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Thanks to XxtripplequestionmarkxX and CinSarc for reviewing. You made me dare to continue :D


Chapter Two

Hero History is my first class? Great! I've learned so much about Hercules, Aeneas, Achilles, Ulysses, Hector, Siegfried and other heroes of the ancient world and it was the only thing I really enjoyed learning about. So it'll be a relaxed lesson.

Roxanne entered the classroom and looked for a free seat. The only one she could find was next to a crazy-looking Asian girl with purple streaks in her black hair. She was dressed all black and purple and didn't seem well-rested. At least she looked up when Roxanne asked, "May I take this seat?"

"Is there another free one?" the girl answered.

"Guess that's a yes. I'm Roxanne." Smiling, she sat down and put her bag beneath the desk.

"Magenta", her classmate mumbled, yawning.

"Ah… this explains a lot."

"Not that again. I should've said Maj", Magenta groaned.

"I didn't plan to bother you!" Roxanne grinned. "But why don't you try some other colour, green for example?"

"That's Layla's colour", Maj sighed. Then she opened her book lazily – the teacher had entered the classroom. She was a pretty blonde with big blue eyes and too much make-up. Roxanne rolled her eyes and shared a glance with her classmate who muttered "Hopeless" under her breath. That very moment the two girls chose to be friends.

Next class was Mad Science. When Roxanne read this she couldn't help giggling. "It's not as funny as the name says", Maj warned. "Medulla can't stand unintelligent people and his definition of intelligence is a lot different from normal definitions."

Roxanne saw the reason soon. Medulla was a man with an abnormally big head which almost seemed too small for his brain. At the moment he was busy preparing the tools they were going to use in the lesson. Magenta had already sat down next to a red-haired girl who had to be Layla because she was dressed all green, with flower patterns on her shirt. "Sorry", Maj said and sounded like she really meant it. "But I've been sitting next to Layla since the first Mad Science class, and…"

"That's fine with me", Roxanne interrupted her. "I can sit elsewhere." But when she looked around, the only free chair she could find was the one next to…

Warren Peace. Oh no. Wasn't he sitting next to that dark-skinned know-it-all in Hero History? Who's now sitting next to somebody else. Hell!

Unsteadily she stood beside the table when Medulla said, "Miss Storm! What are you looking for?"

"Um… a vacant seat?"

"Are you blind, Miss Storm? There is one right next to you. Sit down."

"Actually I don't think this is a good idea."

"It's not a good idea to disobey my orders, either. Now sit down."

Warren raised his head and looked at her in disbelief as if he'd have liked to say, 'You actually dare to sit here?' Roxanne avoided his glance and unpacked her books. We she noticed Warren wasn't going to turn away from her, she sat back and stretched her legs pretending to feel comfortable with these seating arrangements. Then she placed her hand on the table top, the brands on her palm clearly visible, and tried to concentrate on Mad Science.

"You wanna sit with us?" Magenta asked her at lunchtime.

"I'd like to, but… I've promised Cameron to sit with him", Roxanne responded hesitantly.

"That's okay", Maj said but rolled her eyes. However, Roxanne had already gone. "Well thank God", Warren snorted to Will. "How could she ask her to sit with you?"

"I don't know what problem you have with Roxanne, Peace", Magenta snarled at him, "but I like her." She turned and caught up with Layla.

"Yeah, but she's the one who turns into a guinea-pig", Warren grumbled, causing Zach to ask, "Got a problem with that?"

After lunch break Roxanne had returned from her locker and was now searching for the room she had to go to. She had just found it on the map her father had given to her when Warren growled "Out of my way, girlie" and rammed her shoulder. On purpose. He didn't have to go my way. That hurt! Turning, she shouted furiously: "HEY!"

"What?" he sneered at her.

"Never call me a girlie again!"

"Nobody stands in my way."

"Call me Nobody - I just did."

"Well, don't complain about being called a girlie, then", Warren spat and went away, leaving her taken aback.


Roxanne slammed the door and leaned against it. She breathed hard then began to smile. Her smile grew wider and turned into a grin until she finally burst out with laughter.

"Roxanne, is that you?"

Her father appeared from the kitchen. "Heavens, what's happened?"

She tried to tell him but wasn't able to. "Later", she promised, running up the stairs. She locked herself in her room and fell down on her bed.

Oh my god. OH… MY…GOD!

I've got a boyfriend.

A boyfriend!

On my second day at high school!!!!

Cameron had asked her on the bus. He was cute – stammering and blushing a bit, then blurting out: "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

She had thought about it for a few seconds then agreed. Having a boyfriend, especially a caring one like Cameron, wasn't dangerous and he wasn't one of the 'strange guys' her father had warned her about. Unlike someone else I know…

No. Stop thinking about him. He isn't worth it. Don't ruin your day.

"Daddy?" she shouted.

"Yes, dear?"

"I have a boyfriend!"