My alarm clock went off at an annoyingly early our and I groaned and reached out my arm to my night stand to turn it off.

The first day of school. Ugh. The worst time for a girl my age; it meant that summer freedom was officially over. No more all-nighters. No more parties. No more drinking until dawn and waking up with the worst hangovers of your life. All over.

I rolled out of my nice, warm bed and walked to my bathroom. I got in the shower and then got dressed. I had picked out my outfit the night before, to preserve time in the morning. A white, flowing tank top, ripped denim shorts, and brown high heeled boots. I brushed my hair and then scrunched it up, letting it fall naturally. I did my make-up, brushed my teeth, and headed down stairs. When I got down there, my mother was cooking breakfast.

I ran past her to the door and began to open it before she called to me. "Sweetie, aren't you going to have some breakfast?"

"No thanks Mom." I yelled back. "I have to meet Riley." I opened the door and walked outside to the summer, almost fall, air and began my walk to Degrassi. I was starting my junior year there, and still only posessed one best friend. Riley Stavros. I only know him because he was Peter's(my brother) friend first. But we are best friends now, and we tell eachother everything. And besides Peter, Anya, and of course Zane, I was the only person to know that he is gay. And it doesnt bother me. I had other friends, just not like Riley.

I was at Degrassi now and I walked in the glass doors and saw Riley and a couple of guys from the football team chatting in the hall. I began walking towards them when Riley turned, saw me, and a smile broke out on his. Oh no. I knew what he was getting at. The beginning of the school year tradition. I wanted to run away right then, but I couldnt break tradition. Riley turned to his friends, signaling them, as I walked closer. They spread out in a large circle, pushing freshman aside. Riley stood between the circle of smiling boys and me and cupped his hands around his mouth.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!" He shouted to everyone, loud and clear. "At this time, please prepare yourselves for the first Angela-Marie Stone toss of the school year!" The football team circle cheered and clapped.

I sighed and set down my purse, knowing what was coming. Riley smirked and ran towards me, swooping me up bridal style and retreating to the circle. Then, I was tossed around the circle like a doll, never hitting the ground. Your probably wondering who came up with the game 'Angie Toss'. That would be Gavin Mason and Jay Hogart. Enough said. Because, when theres Peter, theres Spinner, and when theres Spinner, theres Jay. Its like like a three for one package of fun! Note my sarcasm. It was an event that the whole school knew and the whole school watched.

I was finally set down on my feet and I went and retrieved my purse. I laughed with the football team and we dispersed in different directions. I walked with Riley and he soon threw his arm around my shoulders, like always. "So how was your summer Angie?" He asked me.

I smiled up at him. "It was fun. I went to a few good parties with Peter."

He chuckled and we walked to the front desk to get our schedules and locker numbers. I looked at him again with a glint in my eye. "I already know you had a good summer," He smiled at me. "With Zane." I added sing-songly.

We laughed and he pushed me playfully. "I'll see you later Angie, I'm gonna go find my locker." He kissed my cheek and left. I decided I was going to do the same thing and found mine. It was in the perfect spot, accross from my last class of the day, Trigonometry. I put everything in my locker and shut it. Thats when I noticed a guy opening the locker next to mine and putting things in it. He was cute. Really cute. In one of those sexy, mysterious, bad boy ways. I had a thing for bad boys, I couldnt help myself, I looked. He had long-ish hair that fell across his forehead and he was wearing all dark clothing. His skinny jeans clung to him just right, and trust me when I say I like skinny jeans on guys, if they can pull it off. And this boy certainly could.

Right as I finished looking him over, the bell rang for the first class. I grabbed my Media Immersion text book and turned to the boy. He looked up from what he was doing and gave me a look of confusion.

I smirked in response and looked him up and down, once again landing on his face. I smirked at him. "Skinny jeans." My smirk grew. "Cute."

It was his turn to smirk now, and he did. And it was gorgeous. I walked away then, only giving him a wink over my shoulder. Most girls wouldnt do that. But I'm not 'most girls'. I'm very confident and I like boys. A lot. Well, not as much as Alli Bandhari, but a lot. And I may sound cocky when I say this, but its not the way I mean it: They like me too.

I continued my walk to Media Immersion.