A/N: I apologize for the wait. Here is the book "Avalon High" (by Meg Cabot) told in A. William Wagner's point of view! (I've always wanted one of these, but since everyone else is clearly too lazy to write one, even though they like them too, then I'll write my own.)

A/N 2: You may see some similarities between the chapters of this story and Meg Cabot's book "Avalon High." I own none of it (I wish I did).

Avalon High: Will's POV – Chapter 1

"You know you're lucky, right?"

You can trust Lance Reynolds to see things that way. He's a guard on the football team, and he loves sailing, like I do.

But I'm not like that. I'm practical.

"Come on, Will," Lance said. He's my best friend. "So what if your dad wants you to attend the Academy? It's not a bad thing at all. Not many people go, anyway. It's a good thing."

Of course it's a good thing. He (both Lance and my dad) just overlooked the fact that maybe I don't want to go.

But there's no point in telling that to my dad. I did, and he just about freaked out. For me, attending the Naval Academy is the only option.

So I decided not to mention this fact to them.

"I'm going to go watch the games people are playing there," Lance told me, gesturing towards the fields where people at Anne Arundel Park in Annapolis, Maryland, were playing sports. "Want to come?"

"No thanks," I declined the offer.

"I'll go," Jennifer Gold, my girlfriend, offered. She smiled at both of us.

"Alright. I'll see you two soon." I watched them leave before leaving myself.

I passed the "Welcome to the Anne Arundel County Arboretum" sign into the forest in the park. I always went down towards the bottom of the ravine and sat on the huge rock there to think.

There's a secret shortcut there—if you pass by one of the particularly large trees with the small strip of bark shaped like a triangle hanging off it, there's a small space there where, if you duck, you can get down the path to the ravine pretty much unscathed.

So I went there, because that's where I often go to think.

I turned on my iPod and sat there, listening to the troubadour love ballads from medieval times. I don't why, but I'd always had a fascination for things to do with the medieval times. When I was younger, I always liked drawing knights in shining armor, castles, drawbridges, moats, and all that. Now I'm not nearly as interested, but, for some reason, I liked these songs.

Lance and Jen didn't know. And they wouldn't find out anytime soon, either. Lance would tease me to death and Jen would just add that bit of info to her list of reasons why she thinks I'm weird (it's a mental list, but I can tell it's getting pretty long already. The list started when I wanted to quit the football team to join the debate team. I suggested this to Jen, and she just looked at me like she was shocked and horrified, and like I was kidding. The sad part was, I really wasn't kidding).

Anyway, I usually think about my life. About my dad, who wants me to go to the Academy, my stepmom, Jean, Marco, my stepbrother, and the whole deal with my dad supposedly killing Marco's real dad.

My life seems seriously screwed up sometimes.

After a while, just sitting there, I thought I heard some rustling coming from the forest above the ravine, like someone was trying to get down. After a few minutes, I looked back up to check and see if anyone was there.

No one was.

It must have been my imagination.

Well, I decided to go find Lance and Jen, so I walked back up the hidden path out of the ravine, and I walked towards the sports fields.

I found them—they were arguing about something.

"Hey!" I called, speeding up. They both immediately stopped talking and looked at me in this sort of guilty way.

"Let's get out of here," I suggested, ignoring their strange behavior.

"Right with you," Lance agreed.

We were walking towards the parking lot when I saw her.

She was this really tall girl—only not as tall as me—with brown hair. She looked like the type of person who would just blend in with the crowd. She had headphones stuck in her ears, and she was running—she was probably one of the joggers.

She would have been described as ordinary by anybody else, but she just seemed to stick out, for me. I don't know why. She looked familiar, even though it was clear I'd never seen her before in my life. Because somehow, I knew that if I saw her before, I would have remembered her.

Don't ask me why, because I don't know why.

Lance and Jen were still arguing about something, but I didn't hear them. When she passed by, I smiled at her.

I don't know why I smiled at her, either. The corners of my mouth just kind of quirked up of their own will. I didn't make them do it.

She glanced at me and smiled back.

And for some reason, I kept on hoping to see her again.

Which is very confusing, considering I've only seen her once and smiled at her… and nothing else.

A/N: OK, that's the first chapter—in the book "Avalon High" that was the first two chapters. I'm not a guy (I bet you can tell from my pen name) so I really don't know how they act, and how their minds work, and all that. So I'm sorry if he doesn't act like an ordinary, popular teenage good guy.

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SR