I am back, it's because I miss the reviews! Anyway, I wanted to put my own twist on Serena and Darien together in high school, so here's the first installment, sorry if I don't update that often, I will try! I love my fans!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sailor Moon, but I do own a few books and necklaces...

Moving On

Beginning of September, a very temperature agreeable time of year. Not too humid, so hair would stay in place. Serena was walking to her new school, St. John Prepatory School. She had recently transferred when her father was directed by the military to another state. She had been living in Colorado Springs, but now she was living on the outskirts of Indianapolis.

She was in her new school uniform, a pleated maroon skirt with grey socks, black square toed shoes, a white collared shirt, and over the shirt a grey vest. Her hair was blow dried straight and she wore little make-up. Her mother had rushed her out of the house this morning, so she wouldn't be late for the first day of school. Her younger brother attended Junior High, which started a half an hour later then the High School. She was a junior, almost out of school. She didn't play any sports, preferring just to be content with watching on the sidelines.

Serena began to remember her old school, where she had finally made friends and actually had a boyfriend. Her eyes stung a little from the tears she held back, but this was her new fate, she had to move on. She heard shouts, and looked up to see she had reached the school grounds.

Students were littered like trash across the school grounds, hanging out on the steps to the ancient building. Serena looked around curiously, noticing several cliques already. A couple people were sitting under the tree, they looked like the deep-sensitive-thinker types. She turned to a number people that were standing out in the parking lot, and she noticed that some of the boys had varsity jackets on. "The jocks, and their girlfriends," she mumbled. She moved across the lawn, getting a few looks here and there. She stared at the large doors, she had to go inside to the office for her locker and schedule. She had only arrived in Indianapolis a few days ago.

"Who's she?" a feminine voice whispered. Serena felt her cheeks burn with the blush that appeared, she knew the girl was talking about her. She shrugged it off and scurried to the door. Once inside she felt safer and opened the first door she came upon. There was a single lady sitting behind a desk. She looked up and smiled at Serena.

"Serena Tsukino? Your locker number and schedule are right there," she pointed to an index card that was sitting on a piece of paper. "Have a nice year at St. John's," the lady went back to typing on the computer. Serena grabbed her information and headed out. Leaning against the door was a girl with blue hair and thin rimmed glasses. She looked up at Serena and her face lit up.

"Hi, I am Amy Anderson, the principal told me to show you around," Amy held out her hand. Serena took it. "So, where's your locker?"

"A-148?" Serena showed her the card. Amy just nodded and set off down a hall. "My name is Serena."

"I know, you're Serena Tsukino, junior like myself, and you just moved here from Colorado, Mr. Paul told me," Amy smiled. Serena returned the friendly sentiment. Amy seemed very cunning and intelligent, qualities Serena did not express. "Any questions?"

"Uh, yeah, do we have any classes together? Quite frankly I need a friend and you were the only one to approach me..." Serena trailed off.

"Yeah, we have gym together," Amy said after looking over Serena's schedule. "And lunch of course, you can eat with Lita and I."

"Thanks a lot Amy," Serena said with sincerity. They arrived at her locker and Amy opened it for her. Serena placed her bad inside, and a bell rang. Students began filing into the building. Serena quickly shut her locker and followed Amy to her home room class. "Do you do any sports or any clubs?" Serena probed Amy, trying to find out more information on the school.

"I am Junior class president, secretary of the Student Council, and leader of the Computer Club," Amy rattled on. "I am not really all that athletic," she scratched her head.

"Oh, me neither! I am more of a, do nothing person," Serena laughed. Amy giggled as she stopped outside a classroom. "Here's your home room class, Art," Amy opened the door. "Mrs. Ferguson is really nice, just tell her you're new." Amy waved good bye and headed for her classroom. Serena opened the door, and found a young woman sitting at a desk, looking slightly pregnant. She was reading a book on proper nutrition.

