Back again with another. Thanks for all the attention this story has gotten. Two things I need to say. First let me just say that, yes this is based off the anime/manga Masamune-kun no Revenge by Hazuki Takeoka. Also, I'm not going to spoil the pairings for this story, because I want to keep everyone guessing to the end. I will say that once it is over, you won't be disappointed.

Anyway on to chapter 2! Enjoy!

Chapter 2: The New Student

Frank sighed into his hands. It had been a week since the first day of his last year at Berk Hgh School. The years weren't as bad as he had imagined. Elementary and middle school had been especially tough on him because he was always an easy target for bullies. They would make fun of him for his weight, or his smarts, knocking his books out of his hands, tripping him in the halls, plus the occasional swirly. But then suddenly about half through eighth grade he got bigger. His fat began to form into muscle. And people stopped knocking him around. People suddenly wanted to be his friend. He got invited to things, whether it was parties, or clubs. He got asked to be on the football team, the soccer team, and the rugby team. But he knew that wasn't who he was. He knew brain was better than brawn, and that's why he joined the chess club.

Chess was one of his favorite hobbies. His dad had been a grandmaster, and he made sure his son was the best at the game. Frank could beat just about anyone, or anything. He won many trophies at many chess competitions, and during his freshman year, he joined the Berk High School chess club. He quickly surpassed all other members, and was the first freshman to be elected captain of the team. He led them to victory in many competitions, whether they were local, or out of town. He was so good, he managed to lead them to the nationals. And it was there he met-

"Franklin." A voice drew him out of his day dream.

Frank looked up at the teacher. "Yes sir?"

"You still awake over there?"

Frank nodded before sitting up straighter. "Yes sir, sorry Coach Michaels."

Michaels nodded before turning back around the board. Picking up a dry erase marker he wrote Feudalism in big letters across the top of the board. "Now as I was saying. Today we're going to be starting our lesson on feudalism, and how it impacted Europe. More specifically England." He turned back to the class. "Now, who here can tell me the definition of Feudalism? Anyone? Anyone?" He pointed to Astrid who shook her head. "Heather?" Coach pointed to the girl behind Astrid. She also didn't know. "Frank?" Coach Michaels asked.

Frank didn't know either, but he was at least going to give an answer. "Game of Thrones?" That got a laugh out of a few people, but alas, he was also wrong.

"Not quite, but good guess." He turned to the board and began to write. "Feudalism, by definition, was the dominant social system in medieval Europe, in which the nobility held lands from the crown in exchange for military service." When he was finished writing he turned back to the class. "Vassals, were tenants of the nobles, while peasants were obliged to live on their lord's land and pay him homage, labor, and a share of produce in exchange for military protection." He waited a few minutes before continuing. "Everyone got this?" He turned back to the board. "I'm erasing it." No one said anything, and so he erased the definition.

Frank yawned as the teacher droned on. He always enjoyed a good lecture, but the earliest class was always the hardest for him to pay attention in. He hated mornings. He jotted down notes as the teacher continued to talk. Coach Michaels was just getting into the Norman conquest of England when a knock came from the door.

Everyone looked up to see who it was. Coach put down his marker before moving to the door. He opened it to reveal two people. One was Principal Haddock, but who was the other one? He was a teenager. Obviously a new student. He had auburn hair that went down just above his shoulders. He was wearing a thin black leather jacket that was zipped half way up over what looked like a green T-shirt. He was also wearing blue jeans, and a pair of western boots. He had a black satchel hanging over his shoulder.

"Do you have a moment Coach?" Stan asked.

Michaels nodded. "Of course, come on in."

Stan led the new student into the room before standing him before the class. "Good morning students." Everyone responded with an uneven reply. "This," he firmly clasped the boy's shoulders, "is Andrew Henderson. He's a new student starting today, so let's make sure we make him feel welcome." Everyone responded with uneven 'Hi Andrews', and with that Stan released Andrew. "Well," he cleared his throat before reaching a hand out. "Good luck."

Andrew took. "Thanks Mr. Haddock." The guy had a deep nasally voice.

When Mr. Haddock was out of the room Coach Michaels introduced himself to the new student. "Well, welcome aboard Andrew. Why don't you take a seat," he looked across the room, but his class was one of the few that was full, "oh there's an open one right next to Frank."

"Who's that?" Andrew asked.

"The big blonde guy in the back." He pointed to Frank.

