to do my job. I got up and strolled to the front of the room.

"Alright, guys, apparently your teacher is home sick so just do whatever he told you guys to do yesterday." I said and walked back to the swivel chair. That wasn't as hard as I thought it would be.

Amanda's POV

Wow, this sub really doesn't give a shit. Cool! Thank God cause the last sub we had was a noise Nazi. Even if someone sneezed, she'd yell at them to shut up. We swore she was paid by Mr. Prison Burch. We started talking about Donne's party and what we were going to do for Christmas Break. But something kept nagging me to look around the room. And every time I looked around, the sub managed to get in my line of view. Ok, shut up! I thought he was cute. He had long spiked out extremely red hair and was tall and lean looking. He had on a purple Dartmouth sweatshirt (he was an "I-could-give-a-shit-what-you-do" sub but he must have a decent brain in that head) and loose dark blue jeans. He put his hands behind his head and leaned back in the chair, I could see his muscles flex. I blushed.

"Whoa, Jayd! Your face is as red as a tomato." Donne said. I turned back to them.

"What?"

"Oooh!" Setsuna called out (a couple people looked).

"What?!"

"I saw you staring. You think he's cute, huh? I don't blame you, he's pretty hot." Donne said. I blushed again and looked back over to the sub. He reached down for his thermos and drank the liquid inside. He glanced over to me and I looked away. Donne giggled, I looked up.

"He smirked at you." she whispered. I blushed deeper.

"Okay, guys! Let's just do the stupid work already. I wanna graduate y'know." I said. They laughed and got their stuff out. I wonder if Donne was right. Did he smirk at me or am I just getting jerked around?

Axel's POV

Man, am I a tease or what? Another girl with another liking towards me. She hasn't been the first (hey even 5th graders have giggled over me). I put down my thermos and relaxed again. Oh, boy. Here we go! A blonde haired girl came over by the desk. She was wearing a purple wool turtle neck sweater and skin tight skinny jeans. She flipped her hair back and I rolled my eyes secretly.

"I need to ask you a question." she said sleazily. I swiveled the chair in her direction and put on an internally painful smile.

"Shoot." I said simply as I clasped my hands together and laid them over my stomach.

"Well, wait. I need to know your name first." she cooed.

"Mr. Kudacari." she giggled.

"Oh, come on, "Mr. Kudacari", we're all adults here." Yeah, right. She really means: I'm an 18 year old girl who is so desperate that I would consider getting action from a hobo. I had to hide my smile and stifle my laugh REALLY hard. I cleared my throat.

"The name's Axel. Got it memorized?" I said as I pointed to my left temple. Maybe I can make her piss her panties. Ew. She giggled.

"My name is Larxene and you better keep that name in mind." she smirked. I smiled and nodded.

"Now...where's the little girl's room?" she asked "innocently".

"It's down the hall, to the left." she smiled and held out her hand.

"Thanks, Axel." I nodded and shook her hand. She quickly let go and bounded out the door. I looked down in the palm of my hand; it was a little piece of folded paper. I opened it. The paper said:

Dear Sub,
775-934-0012
I have text messaging too! Hope to talk to you too!

Larxene xoxo

I folded the note up and put it in my pocket. It wasn't gonna get much use anyway so it won't get much use in my pocket now. I smirked at the thought of her waiting and watching her cell phone to ring. I stifled my laugh again and put my hands behind my head, watching the students work or talk. But I soon noticed myself watching the three girls that came in almost late. Especially the one who now had a fondness for me?

End of Part I