Author's Note: Anyone wanna help? I have no idea who to put Tiffany with, though Tyler's in the lead right now. Also, I need plot help, reviews and a title.

A note on the characters. Reid and Tyler may seem OOC, but really, the movie didn't focus much on them, so I'm pretty much free to do what I want. Okay?

Chapter Two;

Hot guys could never make up for the hell I was destined to endure this year. My roommate, a girl named Kyra – Kyra with a 'y', thank you very much, the bitch – was a total snob, a whore, a bitch, a...a...well, other nasty descriptive words that I won't be troubled to think. Because ,dammit, I am above her. I will not resort to her level.

I glance over at the bed, where she's passed out, her hair in hot pink rollers. God, she's tall, slender, with lush, curly brown hair and dark blue eyes. Pretty, a real pretty girl, except she opens her mouth and then all beauty left.

God, what a bitch.

I rolled from the top of the bed, and wandered over to my dresser. I exchanged my silk shorts for a pair of dark sweatpants, and tugged on a different tank top. The one good thing about having a small b-cup? The build in bras on tank tops actually work for me. The bad part? I have, like, no boobs.

I grabbed my flip flops and slipped them on, and snatched my iPod, a pencil and my art pad. Then I left the room, tucking the iPod into my jeans and the pencil behind my ear. I ended up in the main living area of the third floor, and I tossed my art pad on the footrest, and followed that by my pencil and iPod.

Then I went behind the food bar and rummaged through, finding hot chocolate close at hand. Half water and half milk were poured in a mug and stuck on a minute in the microwave, and soon, I had chocolaty goodness for my midnight snack.

I curled up at the end of the couch, tucking my feet under my butt as I flipped open my sketch pad. I moved past the random images, and came upon a random blank page. I took a sip of the drink and put it on the glass side table, then proceeded to sketch out the first shape that took hold in my mind.

A half hour and one cup of hot chocolate later, Caleb Danvers stared at me from paper. I'd gotten rid of the store background, giving him white instead. I don't know why, but I suck at backgrounds. Big objects, though? I can do those. Like Danvers, for instance. It looked exactly like him.

I glanced at the time on my iPod, and winced. Twelve thirty already, and I had class tomorrow at nine. Damn insomnia made it impossible for a good nights sleep, but made for a lot of good sketches. Still, tired or not, I had to at least try and sleep now.

I stood and tucked my iPod back in my pants, placed the cup by the sink (no way was I washing right now) and stuck the pencil behind my ear. I flipped the sketch pad closed, and tucked it under my arm once more. Then I made my way back to my room, promising I would at least try and sleep.

Six hours later, I was up, awake and alert. Six thirty, my clock read, and I sighed. That left me around two hours to get ready, which was plenty of time. I grabbed a towel and made sure my key was around my neck, then made my way to the showers.

The rooms were empty except for a group of girls leaving, all looking like zombies. They ignored me as I passed by, which wasn't that surprising. I was the invisible girl back home, and the only people who paid attention to me at school before were Jesse and Joy, and guys who wanted to sleep with me. Other than that? I was a ghost.

I stripped and turned the shower on hot, and scrubbed myself as fast as possible. Twenty minutes later, I was back in my room, smelling like vanilla and cinnamon, dressed only in a towel. Kyra seemed to be waking up, so I grabbed my clothes and bolted for the bathroom as fast as possible.

I slipped into my clothes, and looked at myself in the mirror for a second. A short gray uniform skirt, a white collared shirt and nothing more, not even makeup. I didn't need any, though. My skin was tan and flawless, thanks to genetics. Maybe mascara would be helpful, but I wasn't gonna touch Kyra's, no frickin' way.

I did, however, grab her blow dryer and my own brush. I curled the shoulder long strands around the brush, then hit high on the little machine. It didn't take long, since the blow dryer was, apparently, a very nice, very expensive, very efficient one. I'd have to get one like it.

I might be cheap on most things, but my hair is my pride and glory. Rich dark brown, with golden and red natural highlights, it was always straight, always shinny and didn't require much work. I had to cut it once a month, and sometimes wash it twice to get the shine – a.k.a oil – dulled, but whatever. I still had really pretty hair.