"Hi," Serena said, making herself known. The teacher looked up and smiled.

"What can I help you with?" she asked.

"I am Serena Tsukino, a new student, I was wondering if you had anything for me, rules, etc.," Serena asked. Mrs. Ferguson laughed and got up from her seated position and came over to her.

"How about survive high school?" she laughed. "You can take a seat wherever you like, since you're the first one here. I can introduce you to the class if you want me to?"

"Oh, no, no, no. I would prefer to remain, in the back," Serena made her way to a table in the back. Students began to come in, two or three at a time. Serena just sat in the back with her head in her arms. The sound grew louder and louder in the room, and she scrunched her nose in disgust. She had not gotten enough sleep that morning and was trying to make up for it. A bell rang, and a body slid into the chair next to her. She didn't bother to look up, her sleep was more important. A loudspeaker blared from a speaker, informing the students to stand and say the pledge of allegiance. Grumbling, Serena stood. Her table partner did also, and without looking over Serena deducted it was a he, from the fact that the person towered over her.

"You may be seated," the announcer finished. "Welcome back, and to the seniors, happy last first day of school!" the voice seemed to chuckle at the irony. The class seemed to let out a sigh of disappointment. "This Friday night is the first home football game, we hope you will all attend. The team is looking to be a good one. You know the rules, no leaving school grounds, and only seniors are privileged to drive to school. Have a nice day."

"Well, welcome back. First, a little exercise for you all, why don't we get acquainted! And Mr. Shields why don't you start us off since you seem so pleased with the fact that the football team was mentioned over announcements," she smiled.

"Sure Mrs. F," Serena's table partner replied in a velvety masculine voice. Serena turned to look at him. He had dark hair, was tall, with broad shoulders. He had on the boys uniform, which was black pants white shirt with a maroon tie. The tie was loosened slightly, and his black hair was ruffled. His blue eyes had mischief in them, and they twinkled in the classroom light. "Hey ladies and gentlemen, my names Darien Shields, captain and quarterback of the football team. I like long walks on the beach and candlelight dinners ladies," he winked. A boy to his right laughed, he had sandy blond hair and green eyes, but wasn't nearly as cute as this Darien. A few of the girls sighed as he set back down.

"Thank you Mr. Shields for that insightful view, next, how about you Miss. Tsukino," she pointed to Serena. Butterflies started to fly in her stomach, but she quelled them.

"Hi, I am Serena, I just moved here from Colorado. And," she blanked out. What was she going to say? She remembered Darien's interests, and got an idea. "I hate walking on the beach and candlelight dinners," she said. The class burst out laughing. The sandy blond haired kid fell out of his chair, his face beat red. Serena sat down, her face crimson from all the blood that had rushed there due to embarrassment.

"Touche," his velvety voice whispered. Serena let out a snort and turned to the sandy blond haired boy who was now speaking.

"Hey, the names Andrew, star tight end of the Stallions," he popped the collar to his shirt. "And I don't know about you guys, but you can cut the tension in this room with a knife!" he roared with laughter. The rest of the class was red with laughing again.

"All right, enough of this, I can see this was a bad idea to begin with," Mrs. Ferguson shook her head. Serena turned even redder, mad that she had started such rambling and inappropriate comments. "First, we will be working with primary colors," she held up a diagram, the color wheel.

Serena sighed, her first day and she had already upset a teacher. She glanced to her right, and saw Darien with his head in his hands, lazily watching Mrs. Ferguson. He was so handsome, despite the fact he seemed arrogant and full of himself. She turned back to Mrs. Ferguson.

The class ended in forty-five minutes. Serena grabbed her things and walked out. She had tried to listen to Mrs. Ferguson, but the guilt she felt plagued her mind. She sighed and reached for the piece of paper in her pocket that had her schedule printed out on it. She groped around, but it was missing. "Missing something?" a voice came from behind her. Darien was holding up her schedule, looking at it.

