A/N: Well this is a story about the Bohemians in Highschool (Duh!) Eventually all the cannon couples will happen, but as of write now Maureen just dumped Mark and April and Roger are together.

Here are the Boho's Grades:

Freshmen: Mimi and Maureen

Sophmores: Angel, April, and Allison (she and Benny are nice in this story)

Juniors: Mark, and Collins

Seniors: Roger, Benny, and Joanne

On with the story!

Maureen Johnson stood by the door of room 204, waiting impatiently for her first period biology class to begin. Suddenly a hand grabbed her shoulder and spun her around. "Ahh!" she screamed, more surprised than scared.

"What, no hello for you old buddy?" asked the owner of the hand, her neighbor Tom Collins who was like an older brother to her.

"Hey, Collins!" she exclaimed, getting over her shock.

"Mo, we haven't talked since school started!" he said. "Fill me in."

"Well, what do you want to know?"

"Everything!" he exclaimed as though it were obvious. "Who your new friends are, what clubs and teams you want to join, what you think of your teachers, what classes you're taking, what you think of high school… Mo, this is your Freshman year. Your one big chance to establish yourself as a Bohemian. How can you expect me not to take an interest?"

"Well…" Maureen started, not totally sure where to begin on 'everything,' "High school is much cooler than Middle School, that's for sure. We have much more freedom." She tried to remember what all he wanted to know. "Umm… well I want to join the Speech and Debate Team, and be in the plays. Oh, and play softball, and be class president. Of course, I might try out for the dance team too… or maybe the choir instead, or maybe both…"

She trailed off. Collins laughed. "Are you trying to be the next Joanne Jefferson or something?"

"Who's Joanne Jefferson?" asked Maureen who had been valiantly trying to meet as many people as she could for the last week and hadn't run across anyone by that name.

"Joanne's a Senior," Collins explained. "She's the smartest person in her class… I can say that only since I'm a Junior, so she's not competing with me to be smartest. Anyway she's the captain of the Speech and Debate Team, she plays volleyball, she's the president of the student body, she writes a column for the school newspaper, she's a student ambassador to the Parent Teacher Association, and I don't even know what else she does."

"Wow," said Maureen. "I don't think I'll try to do that much, I just want to have fun… and be well known of course."

"That's my girl." The bell rang and Collins ruffled her hair and walked off, laughing at her indignant expression as she walked into biology trying to fix her hair and make a grand appearance, all while wondering when she might meet this Joanne Jefferson person.

Maureen wondered if her Algebra classroom moved. Everyday single day this week she had gotten lost on her way there. She decided to try to use landmarks to find it. "Let me see here… past the potted plant… oh, wait that's the way to health. Down these stairs… no … back up … there's Mrs. Pink's room. I think I'm going the right way…just around this corner…"

Upon turning the corner Maureen was blocked by a ring of large boys, surrounding two smaller figures. "Excuse me, but I think you lot should get to class." She said, trying to break up what appeared to be a bullying session.

"And I think we should be here teaching this pretty boy that we don't accept his kind, or would it be her kind?"

The bullies followers guffawed and pointed, but one of the figures in the center of the circle bravely said, "I'm more of a man than you'll ever be, and more of a woman than you'll ever get."

The bully was clearly none to bright for it took him several minutes to understand these words, but once he did he clearly took umbrage for he growled and stepped closer to the center of the circle, flexing his muscles.

"Leave Angel alone!" exclaimed the other figure in the center of the circle who Maureen suddenly recognize as Mimi Marquez, a girl in her history class.

"Yeah!" exclaimed Maureen, barging in front of the bully and blocking his path, her courage fueled by Mimi's courage and her own sense of injustice.

The bully knocked her aside and she fell into the wall where she banged her head on the wall to the great amusement of the bullies followers and sympathy from Mimi and Angel.

"You see," explained the bully, seemingly oblivious to the pain shooting through Maureen's body. "We'll forgive you girls for trying to defend your even girlier friend since you're Freshmen, but since he's a sophomore he need to know that that sort of thing is not tolerated here."

It looked as though things were about to turn nasty, but at that point two Seniors- a cute boy with light brown shaggy hair and a leather jacket and a black girl with frizzy hair who was dressed conservatively- and rounded the corner.

Seeing and assessing the situation in a flash the guy pushed the bully and his followers out of the way roughly and helped their three victims to their feet.

"Davis, this isn't fair. We were just trying to-" said the bully

"Stuff it and pick on somebody your own size," said the girl, her voice full of disdain. "Just because you have low self-esteem doesn't mean we should all have to suffer."

"I'm bleeding!" exclaimed one of the bully's followers. "Someone will hear about this and mark my words, you'll be in deep trouble!"

"If you tell anyone, you'll be the one in trouble. Harassment is against school rules too," the girl countered.

"And no teacher would ever believe you over Joanne," said the boy as if this closed the case."

Apparently it did for with that the boys slinked off, muttering threateningly among themselves.

"Sorry, about them," said the girl. "They're total losers. Nobody likes them, but they show up at quite a few parties anyway. Every week they pick somebody new to bully. I guess, you're just lucky this time." She smiled wryly. "Anyway, are you okay?"

"Fine," all three victims muttered. "Thanks for, well…" Angel trailed off.

"It's okay. My pleasure in fact. If it helps, which it might not, you can all sit with us at lunch in case they come back."

"We should probably all get to class now," pointed out Mimi, "so, I'll see you all at lunch."

"Great!" said the girl, before hurrying off.

"Wait!" exclaimed Maureen. There was something about this girl that fascinated her, she knew she would see her at lunch, but she had to know now. "What's your name?"

"Joanne Jefferson," she shouted over her shoulder and the buzz of people and with that she was gone.

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