Which was, ya know, good. The rest of me was pretty plain. I was tanned and my complexion was good, but I was also short, slender as a reed, and had long, bony fingers. My eyes were a plain gray color, and my smile was crooked. I was way in shape, but everyone could be, if they wanted. Nothing special 'bout that.

I cracked open the door and sighed with relief. Kyra-with-a-'y' was gone, and I was free of having to deal with her bitchy highness. I plopped down on my bed and pulled on the knee high socks, then the red tie. The only reason I even knew how to get one on was because Jacob had shown me, bless his skinny ass.

I slipped on the shinny black shoes, grabbed my sketch pads – one for faces, one for places – and shoved them in my bag. My iPod and cell phone, the latter rarely used, joined the other items in the front pouch of the black bag. I grabbed my black blazer, made sure my hair was good, and slung my bag over my shoulder.

I took the stairs, since I didn't want to become a fat lard, and ended up in the main lobby of the dorm building. The room had people in it, but at seven thirty in the morning, most were still getting up. I tossed my bag at the end of the couch, claiming my spot, and went to go grab some coffee and an apple.

Seconds later, I was sipping a nonfat mocha latte and had my feet crossed under me, shoes on the floor in front of the couch. I put the apple on one knee and held the coffee with both hands, not wanting to spill anything on myself.

People watching is probably my favorite sport, or at least equivalent to sport, outside of art. Human beings are mostly unpredictable, but if you watch long enough, you can learn about them, become able to predict what they're going to do, all without ever talking to them. And talking? Not my strong point. I'm kinda – a lot – awkward around people.

I jumped a bit when someone plopped down next to me, then froze, hoping that my coffee would just keep licking at the edges of the cup and not spill. Oh, lucky me, no spillage today.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." The guy next to me apologized, and I turned to look at him...and felt my eyes widen.

Damn, but I was right. This entire school was made up of pretty guys. This one was dark haired, with bright blue eyes and a face prettier than mine. Why do guys always get the ridiculously long eyelashes? Aren't girls supposed to be the prettier ones?

"Hello?" I blinked as he snapped his finger in front of my face. Now he looked a bit confused, and why was he holding my apple?

"Sorry, guess I just don't work well in the morning," I joked, taking the apple from his outstretched hand. What in the world do you say to a guy this hot without sounding like a fool?

"How about your name?" He asked, his smile growing wider. Oh shit, did I say that out loud? Looking at his grin, I could only guess that, yeah, I said it out loud.

"T-Tiffany Silvers," I offered, then smiled a bit, very shyly. I'm not shy, or I never was, so why am I shy around this guy? "But everyone calls me Tiffy, and some call me Dani."

"I understand where Tiffy came from, but where did Dani appear from?" He asked, the corners of his eyes crinkling in laughter. Yee Gods, entering red hot zone here.

It took me a second to register his question. Then I blinked, "I used to go by my middle name – Daniella – and soon, I was going by Dani." I shrugged, then asked, "And isn't it polite to introduce yourself as well, or do you guys have a different set of rules here in the north?" I smiled, hoping that he knew I was teasing.

"Sorry." he smiled and moved to hold out his hand, "Tyler Simms, at your service." I twisted around, still careful of my coffee, and shook his hand. Warm skin, strong grip, and dang, please please tell me your single.

That time, I was careful not to say it aloud. "So I'm gonna take a wild guess, Tyler Simms, and say your a senior here?"

"You've guessed right," He smiled as he said it, and really, some things should be outlawed. Like him. Smiling. At me. "You just transferred in as a senior?" He made that into a question.

"Yeah, came straight up from the sun and heat of Texas to this little mopey town." I then winced at my words, "Not that this little town is bad or anything, but..."

"You don't like the cold very much. Or, I'm guessing, the rain." He finished for me, and I smiled at him.

"Exactly. Back home, it rained maybe once every two or three months, and never in the summer. I've been here two days, and its rained at night, both mornings and, well, you get the point." I explained with a scowl.

He was chuckling by the end of my statement, or maybe at my face. I've been told that watching me glare or scowl is like watching a bird try to walk. Funny and totally useless for the bird, or rather, me. "You get used to it, you really do."

"Maybe, but on the other hand, I'm only here for a year," I shrugged, then finished off the coffee, setting the Styrofoam cup on the table beside me. I bit into the apple, still watching Tyler.

