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Sixteen year-old Gaston Framagucci flopped into his desk. He despised world history. It wasn't the teacher or the subject he disliked, just the fact that he didn't know anyone in the class. He had first period English with his brother, Art, and second period physics with his sister's nerdy little boyfriend, Cornelius Robinson. Gaston liked the kid well enough. But he was totally alone in third period world history.

"Gaston!"

Gaston turned at the sound of his name. It was that blond boy two seats over whose name he could never remember. The kid was your quintessential yuppie, complete with pique knit shirt and khaki chinos. He was also a complete moron, and Gaston had the misfortune of having two classes with him this semester.

"Did you do those test corrections for math?"

Gaston rolled his eyes. It was well known that Gaston made the highest grades in math, English, and physics at Joyce Williams High. Therefore everyone used him as their own personal tutor. "Yeah."

"Can I see what you did?" The boy gave him his most charming smile.

Gaston smirked. "You got ten bucks?"

The boy's simpering grin crumpled into a scowl. "Dude, are you serious?"

Gaston raised an eyebrow. "Dude, do you want Mommy and Daddy to find out that their precious little Ivy-Leaguer flunked pre-Calc?"

Grumbling, the boy reached in his wallet and plucked out a ten. He crumpled it up and threw it at Gaston. Gaston tossed him the test corrections.

"The answers better be right, Framagucci," the boy growled. Gaston gave him a knowing smile.

"Trust me. They are."

"Whatever," the boy scoffed, "I'll give them back to you at lunch."

Gaston turned back to his desk. His World History teacher, Ms. West, came bustling through the classroom door, her arms loaded with papers.

"Alright, everybody! Sit down and hush up!" She had to practically shout over the mindless chatter and giggling of her students. Everyone immediately stopped; Ms. West was not one to be tested.

"Thank you," she said, "Now, we have exactly thirty-five minutes to finish up with the East India Trading Company before we move on to the next--" Her statement was interrupted by a soft knocking at the door. "Enter!" she called before chugging the remainder of her coffee.

The door swung open to reveal a girl, a freshman from the looks of her. Gaston eyed her curiously. She was cute; short with curly brown hair and big doe eyes. A group of boys at the back of the room cackled and made crude remarks. Gaston growled. She was probably his sister Franny's age! What a bunch of sickos!

"Can I help you?" Ms. West asked.

"I'm Wilhelmina Collisky…" She said, handing Ms. West her a yellow transfer form. The girl had a strong, almost Romanian accent.

"Oh! The new girl! How exciting! Where are you from Wilhelmina?"

The girl shifted her backpack. "Hungary," she murmured, "and I go by Billie."

Ms. West smiled and waved her arm at the class. "Well, Billie from Hungary, have a seat. Anywhere is fine with me. I don't have time to mess around with seating charts. Anyway the East India Trading Co. was founded in--"

Ms. West continued on with her lesson as Billie picked her way across the classroom. Gaston could tell she was shy; she immediately gravitated towards the back of the room. Just as she was about to sit, one row over form Gaston, the dark haired boy at the next desk put his feet in the chair.

"This seat's taken." He gave her an evil grin.

"I don't see anyone," Billie said quietly.

Ms. West turned from the whiteboard to see what the problem was. She sighed.

"Jeremy, don't be a jerk. Move and let her sit. I swear, is chivalry dead?"

"It's fine," Billie said. She moved to sit in the seat in front of Gaston. Just then, Gaston watched as Jeremy stuck his leg out to trip her. Gaston reached out and caught her arm before she fell. Billie gripped his wrist and regained her balance.

Ms. West once again turned back to the class. "Alright, what is going on?" she cried.

A pony-tailed freshman girl pointed at Jeremy. "He tried to trip her!"

Blushing furiously, Billie threw herself into a chair and buried her face in her arms. Gaston was seriously considering getting up and pounding the crap out of Jeremy Brigham. Oh, who was he kidding; Jeremy would kill him.

Ms. West threw open the door. "Jeremy! Get out! Go to the main office. Let them deal with you."

Jeremy smirked and flipped her the middle finger. Picking up his bag, he swaggered out of the classroom. Ms. West slammed the door behind him. She glanced at the clock. "Great. We're so not on schedule. You know what? Everyone, go take a ten minute break while I get this organized."

Gaston was about to follow the rest of the crowd to the snack machines when he noticed that Billie wasn't moving from her seat. He touched her shoulder.

"Hey, are you okay?"

Billie just nodded her head and sniffed. Gaston glanced down at her shin. "Is your leg hurt?" he asked.

Billie lifted her head and turned to face him. "No. Just my pride." She chuckled and wiped her eyes. Gaston smiled and held out his hand.

"I'm Gaston."

She shyly took his hand and tucked a curl behind her ear. "Billie," she said.

Gaston looked over at the door. "Hey, you wanna get out of here? We could go hang out by the football stadium. No one's ever over there at this time…" He didn't know why, but he felt this need to look after her.

Billie glanced at the clock. "I don't know… I shouldn't skip my first day. And everyone will think I'm a baby and left just because I was embarrassed…" She looked up at him with a sly grin. "Who cares? Let's just get out of here!" she laughed. Gaston grinned and ran with her out of the classroom and down the hall.