Part One—So Beautiful (Maureen PoV)

Damn. She was gorgeous—shoulder-length, straight, slightly shaggy auburn hair framed her carefully-shaped, pale-to-translucency face. There were honestly no words for her. Her name? Mona. She looked more like an Alex to me (or maybe Alexa).

Apart from her name, I knew very little about her: She was an upperclassman, probably going off to college after this year, she wasn't very popular, she was an actress, and she was usually attached at the mouth with some guy, often one named Tom.

Not that I cared. After all, she was a girl. I was probably jealous of her looks.

And even if I were attracted to girls, she wasn't my type. I wasn't into the theatre scene. I was more on the stoner side of things. Not that I did pot—that's for losers. But I did dabble in E, crack, smack, acid, and occasionally meth and inhalants. I drank, too—Johnnie WB, Tequila, Stoli—anything strong.

But damn. Today she was strutting down the hall sans her boy toy, and she looked fine.

I leaned against my locker, watching her walk by, swinging her hips in her low-rise jeans—

Whoa. Rewind. I was not checking out her ass. I was just... admiring her pockets, with their lovely... gold embroidery...

Oh, God. I was so checking out her ass.

Part Two—Born To Be Bad (Mona's PoV)

I really didn't know why I never noticed her before.

Okay, I did—she was just a freshman, and she was really not that pretty.

Still, that day she caught my eye. She was leaning against her locker, hips thrust slightly forward and thumbs hooked into the waistband of her tight black pants.

Tight black pants? So not my type. Hello, I'm an actress, not an emo.

Anyway, she stood there with her intense, dark eyes fixed on me, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

A good shiver.

And I didn't even know her name. I was pretty sure I'd seen her a few times over Tom's shoulder with Johnson and Cameron. That meant she was probably a "born to be bad" type.

A junkie.

Was she seeing anybody? I didn't know.

Why did I care? She was just some stupid frosh junkie eyeing me in the hall.

Probably a lesbian or something. Ew.

But I'll admit that when I walked past, I gave my hips a little extra swing.

A/N: Don't own RENT. I do own Mona, partially, although her appearance is based largely on a mix of two people I don't own—a boy I know named Alex (hence why she "looks like an Alex" to Maureen) and a girl from the movie My Summer of Love named Mona (hence her name Mona). I own neither My Summer of Love nor the character Mona in that movie. Alex is owned by nobody, since he's a real human being.

Anyway. This is eventually going to be a multi-chapter fic, but I don't have time to write it yet, so I'm just putting up a short, two-part one shot that will eventually be the first chapter of my upcoming fic Hey Girl. Enjoy.