Hello!!! Yay! Collins is here! And I've been asked if Joanne is in this. The answer is yes. But she'll come later.

Disclaimerrrr: Johnny owns. Not meeeeeeeeeeee.

Story time!

Chapter 3: So Young And Desperate For Attention

Fourth period English. Tomas Collins found himself lucky because he had English with his good friends, Roger and Angel. Well, he hasn't really had a decent conversation with Roger since he broke up with April, but they will still friends...Right?

The desks were broken up into groups of four. The three young boho's all took a seat at one of the groups. They were missing one person though. "Uhh, guys. We need one more person." Collins said.

"Pointing out the obvious, Tomas" Roger said sarcastically. Collins shot him a glare.

"How about that kid?" Angel said while pointing to a short blonde kid. He was obviously new. You could tell from the lost look on his face.

Angel got up from his seat and walked toward the kid. "Hey, I'm Angel." He said sweetly.

"Mark...I'm Mark Cohen." He said shyly.

"So Mark, you new here?" Angel asked.

"It's that obvious?" He chucked.

"Yeah, So me and my friend's were wondering, since we only have three people, we were wondering if you'd like to join our group?"

"Sure, That'd be great." Mark said happily.

The two boys walked back to their group of desks and took their seats. "Guys, this is Mark. He's new if you didn't figure it out already." Angel introduced. "And Mark, this is Collins and Roger."

"Nice to meet you guys." Mark said.

"You too." said Collins.

Roger just stared out the window. Collins nudged his arm. "Yeah, nice to meet you." he said flatly.

"Don't mind him, he's been like this since he broke up with his girlfriend." Angel whispered to Mark so Roger couldn't hear.

Mark nodded and mouthed a 'ohh'.

"So, Mark you make a new friends yet?" Collins asked.

"Uhh, yeah. The girl I sit next to in Bio...Maureen Johnson." He said.

Angel snorted. "Typical Maureen. Always making friends." He said.

"You know her?" Mark asked.

"Since forever." Collins said.

"Oh."

"Yeah, I guess it's a good thing to be friends with Maureen." Collins said.

"Oh it is." Angel stated. "Last year she protested the cafeteria because they weren't serving anymore french fries..."

"...And Maureen was pissed so she got up on lunch tables and talked about some cow and how it needed french fries to survive in the desert or something..." Collins said.

"...And now we have french fries everyday." Angel said with a smile.

"She did it for the attention." Roger huffed, then got himself another hit on the arm by Collins.

"That's pretty neat." Mark said.

"Class! Settle Down!" The tacher yelled trying to get everyone's attention.

The boys stopped talking and focused their attention on the middle aged teacher.

"Okay, our first book of the year is 'Speak..'" She said.

Maybe Maureen could protest this book...

"I hate gym."

"Chill Meems. At least we have it every other day."

"I'd rather have it once a week...or a month even."

"Or a semester..."

"Good idea, Mo."

Mimi and Maureen were changing into their hideous gym uniforms. They wore royal blue boy shorts and a big grey T-shirt in yellow writing that said "Westchester High School". Of course the girls rolled up the shorts to an inappropriate length. And the boys would cut the sleeves off the shirt to make it a tank top. To make it simple, The uniform was hated by all.

"Physical education in this school is a disgrace. Waiting in line is hardly aerobicly affective. I doubt I worked off the calories of a stick of carefree gum!" Mimi said quoting one of her favorite movies, Clueless.

Maureen giggled. "You should come over this weekend and watch it." She said.

"I'll ask my mom...She'll probably say 'yes' anyways." The two girls chatted away as they left the girls locker room and emerged into the gym.

A loud whistle was blown and Mimi and Maureen covered their ears. "OKAY!" Said Ms. Digoriano, the very manly gym teacher. "Mr. Hughes broke his leg while on a mountain climbing trip so his 5th period gym class will be combined with mine...So Everyone line up!"

A big crowd of sophomores lined up in a line in front of the teacher. Mimi stood next to Maureen, and Maureen stood next to...

"Mark?" Maureen asked the kid next to him.

"Oh, hi Maureen...Thank gxd I know someone in this class." He said.

This made Maureen giggle. "Yeah...Oh Mark, This is my best friend, Mimi." She said.

Upon hearing her name Mimi turned around. "What?" She asked confused.

"She's kind of slow..." Maureen whispered in Mark's ear.

"I heard that, you skank!" Mimi glared.

"Ha! I was kidding! Geez. Anywho...Meems, This is my biology buddy, Mark."

"Hi Mark, I'm sure you know by now that they call me Mimi." She said with a smile.

"Yeah..."

"Okay everyone! We're walking the track!" Yelled Ms. Digoriano.

"I hate walking the track, you stupid man-lady." Maureen murmured

"What was that, Johnson?" Asked the teacher.

"I love walking the track! We should walk it more often!" She covered up facetiously.

The man-lady turned around and walked toward the door. The three teens fell into a fit of laughter.

"Nice save, Mo." Mimi said. "I thought you were going to tell her off."

"Uhm, I'm not messing with that thing. She might crush me into a little ball if I talk back to her." More laughter.

Let's get our walk on!

Yeah, this chapter sucked. You'll be seeing an update around Thurday night. Next chapter...well, you'll have to wait and see.

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