DISCLAIMER: This is just for fun. Sal, her friends and the others in the highschool are mine. Any characters created by Spelling~Goldberg are not.

(Kris and the other Angels only make brief appearances in this one. Thanks to kpaige27 for giving me the idea for a plot and some of the ideas in the story, and to kp1185 for her suggestions.)

Chapter 1

Sal Munroe was well liked by both her peers and her teachers. Sal had always been a good student. She hardly ever got into trouble. One day it all changed. Sal was about to begin her second year at Dwight D. Eisenhower High School. It was her senior year. She, like the other seniors, was excited to graduate and begin her adult life. On the first day of school, all of the seniors were called into the gym for the senior assembly. Sal and her friend Liz sat next to each other on the bleachers. An incredibly cute guy saw an empty seat next to Sal and approached her.

"Excuse me, is this seat taken?"

Sal looked up into a pair of brown eyes. She felt herself staring as she looked at the guy. He was tall, blond, muscular, and suntanned. He had even white teeth, and dimples when he smiled. Sal regained her composure and answered him. "Uh, no, go ahead." The guy sat down next to Sal. She tried to concentrate on the assembly, but it was almost impossible when the high school equivalent of a Greek god was sitting next to her. The guy kept throwing glances at Sal during the assembly. Sal threw a few of her own at him. After the assembly was over, Sal sat on the bench for a moment. Liz had to nudge her.

"Sal, wake up! Time for class."

"What? Oh, yeah." She stood up and started to make her way off of the bleachers. The guy was waiting for her when she got down to the gym floor.

"By the way, I'm Mark Simpson. What's your name?"

"Sarah Munroe, but everyone calls me Sal. This is my friend Liz Williams."

"Hello," Mark said.

"Hi," Liz said bashfully.

"Where is your first class? I'll walk you to it."

Sal couldn't believe her luck. Liz, starting to feel like she would be in the way, decided to take her leave. "Sal, my class is over on the other side of the building. I'll see you." Liz left.

"See ya."

"Well, shall we?" Mark led Sal from the gym and down the hallway towards her first class. Neither of them noticed the dagger stares they were getting from Lisa Saunders, one of the cheerleaders. She had noticed how cute Mark was, and wanted him for herself.

"Who's that girl over there? The one next to that incredibly gorgeous guy?" Lisa asked her friend Anna Neilson.

"Oh, that's Sal Munroe. She transferred here last year."

"Who's that hunk she's talking to?"

"Mark Simpson. He's new this year."

"Does he have a girlfriend? Sal doesn't count."

"Not that I know of."

"He's going to. Soon."


Much to Sal's delight, she found out that she and Mark had the same first period class. On the downside, Lisa was also in that class. At first, it was open seating. Sal and Mark sat next to each other. Lisa sat right behind them. She glared at Sal. The teacher, Mr. Jenkins, came in.

"Good morning, class. I am Mr. Jenkins, your teacher. Welcome to Biology. I am going to call your names out, and I want you to respond, "

'Here!' . After that, I will make the seating assignments, which will be alphabetical." Mr. Jenkins started to call the roll. Sal knew she would have a while to wait, so she reflected on her good fortune. She came to when she heard her name called.

"Munroe, Sarah?"

"Huh? Oh. Here." Sal blushed as her classmates giggled around her. She busied herself looking for a pen inside her purse until she felt the warmth disappear from her cheeks. The teacher continued to call the roll.

"Saunders, Lisa?"

"Here."

"Simpson, Mark?"

"Here."

Sal groaned as she realized that Lisa and Mark would be seated next to each other. Mark brightened her day as he pulled out his schedule and showed it to her. "What lunch do you have?" He whispered.

"First."

"Cool. So do I. Want to sit together?"

"Yeah."

Lisa, leaning forward, managed to catch the exchange. She also had first lunch. She glowered at Sal, while plotting ways to get Mark.