thanks for the couple reviews. hondagirl i think you're right and i'm in the process of brainstorming new IM names. luckily there wont be a chatroom section in this chapter.

Chrissy

You'll never guess what I heard!" Jenna clapped her hands in excitement.

"Your right, I'll never guess." I replied as I began my locker combination.

"There are three new kids in the school."

"There's a lot of new kids in the school Jenna. It's called the freshman class." I said as I hung up my jacker on the hook in my locker.

"Hilarious, I meant in a grade other than ninth grade."

"Okay."

"Anyway, there are two in tenth grade and one in eleventh."

"That's great Jenna. What's your reason for telling me this."

"Well, two of them are guys."

"You like one."

"I've only seen one and he's totally not my type; however..."

"Don't even finish that sentence Jenna. You'll regret it."

"However, he does look like your type."

"I don't have a type. I don't date remember."

"He's tall, dark, handsome, and mysterious. That's your type."

"I don't have a type. I don't date." I reiterated as I slammed my locker. "And don't you start fantasizing about setting us up."

"I can dream can't I."

"As long as you keep them to yourself." I becgan walking in the direction of my homeroom and Jenna followed determined to continue the conversation.

"You need a boyfriend Chrissy."

"I do not."

"You do."

"I don't have the time."

"You would if you tried."

"I'm taking all honors classes and I'm in marching band. I have no time."

"I'm telling you. You need a boyfriend."

We had arrived at the door to my homeroom and I stopped and then turned to look Jenna straight in the eye, "You know what I think." Jenna shook her head. I continued, "I think that you need a boyfriend."

"ME?" Jenna looked totally shocked.

"Yes, you, becuase obviously you have too much time on your hands if you have time to just sit and daydream about my type of man." Jenna just stared at me. I heaved a sigh and opened the door to the classroom as I said, "I'll see you later."

Maria

"Where is he?" I asked my self as i scanned the hallway for the one-hundrenth time. Then suddenly I saw my prey turn the corner of the hallway. I rushed after him and once i was within hearing distance I shouted, "Georgie!"

People turned and stared at me as George Wilson stopped in his tracks and groanned. "Maria, you really need to stop that."

I had caught up with him by this timeand linked my arm with his. "Why?" I asked all innocently.

He stared at me, "Because you do."

People had stopped staring now and the wave of people was crushing us. "Why? Because your too high mighty now that your a senoir that you won't respond to my random nicknames." I tugged him foward so that we could follow the flow of people.

"It has nothing to do with being a senoir. It has to do with self respect."

"Sure." I laughed at him.

He then shook my arm off of his and said, "I gotta go."

"Where?"

"Homeroom"

"Homeroom! Now?"

"When else?"

"Five minutes from now when homeroom really starts."

"I don't want to be late."

"Neither do I but I never go that early."

"Well, I'm not you am I?"

"You should be." I laughed at him again. George just shook his head in disgust and continued to walk down the hall. I didn't bother to rush after him. He was obviously in a bad mood.

Marianne

The hallways are really crowded. Where's Becca when I need her? I'm never going to find my locker at this rate. I continued to search franticly for my locker. I looked down at the map that they had given to the freshmen. It was a really crappy map that showed just about nothing. I stared at the map for a long while and then gave up any hope that it would show me something. I was doomed. School hadn't even started yet and I was already lost. That's so pathetic.

"Need any help?" I turned around to see a super cute guy standing behind me.

"Auh...yeah." I couldn't help but to stare at him. He had the most amazing brown eyes. They were so soft and caring.

"What can I help you with?"

"My locker."

"Is it stuck?"

"I wouldn't know, I haven't found it yet." I said sheepishly.

The guy laughed, "That could be a problem. Do you want help finding it?"

I was at a lose for words so I justed nodded.

"Alright then, let's go." He took my hand and led me through the mass of students.

In no time we arrived at my locker and as I opened it I thanked him for his help.

"No problem, let me know if you ever need my assistance."

"Sure."

"By the way, my name is Kevin, Kevin Dates. It would be kind of hard to get my assistance if you don't even know my name."

I laughed and turned back to my locker and was surprised to see him still standing there when I turned back around.

"Do I not get the privelage of knowing your name?" He asked.

"Oh...right...I'm Marianne."

"Marianne...Well Marianne it's been nice meeting you."

"You too."

Jenna

There he is, Chrissy's Mr. Talldarkandhandsome. I had just enter the familar Latin classroom and there he was just sitting there. I grabbed a seat near him. If Chrissy was in this class then I wanted her to be as close to him as possible. Chrissy appeared in the classroom only a few minutes later. I looked over to see how Mr. Talldarkandhandsome reacted upon seeing her for the first time. His face remained completely emotionless.

Chrissy took the seat right behind me. It also happened to be right next Mr. Talldarkandhandsome. Chrissy, however, seemed to been totally oblivious to his presence there. At least until another boy with flaming red hair walked in and shouted his name. "Cory! You're in this class."

"Unfornutately."

The boy sat do in the seat next to me and in front of his buddy and turned around and said, "What do you mean?"

"I mean that I shouldn't be in this class. I took it last year but since I wasn't in this school last year they wouldn't let me take Latin III like I'm suppose to. They said said that if a transfer student has taken at least one year of the language then they automaticly the second year of that language. They do not, however, let transfer students take the third year of a language if they've already taken two years of the language."

"That's a harsh blow man."

"It's stupid if you ask me."

Chrissy was now staring at the two boys as they continued their conversation. Then she turned to me. I could tell that she had figured out that Cory was the guy who I'd been talking about this morning.

"Well?" I whispered to her.

"I don't have a type, but if I did he would certainly not be it. I can already tell that he's a stuck up brat."

"You don't even know him!"

"And neither do you." she hissed back.

Then Mr. Stewart came into the room and everyone remained silent until the he said that class was officially over.

I was about to talk to Chrissy when I heard a voice ask, "Excuse me, could you tell me how to get to this next class?"

I looked in the direction of the voice and realized that it was coming from the Cory's friend. I took a good look at him and quickly decided that he was extremely hot. Besides having red hair he had these sparkling blue eyes and and cutest smile.

"My name is Adam. I'm new here and I'm not really sure of the hallways yet." he explained.

"Oh hi, my name is Jenna."

"Hi."

"Uhmmm...your next class right, that was what you asked about."

"Yeah, do you think you could help?"

"Sure! What's the classroom number?"

"250"

"Down the hall and then turn left. It should be a few classrooms down."

He smiled brightly at me, "Thanks!"

The bell rang and when I went to find Chrissy she was gone.

so that's the chapter. it is in a way another prolouge because it sort of sets up the plot. i didn't put any of becca in this chapter but don't worry you'll see her later. let me know what you think and review!