Diana arrived to her first class of the day; World History. Diana couldn't say any class was her favorite but the fact that both Kelly and Whittany joined her for this class made it a bit easier to get through.

Whittany and Diana were the same age while Kelly was a year older. Back in elementary school, Kelly's parents decided to hold her back which lead to the two Baxter siblings and Diana being in the same grade together. To this day it was shown wise that they did this and it definitely wouldn't have hurt to hold her back again. It probably would've helped her actually. Kelly was definitely not the brightest crayon in the box.

Diana took her assigned seat in the middle of the corner row of the classroom. Whittany followed her in and took her seat in front of her. Kelly sat on the other side of the classroom and slumped, bored, in her seat. After a few more minutes, the rest of the class entered the classroom and took their seats. The teacher had yet to arrive.

Whittany moved in her seat to look at Diana. "Where's Mrs. Happel?" She asked. Whittany was probably the only one concerned enough about the teacher's absence to ask. Diana just shrugged in response.

After a minute or two, an older man civilly walked into the classroom and stood before the students. "Hello class," The man said. "I'm Mr. Lancer and I will be substituting for Mrs. Happel."

The man's name sounded familiar to Diana. She thought a moment then figured it out. Whittany turned around again and whispered to Diana. "He said Lancer? Isn't that the old teacher that our parents had?"

Diana smiled. Whittany was thinking the same thing. "Yeah, pretty sure. I guess he's still doing the sub thing. Hopefully we'll get out alive."

Whittany giggled quietly. "I hope so too."

Mr. Lancer looked over at the two girls and glared at them. "You! Turn around!"

Whittany immediately obeyed and stared at her desk, ashamed. Diana found it all amusing.

"Now," Mr. Lancer began, "I'll start with roll call. Casey Aber?" He looked up to see if anyone would respond to the name.

"Here!" A female voice called from the back of the room.

Mr. Lancer crossed off the name and continued reading off the names. He had just gotten past Kelly's name when he was interrupted by someone at the door. He looked up to see the principal along with a teenage boy at her side.

"Ah, Principal Ishiyama, what do you have for us?" Lancer asked, trying to sound lively.

The Principal smiled in return. "Mrs. Happel has a new student." She gestured to the boy standing next to her. His blonde shaggy hair fell in his face and he wore a black t-shirt and jeans. From his ear dangled a silver earring. He didn't look the least bit interested in anything that was being said or that he wanted to be here. Diana could relate that much.

"Excellent. You just leave him with me." Mr. Lancer said.

After handing Mr. Lancer a sheet of paper, Principal Ishiyama left the classroom, leaving the apathetic blonde boy standing at the door.

Lancer studied the boy before speaking to him, "Well, what do we call you?" He looked down at the paper and read the name that was on the sheet. "Alexander Blade."

"Alex. It's Alex." The boy said, not sounding the least bit tolerant for the teacher's error.

"Right, Alex." Mr. Lancer said. "Well, I'm just substituting for Mrs. Happel today so I don't know where she'd want to put you. But for now you can sit over there." He pointed to the empty seat behind Diana.

"'Kay." The boy, Alex, began to walk toward the seat he was assigned to. He was interrupted, however, by Mr. Lancer.

"First, is there anything you'd like to say to the class? Introduce yourself?"

Alex stared blankly at the teacher. "No."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." Alex responded, rather coldly.

"Well, alright then." Mr. Lancer turned back to the list of students. "Now back to what I was doing. Tyler Draper?"

"Here!"

Diana watched as the new student made his way to his seat behind her. A piece of blonde hair fell in his eyes and he quickly brushed it away with his fingers. His face had little hint of the boyish features from his youth left in it and his eyes appeared very serious, though the chocolate brown color of his eyes were warm and inviting. He was definitely a cute one. Diana wondered how long it would take Kelly to snag this one. As Diana was contemplating this, she didn't hear her name being called.

"Diana Fenton!"

"Huh? Here!" Diana raised her hand.

Mr. Lancer raised an eyebrow at her. "Fenton? Would this be any relation to one Daniel Fenton?" He asked, halfheartedly.

From the sound of Mr. Lancer's tone and the memory of her father's high school stories, relation to Danny didn't sound like a good thing. "How'd ya know?" Diana asked cheerfully.

