A/N: I'm baaaaaack!

"Ugh."

Tom looked at his watch, rolling his eyes when he saw the school bus was already 5 minutes late. He hated being late for anything normally, but to him being late for school was the absolute worst. After all, he'd only just been made a prefect, so what example would he set by waltzing in 10 minutes late? Everyone would expect that from pretty boy Dan, who had somehow also been made a prefect, but definitely not from him.

So consumed in his own thoughts, he almost didn't notice the bus approaching his stop. With a slight panic and urgency, he signalled for the bus, relieved when it pulled in.

Tom hated buses. To him, they were loud, stuffy, crowded places that he wished he could avoid. He'd been told if he applied for the prefect position, they'd put on a taxi so that the prefects didn't have to travel with the others, but it had been long enough now that he'd realised this was just a gimmick to get him to sign the form. Pushing past hoards of year eights, he eventually found a fairly decent seat - recently vacated by a slightly terrified year seven, he noted to himself with the hint of a wry smile.

Of course, this wasn't the first time this had happened - in fact, it seemed to happen almost every day. Almost monotonous, he thought to himself as he tried to ignore the noise of the irritating younger years. Reaching into his blazer pocket, he pulled out his earphones and plugged them in, drowning out all of the noise as well as his thoughts.

It was only when he felt a nudge on his shoulder that he realised the bus had arrived. Looking up, he saw the bus driver stood over him with a vaguely frustrated look. Avoiding awkward eye contact, he grabbed his bag and hurriedly left the bus.

It was only when he reached to turn off his music that he felt a folded piece of paper in his pocket. This was not uncommon - the other prefects tended to slip notes or reminders about meetings into his pocket on the bus so that they didn't have to talk to him, which to say he was grateful for would be an understatement. Unfolding the note but not yet taking it in, he realised that he had not seen this handwriting before. The notes he normally received were nothing more than an untidy scrawl. This, however, was almost a thing of beauty, so small and intricate, all the letters in exact proportion, a delight for Tom to behold before he'd even read what lay within. Getting over his initial fascination with the handwriting, he read the note to himself.

"I wouldn't normally do this but there's just something about you that I can't seem to ignore, maybe we could go for coffee sometime? A x

P.S. There's a prefect meeting at lunch, just so you know."

Confused, Tom folded the note up in his pocket. Was this what he thought? Had he, Tom Tupper, King of Nerds just received a love letter? Panicking, he walked off to his lesson, mind whirring.

Usually, Tom prides himself on being able to pay attention in class, no matter how boring it is, but today his mind couldn't be further from Mr Flatley's rambles if he'd tried. Who was 'A'? They're obviously a prefect, he thought to himself, otherwise they wouldn't know about the meeting.

The meeting! All prefects have to be at all meetings! Tom grinned slightly, knowing that all he'd have to do to narrow down the search was see how many prefects' names began with 'A'. At least then he'd have a better idea of who it could be. Feeling slightly more content, Tom zoned back into the lesson, inwardly groaning when he realised just how much he'd missed.

Sooner than Tom had hoped, it was lunch. Begrudgingly, he made his way to the staff room where prefect meetings were always held. He had a plan - position himself where he'd be the last to sign the register and let his photographic memory do the rest of the digging.

After the meeting, Tom knew he now had to put the second part of his plan into action. Using his mental image, he tried to see if there was anybody on that list who's name started with 'A' , but to no avail, until he remembered that one girl had arrived later than everyone else. Thinking back, he realised he vaguely remembered her name - Aneisha. Was this his note writer?

"You okay? You look confused," a voice said from in front of him. Instantly focusing, Tom realised that right in front of him was the very girl he'd been thinking of.

"Yeah! Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking," he replied, hoping his voice didn't give away how nervous he felt.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Aneisha asked, obviously trying to initiate some sort of conversation.

"Oh, nothing, just wondering who drew the short straw and had to write my meeting reminder note this morning."

"Oh that? That was me." Tom was taken aback by this girl's immense confidence. He'd never be able to just admit that!

"Oh... Well, thank you!" He stammered, wanting to say more but worrying.

"You're wondering if I meant it all, aren't you?"

"Umm... Yeah? It's just, this never happens and I'm worried this is all a wind up."

She looked at him, a mixture of pity and something else on her face. "Well, rest assured I meant it. I'm probably going to sound pushy but are you free after school for that coffee?"

"Um...okay... yeah?" Tom was not expecting that. He expected to be told it was a wind up, a prank, some elaborate trick to make him look a fool in front of everyone. But to be told it wasn't? No computer game had prepared him for this!

"Meet you by the St Hearts sign after class then. See ya!" And with that, his 'A' mystery had been solved. And although he wouldn't admit it to himself, he was looking forward to later. Aneisha was one of those girls at St Hearts that were pretty, but definitely didn't act it, yet still confident in themselves, and although he may not always have remembered her name, there was no way that she'd gone unnoticed.

Sitting in the coffee shop, the two of them rambled about everything, from tests and homework to just how sane Mr Flatley really is. They were so engrossed in their conversations, and frankly too intrigued by one another to notice the blond boy stood behind the counter, smiling to himself.

She didn't believe you, did she? He thought to himself, but you convinced her, and look at them! His smile grew wider as he kept his head down, wiping the counter.

Good job Dan, another match made!

A/N: Hey! So first, apologies for not writing for ages, I've been all out of ideas for MI High, but then I had this idea and just took it where it led, and this was the outcome! And of course I hope everyone loved my new Toneisha, with a sprinkling of Dan! Please don't forget to review, I've had quite a few on various pieces over this "dry" ideas spell and they have reminded me just why I love to write. Thanks especially to J.A.5.M.1.N.3, who messaged me ages ago about writing more, and who's latest fic actually inspired me to write this idea for MI High. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed! G x