Then I spotted someone coming in through the doors, and apparently, so did Tyler. The guy turned and waved at Caleb Danvers, who caught sight of us and walked over to perch on the coffee table. "Hey, Tyler." Then he turned his smile to me, "Tera, right?"

Tyler smiled and kind of laughed, but I was expecting it. I wasn't termed the invisible girl because people remembered my name. "Actually, Tiffany, but hey, you got the first letter right." I corrected him with a smile. "And I go by Tiffy, if you were wondering."

"Oh." He seemed at a loss for what to say, and Tyler was laughing full out now. Apparently, Danvers didn't make mistakes like that.

"No worries, Danvers. You're so not the first person to forget my name," An idea hit me. "In fact, I bet you ten bucks that my roommate doesn't even remember who I am."

"You don't give yourself enough credit," Tyler cut in smoothly, "You're too pretty for someone not to remember."

"Aw, you're sweet, but totally full of shit," I told him point blank, causing Caleb to break into laughter this time. "And hey, look, here she comes now."

I unfurled my feet from the couch and stood, though Kyra, around nine inches past five feet, was a whole lot taller than me. "Hey, Christine, can I borrow your key?"

"Christine?" I looked around me, eyebrows rising, "I don't think there's a Christine around here, at least not one with the key to the room."

I wondered if that smile would eventually break her face, it was so wide, perfect and fake. "Look, I just need your key for a second. I lost mine." She just totally ignored the fact she got my name wrong, didn't she?

I pulled the chain out from under my shirt, which held my key. "This key?" Then I pulled her key out from my pocket, "Or this key?"

Her eyes widened, "Why the hell do you have my key?"

I could hear the two boys snickering behind me. "Well, see, I needed ammunition. You aren't going to listen to me unless I force you, and I really want you to listen to me. Ya get it?"

"I listened to you. You were just unreasonable." Kyra argued, eyes on her key. She looked like a drowned rat, her brown hair messy from sleep, dressed only in tiny shorts and a tank top. She probably had doubled back to the room after forgetting her towel, only to find she couldn't get into the room.

"Well, I guess that's it for the key." I moved to put it back in my pocket. She jerked, as if to stop me. "Unless you want to agree with my 'unreasonable' demands?"

"Okay, okay, just give me the key." She hissed at me, losing her smile as her face flamed bright red. The people around us were laughing.

"Next time, you call to clear it with me when you're brining your boyfriend over. And you aren't to put your crap on my side of the room. Or, hey, have sex in front of me. That's a biggie." I told her, dangling the key in front of her.

"Okay, fine, I agree. I'll call, I'll keep my stuff to my half. I got it." She was getting desperate now, and I was tempted to hold out longer. Still, people were coming into the room faster, and I wanted to set down rules, not topple her from her social throne.

"Here ya go. And remember that you agreed to the rules." I told her cheerfully, dropping the key into her hand.

"Bitch," She hissed at me, grabbing the key and bolting to the elevator. I smirked, not bothered by her hissed adjective, and fell back to the couch in my prior position.

"You are my new hero." Tyler informed me, his smile wide.

Caleb slammed high fives with him. "That was priceless. I totally wished Sarah was here to see it."

I wasn't sure what to say to any of that, and thank god I didn't have to, because a blonde haired girl threw herself at Caleb a second later, giving him a kiss. I watched with wide eyes, then the girl drew back and asked, "Wished I seen what? Kyra getting her butt abused by the new girl?"

The blonde girl twisted in Danver's arms, holding her hand out to me with a bright, toothy smile. "Sarah Wenham, and you just totally made my year."

I let loose a light laugh, "Tiffy Silvers, and I hope I didn't just throw all my social credits down the drain."

"Just stick with me and my roommate and you'll be fine." Sarah told me, giving me a wink as well. The girl was sweet, and she just had this air about her that made me want to be friends with her.

"I'd be the roommate," A dark haired girl with mocha skin joined us, holding out her hand, "Kate Tunney." Kate flicked a glance at Caleb, "Where's Pogue?"

"Said something about family business, and that he would be a little late." Caleb said with a shrug of his shoulders. I wondered if it were really family business, then felt guilty for automatically judging. Just because my ex was a douche bag didn't mean all boyfriends were.

"So what was with Kyra and you anyway?" Kate asked, pushing Tyler to the side and sitting by me.

