Hi, Nice to you people :D This is the start of a set of stories that are not too long or too short. This story, boy I like it, and man I would really like to came entirely from me. I actually was inspired by another Fan Fiction: Chasing Thunderstorms by Foxy'Girl (A Hiccstrid How to train your Dragon FF). If you had read that you can see where the inspiration comes from. Anyways, hope you enjoy it :D

The wind was a refreshing feeling. When she was running, the world could end right there, right then and she would not care. She would die doing what she loves the most.

Electrifying. Yeah. That was the appropriate word to describe the feeling. All of her worries, all of her stress shook away from her, discharging, spreading around her, leaving her body and allowing her to feel the breeze.

She had to run faster. Her legs were on fire, but she had to run faster. She looked to her right. Veronica was almost catching up, that little twerp was getting better day after day.

Amber was still behind, but she knew her type. She would run slowly enough to be taken lightly, but when last 100 meters come, she would whined up using the spare energy she had been storing to get to the finish line first. She was not going to lose. Not now, not ever.

"Come oooooon!" Star yelled, feeling as if her legs were about to fall off.

Every step hotter that the previous one, the way her feet coordinated to move forward. She would win! She would win! 20 meters. 10 meters. She was at least 1 meter ahead from Veronica and it seems that Amber just realized her mistake.

It's done.

Star Butterfly crossed the finish line first of an 800 meters race, in an attempt to break her own record.

Breathless, she stood by her coach. "How...how did I do?" She zipped water in an attempt to win her own instincts, and not to puke. God, she hated when she puked out of nothing. Especially when running was involved.

"2.05 minutes, Butterfly. Good job. You've got a 5 second improvement" the large man spoke, coach Watterson. He has been training Star ever since she entered highschool in an attempt to get her to participate into national competitions. Fortunately, the girl was living up to the expectations.

"Good... I...hell yeah..." Star motioned, clutching and massaging her legs lightly. Now she would be able to go home and eat something. She was famished.

"Star, before you go, could I speak to you real fast?" Watterson asked, his gaze never leaving the IPad he was typing the scores in. This generation and their technology...

Star only nooded as she stepped away towards the field's bathroom, wanting to change from her sweaty and smelly clothes. She really did hated sweating. That is why she usually wore shorts that were only long enough to cover half of her thigh, along with a pink V neck shirt. Why V neck? Because it was comfortable...and because it's not like her chest were big enough to be appealing. But mostly because it's comfortable.

"Star is really a force to be recon with, uh?" Some girl spoke from the other side of the stall she was currently in.

"Yeah... I honestly thought I had her. I was steps away from surpassing her." Star smiled, content that her utterly crushing her competition was being acknowledge.

"One day Ver, one day. By the way, speaking of Star, she broke up with Justin!" Here we go again...

"Really?! Why?! And most importantly, is he available?" Oh my God...

"Well, it said that Miss Perfection did not want to kiss him on the first date." Miss Perfection? A fitting name.

"Whaaaat?! Is she crazy?! If I had a date with the school's football star, I would literally rip his clothes off in the first date!" This is why she does not like hanging out with her teammates.

"Some other people say that Justin was intimidated by her." Oh yeah, he's was a wimp. Doing all she asked just to get into her pants.

"Can't blame him. She is scary at a times."

"D'you think?"

"Have you never seen how she glares at anyone who is in some sort of competition with her?" She doesn't do that. Not often at least.

"Give her a break, with parents like those, you probably want to shot yourself too."

"That does not excuse her poor excuse for friends that she has and her attitude." Ok, that was enough.

Star stepped out of the stall she was standing in, glaring at her teammates. Fear. She knew they were afraid. Her eyes had a deadpanned look to them, impossible to deduct an emotion. Perfect.

She moved closer to them. They moved slightly backwards. This was delightful. Star smiled, standing up straight, figuratively towering over them. One more step. Another step backwards.

This continued until a few seconds later, the girls hit the walls behind them.

