And then there were five.

One was a student council president at the age of 16. That's the youngest a student has ever been at the top position in the student council. He constantly wore black sunglasses that concealed dark gray eyes and a fierce gaze, arousing student suspicions. People haven't met a true obsessive-compulsive workaholic until they see "One" in action.

Two, the biggest geek in Warburton High history, was also voted "Most likely to rule the world at age 16". A genius engineer through and through, his prodigy-level knowledge is only sparked by the fires of imagination, comic books and the occasional chili dog. Other times, he's an ordinary teenaged boy who loved video games and tinkering with robotics and machinery.

Three's smile comes second to none; especially since she's been the poster girl for every rainbow monkey "teen line" commercial known to man. Her enthusiasm, beauty and athleticism also gave her the title of the youngest cheerleader ever drafted by the esteemed Warburton Pep Club.

Four had a six-pack. That's usually what all the starry-eyed teenaged girls need to know for them to melt every time he walks by. Seemingly aloof but also brimming with masculine pride, he knew he was the talk of the locker room. Four was fought over by several sports teams but has decided on rugby, a sport the Australians are famous for.

Five, jerked to the beat of hip hop and electropop with confidence in every twist and flick of the hips. Her cool demeanor only fed the flames of her growing popularity with the older teens, and then some. Oh, and did I fail to mention that she's also a member of an international student league that deals with disadvantaged kids?

So there were five indeed. And none of them knew one another, not until that fateful day.

That first day of High school.


'...Hello?'

Abby Lincoln entered an area her social circle was usually disgusted to even think about. The blue walls were plastered with posters of robo-competitions and engineering workshops. The floors were sprinkled with various scrap parts, metal bolts and screws. While typically filled with classified "nerds" and "geeks", this particular club room, found itself housing only one.

'-May I help you? This is a long way from your turf' A boy with messy brown hair responded, his bespectacled gaze glued onto a particularly large aeronautical model. Five chucked at his comment, impressed at how much he can observe without breaking concentration.

'Abby was told that someone in here could fix my boombox... Hoagie Giligum, I think it was'

'Giligan! It's GILI-GAN. For crying out lou-'

Hoagie swears he felt his jaw touch the ground when he saw the chiseled dancer's stomach in front of him, tight and slender like a firm piece of fruit. He felt his cheeks burn hot and started to sweat like the awkward guy he is.

'Abby apologizes for the mistake, but I really really need this boombox repaired as soon as possible. Ya think you can do that, champ?'

*Thud!* The hunk of heavy metal was placed on his counter without any sort of difficulty from Five. He looked at the thing as if it was an ancient relic, amazed at the sheer number of knobs and buttons a single music player can have.

'Well... I see this is a rather 'old' model. Are you sure there are still cassettes out there for this thing to play?'

'So this guy's got jokes. And I thought everyone in here just studies and plays those nerdy card games all day. The name's Abby Lincoln; and yes that boombox there still has plenty of bullets to shoot. How fast can ya fix it?'

'Slow down, Ms. Lincoln. I don't do things like this, even if you are easy on the eyes. You gotta trade me something'

'Abby's got no cards or nothing, foo'. But... There is something ya might be interested in' She fished her baggy pants' pockets for something, sparking the curiosity of the teenaged boy.

'Ah, found it!' The dark-skinned hand placed what appeared to be a ticket on the counter next to the boombox. Hoagie leaned over to check out what it was.

'...A VIP ticket to the "Hip Hop Dance Showdown" next weekend?'

'Hey, it might not look like much but Abby will be competing in the this year's dance competition… which sold out 3 hours after they released the tickets. You can probably sell that for a hundred, at the very least.'

The brunette cleared his throat and fixed his yellow specs. 'Well... What if I wanted to go?'


Three, fresh from a haircut that took three-fourths of her raven locks off, had a skip in her step. She had dimples that accompanied the sweetest smile a girl could have, eliciting unbroken gazes by all sorts of guys as she passed by the lockers. Around her shoulder was the arm of a 17-year old boy named Ace. The literal "ace" of the baseball league and the youngest son from a family of famous military pilots, he beamed with pride as he strut across the hallowed halls of Warburton High like a plane through clear skies.

'Hey Ace and Kuki! Catch you later at the house party i'm having? It'll be off the hook!'

'We'll be there. Don't you worry, Cindy.' Ace winked at the hopeful teen as he walked by, not even stopping to continue the exchange any further. Three could hear the young girl giggle as she passed her.

'Hey Ace, who's Cindy? Why would she know me? I'm not even a Sophomore yet!' Three girlishly asked, raising a hand to her chin.

'Relax, my little rainbow monkey! She's a friend from Biology class. She's just really desperate to be "in" with the cool crowd, so she's begging us to attend her party later.'

'Cool crowd? Are you saying we're "in" with the cool crowd? How come i've never met any of them?'

