Shane

It was a pain in my butt to go back to school again, especially since Monica called me at 3:30 a.m. to take a picture of what I was wearing to school. Once I sent the picture from the apartment lobby, she told me that I needed to change the shirt so it would match her red and white outfit. Apparently, now I was going to wear a red t-shirt, blue jeans, and my leather jacket. That proved my point on (annoying) popularity. Since I was already up, I decided to change and go back to my dorm to straighten things up. I was rooming with my younger brother, Brayden, and Michael. I guess popularity can pay its price every now and then, that and rich parents.

I walked in and saw Michael with his hands in his ruffled hair with an irritated look on his face. I shook my head and sighed, "Dude, what's the problem?" He sighed. Before we did our handshake he told me, "I'm freaking out here! Gina got all pissed because I didn't answer my phone to 'color coordinate'!" He started to imitate her, "But Michael! We won't look good if we don't have matching outfits!" I cracked up. Gina was Monica's best friend, and a major gossip girl. Michael was trying to hold his laughter, "It's not funny, man!" I kept laughing and fell on my bed. "What's so funny?" Brayden had been standing at the door this entire time. Michael explained to him everything that was going on. Michael sat on his bed and sighed, "Sometimes I hate being popular." Brayden gasped, "If Gina heard you saying that, you'd be a dead man." I nodded and looked at Michael. I shrugged, "I stay on the safe side by keeping my thoughts to myself." Michael playfully punched me in the arm, "Did we change lives or something? Because normally I'm the relaxed reckless one, and you're the guy with issues." I smirked. I gave him a look saying that I would tell him later. I needed to tell him about yesterday. I bet he wanted to know about one of my (now) favorite days, and that's because I met Claire. Unfortunately, Brayden saw the look to. I could see the anger building up in his face, "Dude! We're brothers! We should tell each other everything. I can understand if your not going to do that with Jack, but why not me?" I avoided Brayden's eyes. He had a point. Since Jack and I fight most of the time, it makes me think that everyone, except Michael, is on his side. Some family influence right?

Claire

I was lucky that my convertible was able to drive. Especially since all of the girls had to go with me. My car was old and beat up with an engine that I needed to fix.

I decided to be lazy today and not pick out a first impression outfit like everybody else. I was wearing my Keep out of Direct Sunlight t-shirt with my black jeans. I was too lazy to wear my Converse high-tops, so I just wore my black, combat boots (that didn't really make a difference). My t-shirt was visible even under my unzipped Tripp Black and White Skull Hoodie. We finally stopped in front of the gated school. I looked at everyone else. It was amazing that we were even best friends. Alyssa was wearing a red V-neck with navy blue jeans. She tucked her jeans inside her boots. She started to shiver and quickly slipped on her leather jacket. Janessa chuckled. Janessa was wearing a (short) yellow sundress with white tights, and yellow heels. Eve and I looked more alike than the other girls. Eve was wearing her green Abercrombie and Fitch t-shirt with faded white jeans, and Nikes. We chuckled and did our special handshake. We were all ready for the "big" moment.

Shane

I was sitting at my desk trying to avoid spitballs. That was a curse for sitting in the back of Mr. Kahl's chemistry class. Why is it that everything in my life makes me seem so negative? Luckily, I wasn't Michael. He had two spitballs hit his cheeks. He kept trying to avoid the spitballs, but he kept leaning on Ariel, his lab partner. I don't have a partner, because apparently i didn't need one. Sometimes I worked with Mr. Kahl. It was annoying sometimes, because every moment, I would watch Monica do experiments with Andrew, the "bad boy" at the school. She swore there was nothing going on, but I always see her giggling at something funny (even though they broke up, you'd expect some chemistry). I always thought that the only funny thing over there was his face.

I stopped "daydreaming" when I heard Mr. Kahl slap his ruler against his rusty, wooden desk. I looked up and saw he had a smile on his face. I shivered; his smiles were rare. It meant that we either have a pop quiz, or something unusual was happening. He yelled, "Alright, kids. We have some exciting news today!" I looked down at my desk. I kept yelling at myself for not studying; I sucked at pop quizzes. I heard someone come in. They were either stomping or walking really hard. "Excuse me," they asked (I think it was a she), "This is Mr. Kahl's chemistry class right?" I recognized that voice. I also heard Monica mutter under her breath (she's only diagonal from my desk), "Oh great! Goth girl is here!" Wait... what? I didn't know any goth girls. I looked up and saw her. Claire Danvers. I felt stupid for forgetting about her after two days. Jack passed me a note. I was horrified by what he wrote. It was so harsh that I can't even explain it. I didn't respond. I looked at her once more. She saw me and slightly smiled. I winked. Mr. Kahl introduced her to the class. I could see that he had a hard time not staring since she had on black lipstick and really dark, black mascara (or eye shadow) around her eyes. I didn't mind that; it was even kind of sexy. For sure everyone was looking at her. I even heard some guys whistle. For some reason, I felt something give me butterflies in my stomach. Mr. Kahl gestured to the seat next to mine. When Claire dropped her Nightmare Before Christmas bag and settled into her desk, I passed her a sheet of paper. She looked at me before reading it.

Hi :)

Hey

i didn't know u went 2 this skool.

I transferred.

really? y?

Long story...

oh. Rich parents make u?

My parents are dead.