[A/N: This was originally written about 3 months before I even got a FanFiction, so... about 5 months ago. I have to say it's not that good, even after I edited and edited and edited it for 3 days straight. Not to mention when I entirely rewrote this chapter. The next chapters WILL be better, hopefully, because I think Joesette is going to be my beta. Yes, this story was originally entitled "Sid's Girl" and was published in August, but I decided that was a lousy title, and it was even worse than this version. So I was like "screw it", and deleted it because I was all out of inspiration. But now I have all the next few chapters outlined and I'm most definitely not going to delete this again. So there you go, an explanation. ... That's all I have to say.]

Disclaimer: I don't own HA!. The title of this story, "I Never Saw You Coming", is a SHORT excerpt from the song "State of Grace" by Taylor Swift, which I don't own either.

Chapter 1: Unfairness

Rhonda Wellington Lloyd pushed through the doors of P.S. 118 one Friday morning, red Caprini boots clacking on the tile floor. Her parents had gotten her the new iCell 6.5 the day before for her 12th birthday, and she couldn't wait to show it off to everybody.

Rhonda made her way through the crowds of students before finally coming to her group of friends. "You look like Curly just called you and said he's moving away," Helga smirked, remarking on Rhonda's happy expression. "Or, for all I know, it could just be a new scarf." She turned to put in her locker combination.

"Nope, that's not it, but I wish." Rhonda replied. "It's this!" She took out her new phone and held it out for everyone to see. "Touchscreen, pull out keyboard, unlimited texting and calling, internet capabilities and 3G, and to top it all off, thousands of apps. And much more."

More and more students had started to crowd around, listening to Rhonda describe her new phone. "It has one of those Siri apps, too. Watch," Rhonda added. The selected the app and started to ask it a question. "Hey, Tim, what does Curly smell like today?" she asked her phone. Everyone started to crack up.

"Like rotten eggs." the phone replied in a boring monotone.

"Hey!" Curly shrieked angrily.

Principal Wartz came bounding down the hall to the group of kids. He stationed himself behind Rhonda and took her phone, lobbing it into a huge white garbage bag he had grasped in his other hand.

"Rule #32 of the P.S. 118 Official School Constitution: All electronic devices, including cell phones, will be confiscated by a member of staff." Wartz recited. Then he just calmly walked off.

"Totally unfair!" Rhonda muttered to herself. She opened her locker, got out her books for first period, and shut it with a click. When she turned back around, she was surprised to see none other than Sid standing there.

"I can get your phone back, for free-" Sid started.

That was all Rhonda needed. She cut him off, saying "Great! Go do that, then."

Sid rolled his eyes. "Can you shut up for a minute? Look, there's a favor I need from you."

"So, um, what exactly is this favor?" Rhonda asked, her lips twisting into a frown. She shifted her weight to her other leg and leaned against her locker.

"You have to pretend to be my girlfriend for a week!" Sid retorted, warming up to the idea. Oh no, not this again! Rhonda thought, bringing back the memory of what had happened in fourth grade. . . but then again, that little escapade with Curly hadn't actually turned out too badly.

"Fine, then," Rhonda told him, unable to look him in the eyes. "You win. I pretend to be your girlfriend until 8:00 next Friday morning."

"3:00!"

"1:00."

"2:00."

"Twelve noon."

"Deal."

"It's settled then," said Rhonda. "Twelve noon next Friday, we part ways."

"Whatever you say, Rhonda." said Sid, looking at his crush for 2 years wistfully. He took a ring of keys from his pocket and jingled them around, sending an echo through the nearly empty hallways. "Let's get this show on the road. I SWEAR you'll have your precious phone in the next half hour."

. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . HA!

It was Sunday night, two days after the little phone incident. Rhonda was lying on her bed, trying to do her science homework from Friday. She was a little freaked out about science ever since the teacher had told her class that they would be studying about reproduction soon.

Sid had sneaked into Principal Wartz's office, as promised, looked around, and had finally found Rhonda's phone. Speaking of which, it was vibrating that very minute. A text from Sid. . .

S: let's go over the plan again

Rhonda sighed. Just a little over an hour ago, Sid had sent her a flurry of text messages explaining what to do and how to act like his girlfriend the next day.

R: fine whatever

Rhonda hit SEND and angrily threw the phone across the room, where it landed on a stack of textbooks she'd brought home from school. Right then, the phone vibrated again.

It's gonna be a long night, she thought.

[A/N: There you go... it's not very good. Maybe I'll edit later. For the 100th time. Okay, that's a huge exaggeration.]