The high school was unremarkable beneath a dazzling blue sky. Slapped together with red bricks and mortar, it was an ordinary place. Trees were planted along the path leading up to the main entrance; bushes trimmed into neat rectangles made a border around the property. It was an average sight for all the students except for one: Drew Camellia.

Drew watched his mother speed off in her silver car, following the silver speck with his green eyes until it disappeared, before sighing. He shifted his red bag higher up on his shoulders and turned to look at Thompson Academy, his new school. Snorting at the absurdity of the name, which made it seem like a private school when it was clearly public, he walked slowly to the front doors.

Once inside, he kept his head up. He didn't want to look like a nerd on his first day. The worst way to do that would be by looking around anxiously. He put a cool expression on his face as he made his way to his first class, English 11. Drew had many talents, and one of them was an innate sense of direction. He had also memorised his class schedule in advance.

He strode through the empty halls, wrinkling his nose at the smell of textbooks and paper. He wanted to be outside. Drew didn't like being kept in a cage; school definitely qualified as a cage. He came to a halt in front of room 303. He knocked on the peeling orange door once and waited, the chattering of students filtering out from under the door.

"Hello there!" a tall man with a brown goatee opened the door and smiled down at him. Drew didn't smile back. "I presume you're the new student?"

Drew nodded and the teacher—Mr. Noah—gestured for him to follow into the classroom. Drew moved his feet after him obediently. The second he stepped into the classroom it was as if a plug had been pulled; all the talking came to a halt. Drew stood stiffly at the front of the room, making sure to keep his eyes on everyone. He saw expectant faces staring at him and a butterfly of anxiety began to flutter madly in his stomach.

"Class, this is our new student," Mr. Noah announced. "His name is—"the teacher paused, turning to Drew.

"Drew Camellia."

"Right. I expect all of you to make him feel welcome."

The bubble of silence burst and everyone began speaking rapidly. Drew had to resist smashing his head against a wall. So this was public school: a place full of idiots who couldn't stop talking for more than a few seconds. He narrowed his eyes at one girl who was staring at him intently; she looked away, pretending to search for something in her pencil case. Drew grinned inwardly. At least the girls here were cute.

"Class, could you—"Mr. Noah spoke up feebly, but the class continued chattering. Mr. Noah looked helplessly around the room and focussed pleading eyes on Drew. Drew brought his fingers to his lips and whistled a long, sharp note. Everyone stared at him, shocked.

Mr. Noah beamed at him with thanks and Drew averted his eyes. He didn't want this guy to start fawning over him. He hated teacher's pets and there was no way in hell that he was going to become one.

"As I was saying class, Drew needs somewhere to sit." Mr. Noah darted his eyes around the room and came to rest on the girl who had been staring at Drew earlier. "May, do you mind if Drew sits next to you?"

May kept her blue eyes fixed on her pencil case as she answered."No."

Drew made his way over to her and noticed suddenly that all the desks around May were empty. He would've thought she was a loner, but she was so pretty. There was no way that this girl could be an outcast. He slid himself into the desk next to her and gave her his most charming smile. She didn't seem to notice him and Drew tapped her shoulder. She looked up, her startled expression quickly being replaced by a blank look.

"Hey, you're May right? Thanks for letting me sit here."

He wasn't sure if she replied or not because the class had once again exploded into a flurry of laughter and noise. Drew leaned back in his desk and stared up at the fluorescent lights. One of them was flickering on and off; he knew he would be driven crazy by this before the end of class. He tore his eyes away from the repetitive blinking and glanced sideways at May. She was looking at him the same way.

"Do you like what you see?" Drew asked, raising an eyebrow.

She glared at him. "No. "

"What's wrong?" Drew was taken aback by the ice flakes her eyes had become. "Am I not up to your standards or something?"

"Class, please settle down and do your worksheets," Mr. Noah said from his desk, barely audible over the roar of the students. No one paid him any attention.

"You're just another one of those guys," May nearly snarled, shaking her head so that her brunette hair flew around her face.

"Excuse me?" Drew stared at her. No girl had ever spoken to him like that before and he was sure he didn't like it. "Why are you so bitter?"

For a moment her mask of anger slipped and Drew saw something intangible in her eyes. She looked...scared. He blinked and the mad look reappeared. She opened her mouth as if to speak, and then shut it, returning to her drawing. Drew watched her sketch furiously and was surprised to find himself speak up.

"What's that?" He nodded towards her paper.

She covered it with her arm and scowled at him. "Nothing a pretty boy like you would be interested in."

Drew rolled his eyes and pretended to become absorbed in looking at the light again. May returned to her sketch and Drew waited for the right moment to strike. He became distracted by the tendrils of hair that were hanging over her ocean colored eyes. He wanted to brush the brown strands away; he knew that was a good flirting move. But for this particular girl, he was afraid that his hand would be bitten off.

May looked away from her paper for a split second and Drew snatched it from her. She let out a frustrated sound and grabbed for it. Drew blocked her with his body and glanced at the drawing.

"Give it back, you ass!" May growled.

"This is really good. You got the shape of the petals right and everything," Drew replied, still contemplating the sketch of a rose covered with dew drops. "Have you practiced a lot?"

May tore the paper away from him and shoved it into her binder. Drew closed his eyes and prepared himself for a verbal bitch slapping wearily, but none came. He opened his eyes and saw May looking at him curiously, all traces of rage gone from her pixie face.

God, she was hot.

"Do you really like it?" her voice was soft and hesitant and Drew felt the need to be careful. She appeared as if she would shatter if he said the wrong thing.

He smiled at her."Yeah, I really do. You have talent. I know 'cause I'm a garde—my mom's a gardener. You drew the perfect rose."

"You're a gardener?"

"No." He laughed loudly, trying to quell his embarrassment. "I said my mom is."

She gave him a skeptical look and he shrugged.

"Believe what you will, May."

"Okay." She brought the rose sketch out again and slid it towards him. "You can have this, if you want."

"A present for me, huh? You like me that much already?" Drew teased. May sputtered with indignation and tried to take her paper back. "I'm just kidding! I'll take care of it."

Their eyes met and Drew felt his stomach twist in a weird way. This was new; maybe he had eaten something bad for breakfast. He kept his eyes on hers until she blinked. May giggled nervously and the bell rang.

Drew stood up and slung his backpack over his shoulders. He began to walk away when he felt a hand tug at the sleeve of his purple jacket. He paused and saw May standing behind him.

"Yeah?"

She shrugged. "Well, since you're new, I could show you around or something. It would be sad if you got lost."

Drew cursed inwardly. He was an imbecile for having done it again. He had made another girl fall in love with him. It wasn't something he meant to do; he just enjoyed seeing girls smile and making them happy. Drew had never liked any of the girls he had flirted with; May wasn't any different. Drew hesitated, looking at at May's hopeful face carefully, before he nodded once.

"That would be nice."

Drew Camellia, known as "That Evil Cheating Sociopath Bastard Player", among other names at his old school, was going to break another heart.

A/N: Oh my, what have I done? I've started another Pokemon fanfic, that's what. I think I may be driven crazy by doing two stories at once but we'll see. I hope this will be entertaining! I have many ideas for where this could go. Leave a review and tell me what you think, okay? ;D Oh, and I made up Drew's last name. Look it up if you want to know what it means! There will be..quite a few shippings in Roses & Romeos. Dawn, Brock, Ash, Paul, Misty, and Gary will definitely appear; look forward to seeing which couples get together!

I DON'T OWN POKEMON, NO MATTER HOW MUCH I WOULD LIKE TO.