'Shh... Quiet Kuki. I'll just have a chat with the captain, Chad. You stay beside me and look cute, alright? I need to show you off a bit until he recognizes you're from a commercial'

Irked by the comment, a vein could be seen on Kuki's forehead as she said,

'...Stand here? Why would I-'

'I want a better locker so I need to make him see i'm worth it, okay? Now SHH!'

Full of irritation, she stomped away unbeknownst to her boyfriend, who continued to chat with his team captain. Little did she know that a student was rushing by as she stormed off, knocking her down on the floor in the process.

Eliciting gasps from nearby students, the culprit of the crime was flustered with embarrassment and shame, as he realized he had just knocked down the youngest and not to mention, most popular cheerleader on the squad. He apologized profusely but failed to help her up, too dismayed and shocked at what had just happened to budge.

Everyone else felt too unpopular to assist, and started to talk amongst themselves as they eyed the now-surrounded Kuki Sanban.

Seemingly from out of nowhere, a muscular boy dressed in Warburton High's rugby team uniform offered his hand to her.

'Now why isn't anyone helping ya out? Did you just drop a faht bomb or something?'

'What? A fart bomb? I would never!' She blinked in surprise and irritation as she regretfully accepted the stranger's helping hand. As Three slowly rose, Four observed her tauntingly slim figure and apparent love of the color, dark green. His cheeks started to heat up as he took in the minor details of the girl's face; feeling a strange sense of familiarity as he watched her fix herself up from the fall.

The students that surrounded them eventually dispersed upon lack of anything more interesting to gawk at. The newfound pair of teenagers moved to a less frequented spot in the hallway and continued their conversation.

'Thanks a lot for helping, especially when no one else did... Mr...?'

'Beatles. Wallabee Beatles. But- err... Call me Wally.'

'...Wally. Have I... Met you, somewhere?'

'I don't think you've met me, but I think I've seen you somewhere before...'

'Haha. I get that a lot.' Kuki cleared her throat and changed her voice a bit as she exclaimed with a perfectly trained sing-song voice, 'Get the new Rainbow Monkeys camera app! Complete with stickers, filters and of course, friendship and LOVE!'

'-Oh yeah! You're that gal from that weird Rainbow Monkeys commercial! No wonder I've heard your voice before! I always change the channel when it comes on'

'Hey! That's not very nice! ...Even so, you helped me up so... thanks, Wally.' Before he could even think to protest, Kuki gave him the warmest embrace he's ever received. After what felt like forever, he pried her arms off with all the strength his rugby-chiseled arms could muster and was finally set free from her grasp, revealing a tomato-red face.

'Hey, why are you so red, Wally? Were you actually the one sick with the farts?'

'Don't push yer luck, girly. Just because I helped you up, doesn't mean you can talk to me like that! I am a member of the rugby team, after all. '

Confident at his jab to impress her, Wally smirked as he exclaimed this fact. Kuki giggled and took a few steps back.

'My name's Kuki. Kuki Sanban. Nice to meet you too, fart-face,rugby-boy, Beatles!'

'Hey! You take that ba-'

'Kuki! Where have you been? And why are you talking to him?'

Ace rushed to Kuki's side, agitated by her sudden disappearance and apparent disinterest upon his arrival. 'Oh come on, Ace. You didn't even see me get knocked over by some guy? No one helped me until Wally showed up! I owe him my thanks!'

Four, completely fazed by seeing that she had a boyfriend, shook his head and decided to stare downward to avoid his gaze. Picking up on this, the guy in question smirked and raised his arm to place around his girlfriend's shoulders.

'Oh is that so? Hey thanks for helping my girlfriend out, Wally. Now if you don't mind- we're off to class...'

Just as Ace was about to steer them away, Kuki pulled back from his grasp. 'Ace, silly! You study all the way across the other side of the school, remember? You're a different class, heck, a different year from me even!'

Three giggled and waved goodbye as Ace begrudgingly walked away from his girlfriend in defeat. As soon as she lost sight of him, she relaxed her shoulders and sighed in relief.

'I can't believe he was more jealous of you than worried of the fact that I was knocked over. Can you believe that guy?'

'...Believe he's a douchebag? Yes. What I can't believe is you're actually dating a guy like him-' Before he could finish his sentence, a frightfully intense girl with bright red hair and freckles approached them.

'Wally, sweethart, WHAT THE HECK ARE YA DOING 'ERE? WE HAVE CLASS, YOU BUFFOON!'

Both Wally and Kuki froze from shock when they heard this frantic girl scream from across the hall. Three whispered a question to the frightened boy, a slight irritation running through her mind.

'Sweet... Heart? You're dating frantic Franny?'

'...She kind of convinced herself she was dating me ever since my dad was re-assigned to be her father's assistant... It's a long story'