I wrote this one a couple months back so it's already done. I'll continue to post as long as at least one person reviews each chapter. This story had 9 chapters.

Chapter 1: Not Working With Thomas

Rosalina POV

"You'll be working with one partner." Mr. Bradwick announced to our 6th hour history class. I glanced across the room at Thomas, on of my best friends and the only one I ever talk to in this class. He nodded, agreeing to work with me. As Bradwick dismissed us, I pulled out my notebook and history book. Thomas slid into the empty seat next to me, resting his feet on top of his desk.

"So, you think I have a chance with Emily?" Thomas whispered as Mr. Bradwick pushed his feet off the desk. He turned to face me.

"Blonde or brunette?" I asked him as I finally turned to the right page.

"Brunette, she's a babe." Thomas smiled.

"No way, you might with the blonde though. She's pretty dumb." I told him, digging through his mess of a backpack for his book. "Neither one is as smart as me."

"Looks like someone's scared they won't have a partner if she digs me." Thomas said, punching my arm. I slapped his leg in return but he still had the guts to put his arm around me. "Don't worry; I would never ditch my number 1 girl."

"I'm your number one? Too bad you're my number 6." I shrugged with a laugh. "Now get your stuff out."

"Yeah, yeah; do you do this to Nat? You know, make him your bitch." He asked, searching his pockets for a pen.

"Nat's my boyfriend and yes, in English, I make him pay. Same with the rest of the guys." I told him.

"So what do you think of Nat's new song? And be honest." Thomas asked me. He was clearly avoiding doing work, it being the Friday before spring break.

"Which one? He has like 10 new ones." I asked sarcastically.

"What a feeling." He answered.

"To be honest, it needs some work." I confessed, putting away my books because we clearly weren't going to be getting any work done.

"I agree." He said, slinging his torn up backpack over his shoulder. We started to walk towards the door. "Do you know what time we leave for L.A?"

"Probably some ungodly hour like always. What seat number did you pull?" I asked as the bell rang, ending the school day. We started to walk to the front of the school.

"13A I think." Thomas answered. "Who's that by?"

"Alex." I told him. "Your gonna have a long ass plane ride."

"Great." He sighed as another one of our friends, David, came up on the other side of him.

"Hey guys." David said to us but I wasn't really paying attention. I was looking for my boyfriend. "He will be here in a minute, he's just talking to Mrs. Mides."

We continued to walk while Thomas complained to David about our history assignment and how hard it was. Thomas is really good at history but he should have listened to me when I told him not to take 11th grade history as a freshman. Someone snuck up behind me and grabbed my waist. I turned around to see my boyfriend of almost three years, Nat Wolff, smiling at me. He pulled me into a long kiss.

"Hey." I say after we pull apart. "Ready for L.A tomorrow?"

"Yes, I'm so tired of school. What seat did you pull?" Nat asked me as we parted from the guys towards the elementary door to pick up Nat's younger brother, Alex.

"15A, next to David. What about you?" I ask as he grabs my hand.

"14A, in front of you." Nat said as we stopped in front of Alex's locker to wait for him.