Lily stood, leaning against her locker, revising for the history test later on. She was not one bit prepared, as she had spent her past week, the allowance her history teacher Mrs Lose gave them to revise, crying, locked up in her room. That was how much she was hurt.

Well, Lily was trying to revise, but she was not going anywhere with it. After 15 minutes, she was still reading the same line: Christopher Columbus founded the Bahamas island on October 2, 1492. "Hmmm, what would Oliver and I do if we were a couple, at the Bahamas?" Lily thought, her mind drifting from the textbook to fantasying. She lowered the 400-pages thick book to her chest, hugging it as she thought. Just then, she caught sight of something. Oliver and Stacy.

They were walking the hallways, hand in hand. Oliver whispered something into Stacy's ear, causing her to giggle. They then leaned in for a little lip lock. Lily was fuming with fury now, her veins were popping out from her forehead and she was trembling with anger, and ok-jealousy, her pale blue-gray eyes narrowed. The happy couple stopped at Oliver's locker, which was directly opposite hers, so she got a good view of them.

They started flirting, Oliver pinning her down while she twirled her brown highlighted hair around her finger. All of a sudden, Stacy pulled Oliver by the collar and kissed him, engaging him into a passion-filled make out session. Right in the middle of the school. Okay, not really, but still! Not everyone wanted to see them make out! That was the last straw!

Lily threw her history book into her sling bag, slammed her locker shut with so much force that everyone thought it was thunder. The pretty blonde slung her bag across her shoulder and was heading towards Oliver when BAM! Somebody accidentally knocked into her.

"Hey! Watch where you're going!" Lily boomed as she stood up. The "bumper" also stood up at the same time.

"I'm so sorry," the person apologized. It was a boy, a super hot, super buff boy. Lily looked up towards the guy. He was a good 6'2", and really cute. He had firey red hair, a fabulous set of biceps, and beautiful fathomless hazel eyes.

"I'm Florian, by the way," the redhead introduced himself.

"Lily,' Lily replied. "Are you new here?" she asked, her gaze still lost in his auburn eyes. Florian simply nodded.

"Do you think you know where Room 507 is?" he asks, passing a piece of paper to Lily. Lily takes the piece of paper, which turned out to be a class timetable.

"Hey! You're in the same class as me for English, homeroom, Math and Spanish!" Lily says, after analyzing his timetable. "Really?" Florian asks, his eyebrows furrowed while giving a loop-sided smile that translated his feelings perfectly.

"Mmm-hmm." Lily replies. "Come on, let me walk you there," she offers. Florian takes up the offer and they start walking down the hallway, chatting amiably. Unknown to them, Oliver noticed, and for some weird, mysterious reason, he was angry, and, he felt…a pang of jealousy?

Soon enough, school was over and Oliver, who was bright and cheery in the morning, was now gloomy after seeing Florian and Lily's non-stop flirting in class. Just his luck to have the exact same classes as Florian and Lily.

Oliver was sitting on a stool at Rico's, eating a chicken burger as his girlfriend, Stacy, slurped away slowly on a Diet Coke.

"I'm bored," Stacy whined after 10 minutes of sitting there doing nothing. Oliver snapped out of his trance, in which he was wondering what Florian and Lily were doing then, and his jealousy, though he'd hate to admit it, and anger, grew with each thought.

"What do you want to do, then?" he asked his girlfriend. "How about…swimming?" Stacy suggested. "Okay," Oliver obliged, thinking that it might help him clear all his thoughts of Lily and Florian.

Oliver and Stacy changed into their swimsuits, which they wore under their clothes, and headed out to the sea. They were swimming and splashing water at each other playfully, and Oliver did in fact forget about his little problem, that is until, they heard an all-too-familiar voice.

"Florian! Put me down!" Oliver whisked his head around, in the direction of the scream. He saw Florian holding Lily up in the water, Lily laughing. All the anger and jealousy came back to Oliver, except that this time, it doubled. That guy, "Florian", as he had introdued himself as in class that morning, was hot. Really hot. Oliver knew he was cute already, he was in the same class as Florian, but what he had no idea of, was that he was buff. Well, that buff, at least. Sure, Oliver had a six pack and a decent set of mucles, but he was no where near Florian. Well, Florian had an eight pack to start with. And he also had an, um, let's just say, extremely nice Gluteus maximus that was clearly visible from his pants that were hanging dangersouly below the hips.

Oliver had no idea why, but all he wanted to do then was go to Florian and pound him, and get his Lily back. Did he say his Lily?

Stacy, after realizing that her boyfriend was no longer in the game and looking at something else instead, turned to look at what Oliver was staring at.

"Eww!" Stacy shouted, making Oliver jump slightly.

"What?" he questioned.

"Such a hot guy flirting with…Lily Truscott? No way. SO wrong," replied Stacy.

"Lily is my friend, you know," Oliver protested. "Oh yeah right, I forgot sorry," Stacy apologized. "I can't help but wonder, how can such a cute guy like you be friends with…that?" Stacy said, motioning to Lily.

"Thank you…I think?"

"You should be. I just complemented you," Stacy said flirtatiously, and pulled Oliver into a kiss. As much as Oliver tried to focus on making out with Stacy, the girl of his dreams, or so he thought, he couldn't. He kept thinking about Lily and Florian, Stacy's words forming a peal in his head. Florian and Lily were flirting? For once, he agreed with Stacy. That was SO incredibly, absolutely and totally wrong. All Oliver was capable of thinking about was how he'd like to hit Florian where it hurt. How he'd like to have Lily as close to him as Stacy. How he should have been the one flirting with Lily. Wait…is he in love with Lily?

A/N: This is just sort of a filler chapter to get things started. For those of you who are wondering, Miley, in this story, is at a Hannah Montana thing. This chapter kinda sucked, so I won't blame you if you don't wanna review, or even worse, continue reading, but I promise you, next chapter will be better! I'll probably finish up chapter 3 soon and post it on Friday or something.