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Chapter Two: (Juliet POV)

The weekend seemed to fly right by. Before I knew it, it was Sunday night. Tomorrow is my first day of high school, and to say I'm nervous is an understatement.

It was eleven o'clock, and I couldn't sleep. I had to get up early tomorrow, at six o'clock, so I had time to catch my bus at six forty. For some reason when I'm nervous, I can't sleep. At all.

I must have drifted off to sleep, because I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. I pushed the snooze button, and tried to drift back off to sleep, when my annoying sister came barging in.

"Juliet! Juliet!" she chanted, jumping on my bed.

"What?" I mumbled sleepily.

"It's six twenty! You're gonna be late!"

Oh shit, I thought. I jumped out of bed. "Thanks, Melanie," I told her. "Now get out, I gotta get ready for school," I led her out of my room.

I hurriedly searched my closet for something to wear. I settled for a pair of jeans, and a tank-top. I pulled them on quickly and ran to the bathroom.

When I looked in the mirror, I groaned. Today was not a good hair day. I didn't have time to straighten it; I only had ten minutes before I had to get to my bus stop. So I quickly put it up in a pony-tail. I brushed my teeth and headed down the stairs.

"Morning, Mom," I greeted. I grabbed my sweatshirt. "Honey, get some cereal. You don't want to be hungry on your first day," she said.

"I don't have time, Mom. See you later," I was out the door before she could reply.

I saw Dawn walking down the sidewalk. "Dawn!" I called. She looked around, spotted me, and came running over.

When she reached me, she wasn't even out of breath. I guess that's why she was so good at soccer. She loved to run.

"Come on, we're gonna miss the bus!" she exclaimed. We ran towards the bus stop right as the bus was coming.

"That was close," she mumbled. We sat down.

"Oh. My. God," she said.

"What, Dawn?"

I looked around, and followed her line of sight. Diagonal to us, were two boys. One had reddish brown hair, from what I could tell. He turned, saw us staring at him, and blushed and turned around. He had green-grey eyes. He started talking to a boy beside him. That's when I realized. The boy beside him was the one from the presentation at orientation!

They were both wearing uniforms. Maybe they have some sort of competition today, I thought. The uniforms were navy blue. They were wearing navy blue pants, and a navy blue jacket. Under that, they wore light blue dress shirts, with some sort of a tie. They had hats on, too.

I think they were talking about us, or felt us staring, because they both turned at the same time. Three of us blushed and looked away. The only one who didn't was Dawn, of course.

"Wow, the one with the greenish eyes is kinda cute, too," she said. I was only focused on the tan one with the dark eyes and the black hair.

"We have to find out their names," I told her.

The school bus pulled into the bus lane at the hosp—I mean school.

We got off of the bus. Dawn motioned to where the guys were headed, and I frantically shook my head no. There is no way I'm going to follow them, I thought to myself. But Dawn had walked off in their direction, so I had no choice but to follow.

We followed them to a row of lockers, where they met a group of guys.

"They must be friends," I guessed.

She looked at me like I was stupid. "Really?" she said sarcastically.

I rolled my eyes.

The bell rang. "We gotta get to class," I told her. "What's your first block?"

"French III," she replied. I grimaced.

"Mine is World History 9. I guess I'll see you later. But if I don't, remember to save me a seat on the bus," she nodded and we went different ways.

Boy, I thought. This place sure is big. It had three floors.

I went up to the third floor, and tried to find my history class. (I knew it was on the third floor because Dawn told me that whatever number the room started with, told you what floor it was on. My room was 3031 so I figured it was on the top floor.) I ended up going in circles around the third floor until I saw someone I know.

"Ember," I called to her. She looked around.

"Hey, Juliet!" she replied.

"Hey can you help me find 3031?" I asked. She pointed to a classroom close to where we were standing.

"It's right there, stupid," she said jokingly. I nodded. "Oh." I went inside the classroom.

I looked around. I didn't know anyone. This is just great, I thought.

The teacher welcomed us to our first year in high school. She explained that each block or period was an hour and a half long, and that we had four each day. We had blocks one, two, three, and four on A Days, and on B Days we had five, six, seven, and the last was a study period. I could get used to this, I thought.

