"Hey Gwen, did you hear about what happened?"

"What?"

"About Winry."

Gwen stared warily at Sally who, deprived of her usual clique to gossip with, had turned in desperation to the only other female in the classroom, Gwen. She paused in her act of removing her notebooks from her backpack.

"No," she ventured. She wasn't much of a gossipmonger, but she was as curious as any other girl about the new kid. Winry's bright and bubbly personality dispelled any possibility of the girl being considered a loner or a mystery, but the fact that she never went out with other kids from school or invited them to her house lent her just the slightest hint of the unknown. Though Gwen would never consider herself on the same level as the plastics who fed on gossip and drama, she was still a little bit eager for news.

Sally Avril checked the room for any unintended eavesdroppers (which pretty much included only Winry herself,) but the only people in the room so far were Peter Parker, asleep at his desk for a pre-class nap, and Jason Ionello, who was writing something down. Sally turned back to Gwen, biting her lip with a mischievous smile on her face.

"Apparently Mr. Warren caught her yesterday kissing in the mechanics lab—"

"Waitwaitwait," Gwen interrupted in a furtive voice, "Winry and Mr. Warren were—"

"—No, Mr. Warren caught her kissing—"

"Kissing who?!"

"Another girl!" Sally squealed, forgetting in her excitement to keep her voice down. "She was kissing a girl!"

"Who was kissing what?" Sally and Gwen whirled in simultaneous above-the-neck pirouettes to jump away from Winry Rockbell, who was placing her bag down in the row behind Gwen's. She smiled, clearly oblivious.

"Um, uh, she—she was—"

"Mr. Warren," Gwen interjected, sharing a guilty look with Sally before turning back to Winry. "Apparently he caught his wife cheating on him. With a woman." Sorry Mr. Warren, Mrs. Warren. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

"Yeah," Sally quickly seconded.

Winry gasped a little and put her hand over her mouth. She didn't seem at all perturbed by the fact that what Gwen was describing was exactly what she was supposed to have been doing the day before. "Oh, that's horrible!" she said. "Poor Mr. Warren."

"I know, right?" Gwen laughed nervously, desperately wishing, for the first time in her high school career, for the bell to ring and class to start.

"So how did you learn ab—" Winry began, but was interrupted by the sudden weight of Flash Thompson, who had butted into their group and thrown his arms over Winry's and Sally's shoulders.

"What's this about girls kissing?" he asked with a cocky smile. Though Sally just giggled, "Flaaa-aaash!" and wiggled out from under his armpit, Gwen caught a flash of irritation on Winry's face as she too threw off her large classmate's large arm before settling back into a cheerful expression.

Is it because she's a lesbian? What girl wouldn't want Flash Thompson's attention? Gwen's mind immediately leaped to that conclusion, before she remembered that Flash was an arrogant jackass, and her own irritation would have been far more than just a flash if he'd dared to pull that trick on her. He probably knew it, and that was likely why she was the only one who had been spared from the delightful opportunity to become well acquainted with Flash's pits. Idiot. She scolded herself. Stop making snap judgments.

"Alright everyone, settle down," Mr. Warren entered the room with the time worn-line of teachers everywhere. "Settle down class, we're going to begin."

Oh thank God, Gwen thought, and excused herself from the group of Flash, Winry, and Sally to go sit at her desk.

"But the bell hasn't rung yet!" One student whined out.

"I am well aware, Jason, but if someone hadn't caused such a commotion at the end of last class—" with that Mr. Warren eyeballed Seymour O'Reilly, one of Flash's friends, who smirked. "—We would have been able to finish yesterday's unit. Since we were not, we're going to finish it now."

"Aw, c'mon Mr. Warren!"

"He isn't allowed to do this, is he?"

"End of discussion," Mr. Warren said firmly. "I won't mark anyone who comes before the bell tardy, but we are going to start." He brought up some slides on the Smartboard and began to teach, to the soundtrack of groans and growls from his students. Gwen began to take notes.

He seems awfully normal, all things considered.Gwen studied the note addressed to her, and turned around to look at Winry, who had thrown it. Winry never took notes in biology, but always managed to get at least a ninety on the tests. Today it looked like she was doodling something steampunk, with gears and pistons and wires drawn on her notebook. There were also ridiculously detailed sketches of what appeared to be right arms, with the muscles all drawn in and labeled in a script too small and slanted for Gwen to read from her angle.

It may be just a rumor,Gwen responded, tossing back the note while Mr. Warren's back was turned.

True, true. That's quite possible. Winry threw back, and went back to her drawings. Gwen contemplated the note, tapping her pencil on her desk during a lull in the note-taking. It was certainly possible that the rumor Sally had told her was just that—a rumor. Winry certainly didn't seem to be acting any differently.

Winry looked up from her detailed drawings when Gwen flicked the note onto her desk. Are there any guys you like in this school? Gwen had probably just lost any respect Winry might have had for her in asking such an asinine question, but she had to know, and Winry's response might have provided an answer in some way.

Winry read the note, snorted, and scribbled something down. She tossed it back to Gwen and they continued their conversation.

Nah. No one here's really my type.

What's your type?

Blonds {3

Flash?

Ew, no. He's too tall. And his hair's too short.

Winry like short people with long blond hair, and the considered someone like Flash, the most physically attractive guy in school, "ew." That certainly fit more girls than boys. Gwen never would have thought that Winry, with her long hair and girly clothing and bubbly laughter, was a lesbian. But hey, looks were deceiving. Gwen returned all her focus to taking notes, content now that her curiosity was satisfied.

Winry ignored the teacher as he droned on in the front of the room. Though subjects like Literature and Math stumped her, biology was a walk in the park. What the teacher was talking about, a photosynthetic process of some sort, was content she'd mastered when she was small enough to ride on her grandmother's shoulders. She couldn't wait until they got to anatomy and physiology; she wouldn't even have to attend class for a refresher.

Winry looked at her papers, which contained scribbled diagrams and thoughts on the latest ideas she'd had for Ed's arm upgrade. It hadn't been very smart of her to use the school's mechanics supplies, but her own gear was still in the mail. Getting caught last night had been embarrassing, but Mr. Warren hadn't seen Ed's face, so it didn't really matter. Winry smiled absently and drew a small heart on the paper. Gwen probably didn't care anymore, having abruptly cut off their note conversation, but Winry'd forgotten to mention that short, blond, guys looked best, in Winry's opinion, in black and red.

A/N:: This was supposed to be a five hundred word drabble. It's about 1300 words. T_T

I apologize if I offend any girly (or otherwise too, really,) lesbians. This story is made off of the basis of the stupid stereotypes that highschoolers think in, and I don't write their opinions from my heart. If you're still offended, PM me.

This was meant to be a one-shot drabble. If you want me to write more, follow the story and tell me so, because I've got some plunnies in my head concerning Ed and Peter.