Mr. Lancer glanced seriously at her. "Just a hunch." He finished roll call and entered the absent and present students into the computer. Once complete with that, Mr. Lancer grabbed a stack of papers from Mrs. Happel's desk. He passed them out to the students in the first rows and instructed them to pass them along.

"First we'll start the class off with a pop quiz." Lancer explained.

The whole class groaned with distaste.

Diana tapped Whittany on the shoulder and whispered. "This was definitely his idea. Happel never gives pop quizzes."

"You're right, but I'm sure it'll be fine." Whittany said.

Diana rolled her eyes. "'Cause you're prepared." She said, mostly to herself. She took the quiz papers as Whittany handed them to her. She unwillingly took one for herself then passed it back. When the papers weren't being taken from her hand, she looked back at the new kid behind her. She frowned when she saw him doodling on his desk, having no idea of her action. She lightly nudged his shoulder with the papers and he looked up at her, a bit confused.

"What do you want?"

"Uh, paper for you. Take it. I don't want it." Diana waved the papers at him.

Alex sighed. "Fine." He took the quizzes from her. Diana rolled her eyes and sat forward in her seat again.

Mr. Lancer took a seat at Mrs. Happel's desk. "You may begin. Bring your quizzes up front when you're done."

Good thing he hadn't said "when they're complete". Half of Diana's quiz would be blank, she could tell already.

Diana sighed and looked over the questions. The name of Alexander the Great's sister? Which civilization lasted 4,000 years? She had no clue. Diana rubbed her temples. "Who cares which civilization was oldest or what country so and so ruled?" Diana thought.

No longer caring about failing, Diana picked up her pencil and scribbled down answers that she was almost certain weren't right. She had almost completed writing down her answers when she noticed something. It felt as if she were being watched. She looked over her shoulder and frowned.

Indeed she was. Alex was looking over Diana's shoulder, now face to face with her.

"What are you doing?" Diana whispered.

"Move over. It's very difficult to copy you when your head's in the way." He answered calmly.

Diana frowned at his reply. "You're cheating off of me?"

"You really couldn't tell from what I just said?" Alex asked, chuckling a bit.

Diana scowled at his laughter. "Well quit it!" She covered her quiz paper with her hand.

"Nah, don't wanna." He grabbed for Diana's quiz but Diana elbowed him away. Alex frowned at this. "Don't be a baby." He reached for the paper again.

Diana smacked his hand. "Hey!"

"You're making his more complicated than it needs to be," Alex growled. "Just let me see it." He reached over Diana's shoulder to grab her quiz when she grabbed his index finger and pulled it backwards. Alex let out a yell.

Mr. Lancer looked up at the two teens angrily. "What's going on back there?"

Diana let go of Alex's finger and froze in her seat. Alex quickly pulled his hand back and rubbed his injured finger. They looked up to watch Mr. Lancer walk to their desks.

"What is going on?" Lancer demanded. "Is there cheating going on here?"

"Yes," Alex answered. "She was cheating off of me."

Diana stared at Alex in disbelief. "What? No way! He was cheating off of me! I didn't do anything!"

Alex ignored her. "She threatened me. It was terrible." Why was he acting so calm? It was as if he were only playing a game.

Mr. Lancer didn't take this as a game. "Miss Fenton, I do not take academic dishonesty lightly."

Diana stood up in her seat. She would not take the blame for this. "But I didn't do anything! He started it!"

"I don't care who started it! It takes two persons to cheat and I see two persons involved. You both will be punished." Lancer walked back to his desk.

"But-"

"No buts, Miss Fenton! Now sit down!"

Diana obeyed. She stared at her desk and only looked up when Mr. Lancer returned with a detention slip. He placed one on her desk and one on Alex's. "You both will serve detentions today and tomorrow. You two will also be receiving Fs on this pop quiz. I will also be telling your teacher about this." And with his verdict delivered, Mr. Lancer took their quizzes and returned to his desk.

Diana slammed her head on her desk. Pain shot through her head but she didn't care. First this new kid had the nerve to cheat off of her and treat it as nothing more than some child's game, and now she had to sit in a classroom for an hour today and tomorrow with this guy. She hadn't even known this kid for ten minutes and he already felt like a tumor eating away at her brain.

Whittany looked back at Diana and tapped her head. Diana looked up at her friend. Whittany tried to give her an encouraging smile but Diana's irritable expression didn't change.

"Well," Diana began. "I know what I'm doing after school today."