"Were talking about me, Ver? Amber?" They hated her smile. How could she smile like that.

"W-we...mmm, you see, I-"

"Were you? It's a simple yes or no question." It was the only way for them to understand.

"We..."

"Answer me!" No one could talk shit about her friends. No one.

"Butterfly! Come out of the bathroom already! I need to speak to you!" They were so lucky.

Once more she glare at them, smiling, calmly exiting the room.

"A-and don't come back!" Veronica cried in irony.

"...just don't, Ver."

Welp, that was it. She was finally going to be elected captain of the season, her moment of glory was coming soon and she could feel it!

...or at least that's what she thought her coach was going to tell her.

"What?! I'm out of the team?!"

"I did not say out of the team, just suspended." Watterson clarified.

The teen let out a groan. "What is the damn difference?! Three weeks! That is all we have until the BIG day! Why would you suspend me?!" Star tried to contain herself, obviously failing at it.

"Star-"

"Was it because I pushed Jane out of the way when I won?!"

"No, Star-"

"Because I punched that kid in the face a week ago?!"

"Listen Butterfly-"

"Was it because of that rock that hit your car's window?!"

"No Star...you did that?! Look, whatever, it's because of your grades! Arithmetics specifically."

That was when the coach lost her. Her grades? Really? She had bad grades?! Her homeworks are perfect! And she partially understood everything about Arithmetics! Partially.

The man let out a sigh. "I really did not want to do this. I just don't know what happened to you. It's true, your exercises and homework seem to be perfect. But during class you are always doodling and not paying attention..." Not her fault it was so damn boring.

"...you seem to be pretty good, but during last week's test, you got an F. An F, Star." Great, another adult that wants her to be Miss Perfection.

"I want you to study, since next in two weeks you have scheduled your last Arithmetics exam. If you fail, you're out until you improve."

"Wait! I don't have time to do that! I need to train remember?! I need-"

The large man stepped closer to her, actually invading her privacy. She hated when anyone did that. "You need to study Star. That's what you need."

And so, he turn around and left. Crappity crap. How the heck was she going to study? She had never done those dumb homeworks. They are for nerds and...

Star let out a sigh, realizing what she had to do in order to pass. "Diaz..." She hissed, as she headed towards the school building.

"So? What d'you get?" Marco happily asked Ferguson and Alfonzo, having just received they're test's grade.

The two looked at they smarty pants friend, annoyance radiating from them.

"Don't wanna tell me? Guess what I got?" He grinned. He loved to tease them like these, they get so mad.

"Ok Marco, we get it, you got an A. No need to brag about it." Alfonzo said.

"Actually he does, it had been established in the sacred document of the Bros Against The World and Society, article 5, section 3, lin-"

"Ok fine! It's cool, brag on." Alfonzo interrupted Ferguson, who was pulling the massive boom out of his backpack. Why would he always carry such a book?

Marco chuckled as he made his way towards his locker. This wasn't so bad. Echo Creek's HighSchool is not the best, but in a year or so he would be out and his buddies will be along with him. How he wanted that day to come sooner, so he would forget of the jokes, racism about his race and-

"Oh no, Marco, here come Star..." Ferg whispered to him, tightly holding onto Marco's hoddie. The day was going so smoothly...

"Diaz!" Star yelled, as she approached the little group like a hungry tiger. Deep breaths Marco, deep breaths.

"Marco, she's gonna kill us!"

"No she won't, just stand still."

"When will she leave us be?!"

"She only pesters me guys, what are you complaining about?"

"She's scary" Ferg said. "Very" Alfonzo added. "Stand up to her!" Ferg continued. "Yeah do thaaaaa- she's here."

"Hey guys." The intimidating girl said, her voice awkwardly echoing into the boy's mind. She wanted the other to guys to leave.

The three of them gulped. "Well Star, it was nice to see you, you look great by the w-"

"Just go." Star said, same as before.

"Bye Marco!" The boys sang at unison, waving it their fallen friend.