Andrew looked to Frank, and then to the empty seat before shrugging and making his way back. As Andrew made his way back, Frank looked at the time. It was almost time for the period to be over. He closed his note book and along with everyone else, began to put his things back in his back pack so he could be ready when the bell rang. Andrew sat down and turned to Frank. "High. I'm Andrew."

Frank paused long enough to shake the guy's hand. "Frank."

"Before you go." Michaels spoke up. "Let's review."

"What are we covering?" Andrew whispered.

"Right now? The impact Feudalism had on medieval Europe, and more specifically England." Frank answered.

Andrew smiled. "Nice! Norman Conquest, Serfs, Saxons, and the Doomsday Book."

Frank blinked at him. "Uh."

"Frank." Coach said. "What is the definition of Feudalism?"

"Uh." Frank had already put his notes away, but he remembered. "Fue-" but the new kid beat him to it.

"Feudalism was the dominant social system in medieval Europe in which the nobility held lands the nobility held lands from the crown in exchange for military service. Vassals were in turn tenants of the nobles, while serfs were obliged to live on their lord's land and give him homage."

Frank along with the rest of the class looked at him shocked. Coach Michaels cleared his throat. "Um. Good answer."

The bell rang soon after, and while a majority of the class was quick to run out the door, Frank held Andrew back. "Where did you learn that?"

He shrugged. "My old school's already covered this stuff."

Frank stood up revealing he and Andrew were the same height. He followed him out into the hallway. "Where is your old school?"

Andrew took his time in answering. "It was out of state."

"Oh really? Which state?"

"One on the other side of the country."

Frank usually wasn't one to prod, but Andrew seemed to be very intelligent. He wanted to find out where this guy was from. "Which state? Come on, you can tell me."

"Look man, no offence, but I don't know you well enough to share that information." He looked at his watch. "Hey we got two minutes to get to class. Can you point me towards the 300 hall?"

Frank nodded. "I'm actually headed there now."

"Cool."

"So what's your next class?" Frank asked.

Andrew pulled his schedule out of his pocket. "Uh, statistics."

Frank smiled. "Cool, mine too." Frank looked over at Andrew's schedule. "Oh, it looks like we're going to the same class."

Andrew nodded before putting his schedule back in his pocket. They continued their walk in silence. Andrew didn't seem like he wanted to share any information about his school, and so Frank wasn't going to try to force it out of him. Frank already knew Andrew had knowledge about history, but statistics was his domain. He was the king of this classroom.

Frank and Andrew made it to class with several seconds to spare and sat in the front of the room. After Andrew had introduced himself, and the lecture had begun, Frank managed to keep up no problem, but Andrew always seemed one step ahead, answering questions before he could, raising his hand before anyone else had finished jotting down the notes. Who did this guy think he was showing up out of nowhere and stealing his thunder?

Frank knew it wasn't fair to be angry at Andrew. Schools all over the country taught different curriculums at different times, and some states required certain things other states did not. And transferring from one state to another must have been difficult. Frank sighed as Andrew answered yet another question. 'Guess I'll just have to try harder.' He thought.

About half way through the class Frank gave up on trying to answer questions and just let Andrew have at it. By the time the bell rang Andrew was answering questions for the next day's lesson. He was relieved when the bell rang and class was over. He had to get away from this guy for a while before his brain exploded. Frank shook Andrew's hand before they parted ways. "You should sit with us at lunch. Our table is in the south west corner near the vending machines."

Andrew nodded. "I just might take you up on that."

Frank began to make his way to his third period class, which was astronomy. Another favorite for him. Not just because it was interesting, but because he got to sit next to the most beautiful girl in the world. Her milky white skin was always glowing. Her brunette hair was always pulled around her shoulder revealing beautiful green-

"Hey Frank." Heather said. She caught up with him on their way to Astronomy. Her sudden arrival startled him causing him to trip over himself and nearly topple over. She giggled at his clumsiness. "So I saw you talking to the new kid on your way to statistics."

Frank nodded. He and Heather shared several classes. Including History, Stat, and Astronomy, all back to back. "Y-Yeah I was. He seems like a nice guy."

Heather turned her head to look at him. "Where's he from?" She asked.

Frank sighed. "I'm not sure. He didn't seem to want to share information."

Heather nodded. "Must be a good school. Wherever it is."

Frank nodded. "Yeah."

They walked the next few seconds in silence. "Astrid seemed better today."

