AN: Well, it's been a long time since I've written a fanfic, so please forgive me for being rusty! I don't own anything other than my own character, and I'm trying to blend the movie and the book lines a bit, like with Legacies and such. Please review so I can improve!
The halls were quiet, except for the normal buzz of teenage voices, gossiping, complaining about teachers and homework, boyfriends and parents, babbling about the newest movies. Regular hallway stuff. And then BAM BAM. A couple of people froze, wondering what idiot had brought a gun to school, but relaxed when they saw it was just two kids whose lockers had exploded with paint.
The nerd and the new kid, with the quarterback and his goons gloating across the narrow hall as they walked on by. Spock, as he was referred to by the jocks, launched himself across at Mark, screaming for them to leave him alone. He was batted away, caught by his friend, who, also covered in purple paint, got right up in Mark's face, while he rambled on about intuition or something stupid like that, and the new kid started to back down.
As he stepped back, however, someone bolted over and punched Mark straight in the jaw, knocking him back against the wall. The others gawked at the slightly taller than average girl, her hands firmly placed on her hips, glowering at him. Her auburn ringlets were bouncing around her face as she tapped her fingers on her jeans. "So, you're just an asshat all the time huh?" she asked flatly, not really expecting a response. She also seemed unaware of the others staring in shock.