"She's rude, a bitch, and has treated me like crap for the twelve hours that I've known her." I shrugged, "So, I stole her key and made her agree with my rules in revenge. Plus, this way, I'll have enough warning to leave the room when her boy toy comes over."

"Aaron Abbott," Kate told me, and I raised an eyebrow, "That's her boyfriend, and the number one guy to stay away from in this school. He treats women like total crap."

I smiled at her, "Thanks for the warning. Any other people I should avoid?"

We sat and talked for around an hour, then people started really coming into the lobby. I stood and brushed myself off, "Hey, I've gotta go pick up my schedule, okay?"

Tyler blinked up at me, only half awake now. "Want me to show you where?"

I shook my head, "Naw, I'm cool. I was just there yesterday, picking my classes."

"Cool. See you later, then." He said with a grin, and I couldn't help but smile back.

"See y'all." I told them all, getting various byes as I left.

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I had art for the first period, English for second, and calculus third, followed by gym. Each period was two hours, but it was a Block schedule, which meant I would be having those classes every other day. On B day, I would have government and economics for first period, advanced chemistry for second, and home economics third, with study hall after those. Eight hours of school, on a block schedule, oh the joy.

I plopped down in the seat at the back of the room just as the bell rang. The class was pretty empty, since most people had gotten their fine arts credit out of the way early in the year. There were maybe fifteen students in total, and most looked bored out of their mind. Then the door opened and, surprise, Tyler Simms stepped into the room.

"Sorry I'm late, Mrs. Mirella." He spoke bashfully, and I wondered if he would get off.

Mrs. Mirella popped her hands on her plump hips and narrowed her eyes, "I'm giving you this one, Mr. Simms, Mr. Garwin, because its still so early in the school year. Don't be late again."

I was confused for a second, then Tyler moved and a blonde boy stepped into the room. Another cute one, though he was blonde and pale, and an inch or so shorter than his friend. He also looked a whole lot like trouble, and was that an earring?

"No worries, Mrs. M. Won't happen again." The blonde spoke and dang, did all these boys have voices made for sex? Cause it sure seemed like it.

Tyler spotted me and smiled, and I gave a quick grin back. The two made their way over to sit at the table in front of me, and the Garwin boy took the chair in front of me as the teacher began talking.

"Today, I want you to just do a free draw. Show me your level of skill, if you have a level." Mrs. Mirella said shortly, as if talking in front of snotty teenagers pained her, then took her seat behind her desk once more.

The blonde haired boy swirled in his chair to face me. "So I hear you're the girl who told off Kyra this morning," He started in a conversation tone.

"Yep," I flashed him a small smile, holding out my hand, "Tiffany Silvers, but you can call my Tiffy."

"Reid Garwin," Instead of shaking my head, he kissed the back of it, and winked up at me. I giggled and my smile grew. He was probably trying to flirt, but he came off more as joking.

I unzipped my bag and pulled out my art pad, then frowned. "Do either of y'all have a pencil?"

Tyler swirled around in his own chair and offered me one, "First day of a new school, and you've already forgotten something?" He was teasing me. Since when did guys do that? Except Jesse, of course.

"Yeah, but she also told off Kyra. That excuses her from any and all mistakes," Reid joked, watching as I flipped through my pad. "Hey, you're pretty good." His hand shot out and stopped on the page from last night. Caleb's face stared up at us, smiling and perfect. "Hey, Tyler. Look at this."

Tyler leaned over, and I felt my face burn bright red. "Wow. Looks almost like a photo." He said with raised eyebrows, "When did you draw this?"

"Last night," I shrugged, "I couldn't sleep, and I remembered him from the store and thought, why not draw him?"

"So you did this without a model? Just from memory?" Reid asked, looking surprised when I nodded, "I might not know a lot about art, but I'm going to take a shot in the dark and say that's pretty damn good."

"I think good is an understatement." Tyler commented with a slow smile. "If you can do this without a model, what can you do with one?"

I hesitated, "I don't have any in this book, but I can draw you guys if you'd like."

"Sure, that'd be cool," Reid smirked, "Maybe you can even make Tyler a bit prettier on paper."

"Shut up, Reid." Tyler snapped, glaring at him.

I ignored them as I put pencil to paper, wondering if the school was as bad as I'd first envisioned it.