Heather shook her head. "She may act the different, but I can see it in her eyes. Deep down she's..."

They walked into Astronomy together and sat down in their usual spot. Heather began to get out her note taking tools, while all Frank could do was try not to stare at her. It was hard to do in the other classes because they sat on opposite sides of the room, but here he a got a full view of her.

She probably had no idea of his true feelings for her. And he was perfectly fine with that. They were good friends, and he would rather remain her friend, than wind up having his heart broken, so he kept his feelings to himself.

"What is it?" She asked.

Frank hadn't realized he was staring. He blinked before clearing his throat. "Uh, I was just looking at the moon poster on the wall."

Heather turned to look at said poster. He quickly buried his face in his book bag to grab his Astronomy note book and pencil while she was distracted. "That's Venus." She said turning back to him.

Frank pulled his stuff out. "Really? Hard to tell from here."

Heather cleared her throat. "You're acting weird today."

Frank shrugged as he opened his note book. "Guess it's the weather."

The bell rang signaling the start of class. "Alright class." Mr. Herpich walked up to the front of the room. "Today we'll be-" The door suddenly opened and Andrew walked in.

"Sorry I'm late. Got lost on the way over."

Herpich nodded. "You must be Andrew." He turned to the class. "You can have that seat." He pointed to the empty desk behind Heather.

Andrew walked over and sat down in said seat. "Hey guys." He said sitting down. "What are the odds huh?"

"Yeah." Frank muttered. 'What are the odds?'

Luckily Andrew wasn't in his fourth period, which was orchestra. Again he got to sit next to Heather. Both of them were violin players. In fact both were the best violin players in the whole school. Or at least he was third and she was second. Astrid was first chair. She was always first chair. She had made region three years in a row, and state twice. Yes when it came to music, Astrid strived to be the best, and she always was.

After orchestra was lunch. He was seriously reconsidering having Andrew sit with him. He and his friends were considered some of the smartest in school, what if they left him for Andrew? He shook his head. There was no way something like that would happen. He made it to the lunch room just as the line was forming. Once he had his food, he went and sat down at his usual table. Gustav and Evan hadn't made it yet, but one person had.

"Hey Frank." Andrew greeted. He brought his own lunch that day, so he didn't have to wait in the line.

"Hey Andrew." Frank sat down across from him.

Frank hadn't known Andrew for very long, and since he wasn't open to talking about where he came from, Frank was having trouble finding a good conversation starter. So he decided to just wait for his other friends to show up.

Andrew decided to break the ice first. "Look Frank. I know what how you feel about me."

Frank stopped chewing and looked at him. "What do you mean?" He asked before swallowing.

Andrew took a swig from his water bottle before answering. "You're the smartest guy in class. Some guy comes in, and suddenly you find yourself being ousted in every subject. Right now I'm not someone you want to be around." Frank's face went red. Was he really that obvious in Astronomy? "If you don't want to be friends with me. I'll-"

"Of course I want to be friends with you!" Frank said. It said louder than intended and was drawing the attention of several other people. "I'm sorry for my behavior. I'm not used to having someone knowing more than I do. I guess I just, got a little emotional."

Andrew smiled. "I'm glad I made a friend on my first day."

Frank returned it. "Does this mean you'll tell me where you're from?" Andrew didn't answer, instead deciding to take another bite of his sandwich. Frank chuckled before eating some more of his food. "Guess I'll have to get to know you a little more."

As the time went by, more people came into the lunch room. In less than five minutes the room was full and the line long. Evan and Gustav were quick to find them. "Who's this?" Gustav asked sitting next to Andrew.

Andrew stuck his hand out. "Andrew." Gustav and Evan shook it. "Frank here has been helping me find my way around the school."

"Really?" Evan asked. "Didn't know you were into that kind of stuff Frank." Evan bumbed Frank's shoulder with his own.

"You know I don't." Frank muttered.

Andrew chuckled. "Even if we both swung that way, he wouldn't be the one I'd go for. There's only one person I'm after."

"You sound so serious." Evan said.

Andrew looked him dead in the eye. "Because I am."

"Who are you after?" Gustav asked.

Andrew finished his sandwich before washing it down with another swig from his water bottle. "It's not important. "

Frank shook his head before taking another bite of his own food. 'Who is this guy?'

Who is this new student? And who is it he's after? As you can see this was a time skip. I promise we'll start getting into the good stuff soon, just bear with me. Thanks for all the faves and follows! Till next time!