Marco rolled his eyes, betrayed and alone to face the behemoth, figuratively of course, Star was actually very thin and fit, but still scary as all hell.

The young Latino sighed. "What is it now, Star?"

The girl limited herself to raise her left eyebrow to then change her center of gravity to her hips. There she goes again, using her beauty as a weapon. Yes, Marco was not afraid to admit it, Star Butterfly was gorgeous, and although he had to fallen to her appearances before, he would not do it again.

"It's you, you idiot. You did too good in my homework and that screwed me up."

Ok, this one was new. Too good? "Pardon me?" Marco chuckled.

"You heard me, you nerd. Since you did good on my written homeworks, my coach came to expect too much on my actual performance in the Arithmetics test..." She hated having to admit that she screwed up. That she was not the girl she tried so hard to build a reputation for. She hated especially how she looked at her.

"Let me guess, you failed the test and now you won't be able to run." She also hated how good he was at reading through her.

He is laughing. "Does it seem funny to you, Diaz? You know I could beat you up for this, right?" She had no control over him. And she hated it.

"What do you want me to do about it? It's not my fault you don't know how to study." He knew he making a step that was far longer than his leg. He will regret this, but it's too late now, Ferguson was right, he had to stand up to her.

Star clicked her tongue before continuing. "Make me a guide! Think of something! I want a way to pass it, so get to work!" She did not want to see him right now, as her blood was boiling with rage. How dare he?! How dare-

"No!" He has done it. He stood up to her. Now it was time to die.

Star stopped on her tracks, quietly admiring the crowed around her. When did all these people gathered? Did he seriously refused her request in front of all this people?! They were talking, whispering. No. She was going to get this right.

Marco carefully looked at the gorgeous girl turn around with deadly eyes. Slightly trembling, he straighten himself. Deep breaths, Marco. Deep breaths. "What did you say?" She said with a monotone voice.

"I-I said n-no. I won't do you any more favors. Or anything else. We are done, Star." That came out weird, almost as if they were breaking up. Which of course would be impossible. Marco Diaz and Star Butterfly together? They can't even be friends, how could they ever be a couple?! Ok, hold up, this is out of topic.

Star invaded his personal space. She hated doing that, but this was an exception. "Did you forget of our deal, Diaz?!" Star whispered. "Apart for the fact that I'm gonna beat you to a pulp, I'm going to tell her everything. And then I'm going to beat you up some more."

Think Diaz, think! Don't say the first thing that comes to mind, do anything but that! "Do your worst, Butterfly. I'm gonna tell her tomorrow myself."

What? What did he just say? He... "You don't have the balls." She hissed. She hated this! She hated this so much.

"You are invited to come see, Star. I'm Mexican, a romanticist by nature. Trust me, I'll find my way." He had done it. Now he was going to die.

Star looked at him, puzzled. What is going on today? Why would Diaz confess? She did not want him to do it! Not now at least...

Then she realized what was going on. His eyes. They look very different that usual. He was sure of himself. Confident. What... His eyes were oddly hypnotizing.

"Diaz. You-!"

"Hey Star! Marco!" The voice came from behind Star, interrupting her, prompting her to turn around.

Jackie Lynn Thomas. "How you guys doing?" She innocently asked.

Marco felt his cheeks burning, she was so incredibly charming and gentle. Of course, Star noticed it, and that annoyed her to no end. "We are doing great Jackie, how about you?" Star responded from the two of them. Yeah, as if he was really going to confess, when he can't even speak to her properly.

Jackie smiled, content that her two friends. Were hanging out. She really thought they liked each other. None of them had the heart to tell her that they didn't.

Star stared at Marco once more. His face. His eyes lost the confidence he had just archived a minute ago. She could not bear looking anymore. "Actually, I have to go home now. See you tomorrow Jackie. I'll be talking to you later, Diaz." So charming, a smile that did not actually reflect what she was feeling. She was good at faking.

Here we go again.

"How do you excuse yourself, Star?" Her mother, Moon Butterfly firmly said while pacing back and forth.

