-PRGU

Love.. How does Love Begin?

No one knows for sure.

But you experiences it when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

Wendell Testaburger's POV

Stacy Marsh's POV

Italicized Statements are thoughts

-Chpt No. 1

Wendell started at her. Her beautiful porcelain complexion, Dark icy blue-ish grey eyes, slender but has an hour glass shape. You know the basics of the totally "hot and popular girl". Of course he only pictured this in his mind haha public is so cliché. Though Wendell's mom believes guys and girls shouldn't learn together, as it's a distraction. For both guys and girls mainly guys because of the hormones. He could hear his mother now giving him the lecture on why the 2 sexes shouldn't mix at his age. Soon Thinking to himself that he wished he could be distracted, so he made up this girl in his mind. Jotting down everything he sees and wanted in a girl. It was like his own little science project as if he was in Weird Science with Kelly LeBrock and he was Ilan Mitchell-Smith and CeCe would be Micheal Anthony Hall's Character obviously. It wasn't hard since we are next to all girls school, So he could get a few sneak peeks here and there. Wasn't that fuckin retarded?

Putting an all boy's school right next to an all girl's school. Well he was very thankful for those dumb asses out there. Maybe they knew he longed for a girlfriend, and this would make accessing one much more easier. But so far, all it has done is taunt him heavily. But of course he haven't lost hope. For the Star and Diamond Dance is coming up. The Star and Diamond Dance is where both schools agree to go to Gazers Peak, (A large building that looks like an observatory where the ceiling is one big widow, so you can see all the stars). They were trying to make it base of the song Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds. But without the LSD usage.

Then the boys and girls could get together for one night and have their fun. But after that it is super strict rules again and back to a lonely life of a monk. While he was daydreaming about finding "Miss Right" everyone was finishing their tests. The bell suddenly rang. Wendell slowly got up and dragged his books and his person out of that classroom. Time for 9th period! Its was his extracurricular class. Never knowing what they would be doing in that class, for the subject changes from day-to-day. When the male walked in he was shocked. There was a female in the class. At first he thought it was a mix-up.

"Ughhhh, mom, I don't want to go there." The raven haired female protested. She was at a new school, seemingly all boys beside her. Her mother, Rylie(Fem!RandyxD), shook her head. "Hun, just go." She said. Stacy frowned, grabbing her bag. She adjusted her blue and red hat before exiting the car. She quickly scurried into the school, knowing she was late. The female pulled out her schedule, ignoring the glances of men. Her blue eyes scanned her schedule and then she looked at the clock. Stacy Marsh slowly made her way into the classroom. All eyes fell upon her. They looked like they had just witnessed the sighting of an unknown creäture. She gulped and walked to the teacher. "Go ahead and introduce yourself." The older male said. She faced the class. Stacy took a deep breath. "My name's Stacy Marsh...Yes, I am female. I would really hate it if you guys treated me differently. I don't take that shit." She spoke, seeing nothing wrong with her choice of words. The teacher stared and pointed to a seat next to a black-haired male who the teacher identified as Wendell Testaburger. She took her seat and smiled slightly. She felt like puking for some reason though. She swallowed it down. "Erm...Hey there." She whispered.

By the time the female introduce herself, Wendell was in his assigned seat in the class. Listening to her explaining herself with such words. He didn't mind it, he was use to it on the daily bases from everyone around here. His amethyst purple hues watches her walking over to the seat next to him. The male didn't hear the teacher telling her to sit near him, He only thought she was doing it by her own will. Quickly turning his view back to the front of the classroom before she could look at him completely. Feeling the rate of his heart speeding up. Not knowing what this quite was but he thought is was sign from those retards up there. Hearing a small whisper lingering from cross his way. Slightly turning his head, looking at her.

"H-Hello"

Letting himself be very quite as he greeted the new person in his classes. Wendell's expression was calm and collective but his mind was losing it. As if his wildest dreams are starting to come true. The teacher taps on the board to get everyone's attention as most of the guys in the class were talking about the female that was in our classes. As they asked many questions " Like is she going to be the only female here? Are the other females from the all girl school coming to this school now?" Other thoughts from the males in the class were on her looks as they could stop themselves from the suggestive compliments that were being said. The teacher taps the board louder as everyone jumps and faced the front. He announced that today's class was gonna be about music.

Stacy seemed to ignore the comments. It annoyed her though. She wanted to punch them. She missed her best friends Kylie and Kenna. She didn't miss Erica though. She didn't like Erica all too much. Her blue eyes stared at the male curiously. "So your name is Wendell?" She asked. The raven haired girl turned to the teacher as he tapped upon the board louder. Stacy wanted to curse out all of the guys who were trying to talk dirty to her.

The older male cleared his throat before talking once again. "Alright Class, I know you're thinking I'll be a kill joy, but I think you'll like what we are doing today. Everyone is going to create a poem, and then we will turn it into a song." Wendell thought to himself. "This probably a seriously class about the teacher and his music."As he knew that this teacher was a music major before hand, He expected this not to be fun what so ever. Looking at the female across from him. "Yes my name is Wendell. It's nice to meet you Stacy." His voice was at whisper tone so he doesn't cause any attention towards himself or them talking. As they slightly chatted he started to think of poems. "Hmmm." He thought to himself as he jotted down some words that rhymed.

"Sounds like the goth kids back home.." She chuckled, speaking to herself. She then turned her attention back to Wendell. She smiled a little. The nauseous feeling was still there though. "Hey, what are you gonna write about for your poem?" She asked, tilting her head. She didn't seem to care about the attention she got.

"Ah, I don't yet... I just have few words or lines down. I yet haven't know what to make of this. What about you?" He paid attention to her as she was asking questions from him. Wendell noticed every detail about her from her raven dark hair to the curve in her lips as she smiled. Then he stated thinking again. "Its she smiling at me? No, It's just a smile people smile when they first get to know people. Its to show interest in a person... what if she interested in me? No she can't be it only been 5mins tops. People can't do that instantly."

Stacy nodded. "I see. I never really do this stuff so I'm not really sure." She admitted, rubbing the back of her head. The sick feeling was getting worse. She frowned and tried to push it down once again. The female moved some of her hair back. "Maybe I can do something about my best friends...No, that sounds weird...Ugh!" She groaned, leaning back in her chair. She removed her hat, muttering curses.

Tilt his head slightly as he noticed something is wrong with the female. "What wrong?" Wendell said softly. Hearing her groans and seeing her actions along with her movements. He wanted to pay attention back to his classwork but he was worried about the one that was near him.

Her face paled as she couldn't hold it back. She ran out and to the nearest bathroom. She didn't care if it was for males or females. She went to an empty stall and threw up. "What the fuck is my problem!?" She growled at herself, frowning. She slowly stood and went back toward the class. She was hesitant to go back in. How would they react to her just running out? Stacy took a deep breath and then walked in. She quickly took her seat next to Wendell. "I'm sorry..." She mumbled softly, hiding her face with her hat in embarrassment.

Seeing her run out of the class so frantically made him worried about her more. As her leaving the class made the class erupted back into talking about her and the vulgar things they would do with her and to her. Wendell places his head down on the desk. He didn't want to do it but felt it was necessary with his pen tapping along the edge of the desk after he gets finished writing down the silly poems that fitted his head at that moment. Hearing the brush of feet pass his desk once again. Looking up and over at her. The teacher noticed her present in the class again. "Are you okay Stacy?" The older male asked her before addressing the class again.