Biology was, in one word, a snoozer. Clare and I were paired up as lab partners for the rest of the semester, but the teacher mostly talked about his expectations and whatever. I spend half of the period doodling in my notebook and thinking about the boy I had seen walking into the school earlier today.

Hmmm, should I tell Clare? She would probably know who it is.

I thought it over for a while, but I decided against it. She seems nice, but she would probably tell Eli. And the last thing I need is Eli making fun of me for it.

Suddenly, the bell rings, and everyone makes a beeline for the door. Clare says a quick goodbye, and takes off, probably to meet at Eli's locker before English. I sigh, wishing I could find a boyfriend this year. Would any guy want to date the new girl? I doubt it.

I find myself thinking about Mystery Boy for the tenth time today on my walk to academic English. It was never my strong subject, and I was always embarrassed when Eli brought it up. I was never the sort of person who could think up stories on a whim like Eli could.

When I heard the late bell ring, I froze. I realized I was lost, and I had to ask a teacher in the front office for a map of the school. Thanks to my lack of navigational skills, I walked into English about fifteen minutes late.

When I walked in, I froze. There, sitting in a desk up front, was Mystery Boy. He looked even more gorgeous up close. He looked up when I walked in, probably wondering what idiot wanders the halls for fifteen minutes. The teacher looks up from writing an answer on the chalk board, obviously annoyed.

"Yes, dear? Do you need something?"

Speak up, Char. Now's not the time to be shy.

"Yeah, I'm Charlotte. Today's my first day here. And, um, I kind of got lost." The class snickered, all except for Mystery Boy.

Is that my imagination, or is he staring at me?

The teacher, whose name I figured was Mr. Thompson due to the little name placard on his desk, ruffled through some papers on his desk.

"Ah, Charlotte. You will be sitting next to Mark Fitzgerald," Mr. Thompson said, pointing to the desk next to Mystery Boy, er, I mean Mark.

"It's Fitz." Mark mumbled in a husky voice.

"And Charlotte, you and Mark will also be writing partners for the semester," Mr. Thompson said as I sat down in the seat next to Fitz.

English was boring, just like biology. Mr. Thompson talked about his expectations for the semester, the same as biology. The only thing that kept me from dying of boredom was Fitz. I felt his eyes on me every couple of minutes, and I was desperate to know what his glances meant. Once the bell rang and I got up from my desk, I bumped into Fitz by accident and he dropped the stack of books he was carrying. I felt my cheeks burning as I bent down to help him.

"S-sorry 'bout that. I'm pretty off today. It's my first day here."

Wow. This is a new record for me. I've never even met this kid and I already blew it.

"No big deal. I'm Fitz," he said coolly, with a half-smile on his face.

"Charlotte," I said, with renewed confidence.

That's more like it, Char.

"So… are you a sophomore?"

THAT'S THE BEST FLIRTING YOU COULD THINK OF? What happened to the hair flip move, Charlotte?

Fitz chuckled a little through his nose.

"Nah, Junior. I failed last year. Mr. Thompson is a serious jackass when it comes to teaching."

Ah, an older bad boy. You sure can pick 'em, Char.

The bell rang, telling the students that it was time for Lunch 1. Fitz started to walk away, then looked over his shoulder at me.

"You coming?" He asked, with the same half smile on his face. I smiled back, and followed him.

DISCLAIMER! I DO NOT OWN DEGRASSI OR ITS CHARACTERS!

Author's Note: Hello beautiful reviewers (hint hint)! Just so you know, I do not follow Degrassi's plot. So far, in my story, there hasn't been a Vegas Night or the changes to Degrassi that came with it. In my story, it's just a plain ol' new semester and Eli and Fitz hate each other.

I will also be updating my first fanfic soon!