"I don't really like Arithmetics, what can I tell you?" Star responded. First stage, realization on how bad our daughter is: start.

"You should've put more effort into it! Do you know how embarrassing it was when your teacher called and said told me what your grade was?!" Her father, River Butterfly, angrily asked. Her family's names are so weird. Still, very cute.

"Speaking of which, why would they call you?"

"Do not change subject!" Stage two, blame it on the thing she loves: start.

"It's all because you only worry into the futile activity of running! That will not help you become smarter! That will not help you do anything during your entire life!" Her mother begun. They were trying to crush her spirit. Damn it.

"Do you know how hard it for us to keep you in that school?" Stage three, guilt: start.

"Not too hard really, we are rich. You're the city's Mayor..."

"So what?! Do you think just because we can afford it, you can fail as many times you want? Mediocrity is not an option Star!"

"Why can't you be more like Marco Diaz?" Stage four, last stage, compare to Marco Diaz: start.

"Diaz..." Star hissed.

"What d'you say?" Her father asked.

"Tortillas. What about Diaz?"

"You used to spend so much time with him, did you learned nothing from him?!" Her mother continued.

"I spent time with him because you were friend with his parents!" Angela and Rafael Diaz were entrepreneurs on the Mexican cousine which 'enriched' the town's cultural diversity.

"That is not the point! You have to improve! Go." That was it. They would say nothing more.

Star stood up from the punishment couch and head towards her room. She wanted to cry, but she did not. He wanted to call Pony, but right now she did not want to have her over energetic friend on the phone. She could also call Jackie. But she would not understand. That girl was truly perfect. And had enchanted everyone. Even Diaz.

Speaking of him, what the heck happened? Why was he the only idiotic kid to not fear her?! Ever since they were small, in the dumb reunions that hers and his parents would organize, he never bended to her intimidations. She had always managed to make people around her 'fear' her. That's what her parents had taught her to do. If you want to be successful, they HAVE to fear you. But he was different, he was never afraid. His parents are just like him, maybe that's why her parents are such good friends with them.

But she hated Marco. The boy was smart, talented, speaks Spanish, sings, plays guitar, karate expert and above all, the thing she hated the most, he grew up to be very handsome. She did not wanted to feel attracted by him. Ever. But how could she do that? By making him fear her. But that never happened.

So she found another way. She discovered Diaz's crush. Her friend Jackie. This was perfect. He was a wimp around her! It was so obvious. And so, she used this information to blackmail him. That worked great! She had finally bested Diaz, had her parents approval on school and could do whatever she wanted. Well, that date with Justin was dumb, but whatever. She also hoped her ex, Tom, would stopped texting her. Of course, all was very minor, her life was truly great. But that stupid test! It ruined everything. And she felt like crap. And she needed help. Worst part is, she could not tell anyone, but Diaz. She knew he would not tell.

She could say whatever negative thing about the boy that she wanted, but that he does not keep his promises. He promised not to tell anyone. But that will be to no avail if she does not passes the exam. She needed Diaz. But she does not know how.

Star rolled around, setting her face onto her pillow, rubbing the pink hearts on her cheeks. They were warm. And wet. Was she crying? Damn it.

She needs to run. That is the only thing that gives her a drive to wake up in the morning and go to school. She needed Diaz... But if he actually told Jackie about his crush on her did... Hold on! He probably didn't! Jackie would have called!

She knows what to do!

"Star! Hi, mija! How are you?!" Rafael Diaz greeted Star he enwrapped her in a huge warm hug.

"H-hi Mr Diaz, glad to see you too."

"My, you look very sweaty, dear. Did you run to our house?" Mrs Diaz approached, joining the hug with some reluctancy.

"Pfft, yeah, it was only 6.5 miles (10 km)? Easy." Star said trying to free herself from the hug. She actually really like Marco's parents. They were sweet and caring.

"So what brings you here, sweety? You wanted to eat something? We had quesadillas for dinner." Mrs Diaz offered, but Star politely declined.