She went on to tell us about the Code of Behavior, and then went on to assign lockers. Mine was number 441.

After first block was over, I went downstairs to try to find my locker. It turned out that Dawn's locker was only a few lockers away from mine. That was good. And, the good news was my locker was a top locker. I hate bottom lockers.

The next two blocks passed by quickly. They were Earth Science 9 and English 9. I had both classes with Dawn, so we mostly talked the whole time.

The last class I had was art. I was a little nervous because all of my other classes were freshman classes, and art had all of the grades in it.

I got inside the classroom, and once again didn't see anyone familiar. I sat in the back.

The art classroom had huge tables that could fit about four kids to each table. I had sat alone in the back. Nobody decided to sit with me. I'm so lame, I thought to myself.

The bell had rung, and the teacher started calling roll.

"Juliet Cameron," he called out.

"Here," I replied.

Just then a student came in late. "Do you have a pass, sir?"

I didn't look at him, but I imagine he shook his head.

"Well, since it's the first day, I'll let you off with a warning. What's your name, son?"

"Ponyboy Curtis," he replied. Pony…boy? That was his name? I decided to look at him. I looked up from the table.

I was shocked. It was the boy that sat with the cute kid on the bus. He was still wearing the uniform. I had to admit, he was pretty cute, too, but the other one was cuter.

"Really?" the teacher asked. He looked like he was trying to fight a grin.

The boy who called himself "Ponyboy" blushed and nodded. "Take a seat," the teacher instructed.

Ponyboy looked around. The only empty seats were at my table. He came over and sat down.

He didn't look at me, just looked at the teacher, who was still calling roll.

When the teacher was done, he told us to get a piece of paper and draw a tree. I already know how to draw a tree, I thought. He told us this would help our drawing skills. I thought it was ridiculous, but I got paper and started on my work.

A voice cut in to my concentration. Of course, you don't have to concentrate very hard to draw a tree. At least, not the way I draw them (Which aren't very good).

"Why were you staring at us on the bus this morning?" a voice said quietly.

I looked up, and Ponyboy was looking at me, expecting an answer. He didn't look mad, just curious.

"Who?" I decided to play dumb. Maybe he'd say the other boy's name.

"Me and Johnny," he said.

Johnny. That's a cute name. It fits him.

"I…I don't know," I told him.

"Oh," he replied.

The rest of the class was extremely awkward. He would stare at me funny, and when I looked up he would look away and blush occasionally. At one point he got up to sharpen his pencil, and I accidentally tripped him. It was an accident, I swear. He looked at me as if I did it on purpose.

"Sorry," I mumbled.

Once class was over, I rushed out of the room. I didn't see Ponyboy or Johnny anywhere. I went straight to the bus, hoping they wouldn't ride it home.

Sure enough, there they came, in all of their uniformed glory. They sat down in the front, way away from where I was sitting.

Dawn still wasn't here yet. Where is she?

I looked out the window and saw her running up to the bus. She pounded on the door, and a very annoyed bus driver let her in.

She came over and plopped down beside me.

"Phew," she said. I laughed.

I told her all about Ponyboy, (not before she went into a laughing fit. "Are you sure that's really his name?" she'd ask, and I would tell her yes. She would start laughing, and the cycle would start all over again) and how he talked to me. She seemed a little jealous, but shrugged it off. I told her about how Ponyboy said that the cute one's name is Johnny.

"That's a cute name," she commented. I nodded.

Soon the bus came to a stop, and Ponyboy and Johnny got off at the same stop as we did. She wanted to follow them home. She has a thing for following people.

"No," I told her. "Ponyboy (she giggled) probably hates me. What if they see us? He'll think I'm even weirder. But you go ahead."

She sighed dramatically. "You should try out for drama," I said. She rolled her eyes.

She walked me to my house, and left to go to hers. It was only three houses down. I waved good-bye and went inside.

Wow, I thought. So that's what high school is like.

A/N: I know it's long. I kinda got a little teensy bit carried away, and I couldn't just randomly end the chapter.

Johnny and Pony wont be in uniform every day, just to let you know.

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