"Hey! Give it back jerk!"

"Hey, we have gym together, and science!" he pointed out. "Oh, and look here, lunch!" he laughed at her. Serena was jumping up and down as he held his hand up high. Serena was falling, and her ankle gave out and she fell to the ground, papers and books flying everywhere. Tears were in her eyes, wincing at the pain. She could feel everyone's eyes on her. She quickly got up and ran as fast as she could for the door, pushing her way through all the people. They were mumbling amongst themselves. She sprinted out of the school, breaking the exact rule the announcer had told them to follow. She ran as fast as she could down the few blocks, going around back and flying in the back door. Serena bounded up the stairs and into her room, soaring onto her bed. She grabbed her pillow and buried her blotchy face in it.

Serena woke up to the sound of knocking at her door. "Serena, Serena, the principal called, did you have a bad day dear?"

"I am fine mom," she answered.

"He said you ran out the door! You can tell me what went wrong, was it the girls?"

"Mom, really, I just overreacted," she tried to make excuse after excuse. She heard her mom sigh and walk away from the door. Serena lay back on her bed and stared at the ceiling. That cruel asshole Darien, what was he thinking? And she had left her books and notebooks all over the floor to... and what about all her homework? She felt like kicking herself for being so weak and running out like that. She sat up and felt like food, she hadn't eaten anything. She looked at her clock, it was around six. She had slept for eight hours!

Serena opened the door and walked downstairs, her uniform ruffled. She heard the doorbell ring as she entered the kitchen. She heard her mom answer it. Serena shuffled through the food in the cabinets and finally decided on some chips. "Serena, hun," her mom was at the entryway to the kitchen. "There's a young man here to see you, says his name is Darien," her mother smiled. "My he is handsome, a new friend?"

"You could say that..." Serena breezed past her and headed for the door. She took a breath before opening the door and stepping outside, shutting it behind her. "Yes?" she turned to look up at Darien. He was in a white t-shirt and shorts.

"Here," he held out her books. "You dropped them."

"How do you know where I live?"

"I asked around," he smirked. "Sorry, about the whole schedule thing today. I got carried away," Darien ran his hand through his hair.

"It's all right," Serena mumbled.

"I'm a little disgusting right now, but do you want to go out and get some ice cream? It would make up for me being a complete moron," he asked. Taken off guard, Serena didn't know what to say. Darien looked at his Rolex. "On second thought, it's around dinner time, how about dinner?"

"All...all right," Serena nodded. She yelled inside to her mom that she was going out and followed Darien to his car. It was a red sports car. She opened the door to the front seat and climbed in. "You smell."

"Yeah, that's usually a consequence of a three hour football practice," he pulled out onto the street and shifted gears. "And when your coach works you crazy because of the upcoming home game."

"I guess," Serena shrugged looking out the window.

"Hey, maybe my introduction wasn't that great. Darien Shields, captain and quarterback of the football team. My favorite food is chocolate," he introduced himself.

"Serena Tsukino," she said. "And...I have never lived in one place for more then two years," she told him. Darien nodded and turned onto a new street. "So, what is there to do around this place?"

"Movie theater, mall, football games..." he trailed off looking at her. "Parties at my house."

"All right, I get the picture," Serena cut him short.

"So, anyone back in Colorado?"

"There WAS. But I moved, so that pretty much ended it," she answered. "You?"

"Nope," he shook his head. "Got enough things on my mind."

"Busy guy," she mumbled. Darien shrugged and pulled into the parking lot of a diner. Serena got out of his car and followed him inside.

Dinner was small talk about school and the people in it. Darien told her about Andrew, and his girlfriend Mina. He told her what people to stay away from, and what teachers to suck up to. In the end, Serena was full and content. Darien drove her home and dropped her off. "See you tomorrow," he said before she got out of the car. He drove off, leaving her on the lamp lit sidewalk. Serena went back into her house and back into her room. This year was going to be interesting.