"I actually wanted to speak with Marco, is he home?"

"You guys suck...why?! You escaped!...I know but..." Marco spoke to Alfonzo through the phone, having already changed on his Pajamas, ready to go to bed.

"Yes you do..." The boy entered his room, too focuses on the call to care of his surroundings.

"Hey Diaz." Said a nonchalant Star, laying on Marco's bed while juggling some marbles that she found onto the desk.

"Hey Star...Look, all I'm saying is that is should be too...did I? When did I say Star's name? I-" then he look at his bed.

Star Butterfly. No, not a Star or a Butterfly. Star Butterfly was laying on his bed with jogging clothes, wetting his sheets. Star. Butterfly.

"... I'll call you later guys." Marco calmly said, actually surprising the girl. He did not freak out.

And so Marco hanged up. "What are you doing in my room?! Why are you so sweaty?! Who let you in?! Why are you on my bed?!" Oh no, there he was.

Star calmly stood up, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for the boy to calm down himself.

"Done?"

"Done."

"You're parents let me in, they told me to wait in your room, I have been running, also I have to speak to you...never had a sweaty girl on your bed before?" While a bit inappropriate, she could not pass the opportunity to embarrass Diaz. Pfft, Marco making a girl sweaty... Yeah... Was it getting hotter in the room?

Of course the young Latino's cheeks were bombarded with blood, prompting him to cover his face and desperately try to find a way to respond. Damn it Butterfly! You're a jerk, but you are also extremely pretty, with those pink hearts on your cheeks! Couldn't she just be ugly and a jerk?!

"M-me? O-of course. Lots of girls." Marco half-assed an answer. Crap.

"Mmm. Look Diaz, I'm gonna cut the chase and go straight to the point. I need your help."

Apparently, talking other than his non existent sexual life was actually calming down poor ol' Marco. "Oh really, you did not make that clear enough this afternoon at school."

Here goes again. With his stupid eyes. "I will not beat you up so no worries. I want a truce."

"A truce."

"Do I have to say it a second time?"

"Just tell me, Star, it's kinda late."

"I have something that you might want in exchange of your help." She said, leaning forward, peaking into Marco's interest.

"What would that be?"

"I'll help you hook up with Jackie." She tried to smile, but couldn't quite get it right. Why?

"Really?" He seemed to have ignored the weird smile. That's ok, though.

"I wouldn't be here if I was lying. I might as well wait until tomorrow if I was to lie." She's got a point.

"But why? You can get some other nerd to do it."

"Because I don't want anyone else to know that I need help. You kept your promise." She was right. He never told a soul that he was the one doing Arithmetics homework for Star Butterfly. He never had the intention to, either.

"So you trust me?"

Star closed her eyes and sighed. "Yeah."

"I also, really want to run, Diaz. I need to run. And if the only way for me to run it's by passing that dumb exam in two weeks time, I will need you." For some reason, to Marco at least, it sounded oddly romantic. Maybe that's why he was flushing so much.

"And you'll help me with Jackie?"

"All the way through." She bit her tongue.

"And I will have to teach you Math."

"I sure hope so."

"You will have to do as I say Star." A pit opened in Star's stomach. She has to. She needs to.

"Yes."

"With my schedules and rules, everyday."

She no longer had practice yes, but why everyday? "Everyday? Why?!"

"How much do you know on the subject?" He got her.

Star only looked down. "Ok."

This was incredible. Star was actually listening to him. She was not demanding his help, she was asking. She also being polite. She seemed so fragile. So defeated. Maybe...maybe he had to cheer her up?

"Star..."

"Yes, Diaz?"

"I will make sure you pass."

Warmth? Yes, it was heat what she was feeling. In her chest, head and her body. His eyes were still the same. This is a nice kind of warmth. She was smiling too.

"Nice pajamas."

"They are the best kind." He smiled confident on his decision of wear.

"Diaz?"

"Yes?"

"Could you give me a ride home?"

"Alright Star."