I slammed my locker shut, spun, and slid down the wall. Ugh... I so did not want to be here. I took a deep breath, straightened up and rearranged my books. Mr. Becks class was across the hall, and I wove my way through a mass of people into the room. I dropped my pile of books on my desk, and moved to take my seat when I realized I needed to go to the office. I had been sick yesterday- I had a note to give them.

I spun and pulled it out of my pocket, and walked to the door. Just as I reached to open it, someone opened it from the other side and walked through- straight into me. They sent me flying back to land on my butt. I cursed under my breath, and looked up to see the guy who slammed into me. He was a well muscled guy, with twinkling eyes and blonde-brown hair. I suppose I would have thought him good looking if I hadn't been pissed off.

"Oh, I'm sorry, here let me help you... I'm Dylan, here..." he said, reaching his hand out to help me up. I glared at him, and distinctly shoved my hand into the floor and got myself up. I shouldered by him (even if it was quite a failure, because my shouldering by him meant bonking my shoulder into his elbow. He was over a head taller than me. Stupid tall guys...) and walked out the door.

Chapter 1

Dylan's POV:

I watched the girl leave the room. She was a little girl, very small... Skinny and maybe 5' tall. Her black hair fell straight, just past her shoulders, and her eyes didn't seem capable of choosing a color. Violet, blue, grey? I watched the door for a minute, before turning to the class and finding an empty desk.

The boy who was next to me leaned over. His hair was blonde and spiked with red, and he was dressed like a punk. "Don't worry about her. She's always moody with people... I'm Duncan, by the way," he said.

"What's her name?" I asked, turning my attention back to the door.

He laughed. "Fallen under her spell already, have you? Her name is Alix. Don't waste your time with her, though. She may look like some little girl you can just take away with you, but I'm telling you- she could kick your ass. What can you bench? Like, 350? I'd bet she's tougher than you, all packed into a little body. She's probably in your league, all muscled as you are, but again, don't waste your time."

"Alix..." I looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "You sound like you speak with experience."

"Yeah. Humiliation is the best teacher, apparently." He smirked. "Some people don't learn the lesson, though. Watch." he pointed to the door, as the girl – Alix – walked back in and she took her seat. A big guy, football player probably, slid into the desk next to her. He reached out and touched a lock of her hair. I stiffened and then chided myself – jealous already?

"I will give you until the count of three to get your hand OFF my hair, Jared, until I beat your face in," she said. I relaxed a bit.

"Ah, you know you like it." He shoved his fingers in and tangled them in her hair.

"One,"she said. I could see tension in her shoulders.

"Cmon. How about you and me, tonight, at 8? There's a movie."

"Two..."

"Ya know ya wanna!"

"Three!" she reached out, snapped his arm away and out of her hair, twisted it behind his back, and flipped him out of his desk and to the ground. She stood and placed her foot squarely on his chest, "Touch me again and I won't go so easy on you."

"whoa, she kicks ass..." I whispered. "you were right."

The door banged open, and in strode the man I assumed to be the teacher. Behind him followed someone I never really expected to see- Iggy. The teacher took one look at Alix and Jared, and sighed. "Miss Airrose, can you go one day without knocking Mr. Martin to the ground? I'm aware he probably deserved it, but just once." Alix smiled, and took her foot off Jared's chest, and returned to her seat. Jared got up and also got in his seat. And just like that, the professor started class.