Disclaimer: Joan of Arcadia does not belong to me. It belongs to CBS, well it did.

A/N: I am so sorry about the period of no updates on this. I had too much stuff to do. But now, I just started watching the Pilot of Joan of Arcadia and it got me in the mood to write again!

Chapter 3: Quit Stalking Me

Joan's evening was uneventful, she spent most of it doing homework for AP Chem. Unfortunately, Grace and Adam were elsewhere, so she had to figure out the problem by herself until tomorrow.

She went o bed and thankfully did not have any Cute Boy God dreams. Just your normal, dream. One was about Kevin and her opening up a bakery in Paris, and all the people were mad at her because she didn't speak French. Even Kevin was yelling at her in French. Then a croissant got up and somehow got a hold of a butcher's knife and chased her up the Eiffel Tower. Then she woke up.

Joan struggled to make it to her first class, which was, ironically, French. She sat down at her desk and opened her textbook and proceeded to drone alone with the teacher. Tired of looking at her textbook and only understanding half of the words, she looked around the classroom.

Then she saw him.

He was sitting there talking along with the teacher, in perfect French. He turned his head and his eyes met hers and he smiled at her. His corduroy jacket hanging off the back of the chair. His head faced the front again as the teacher, Mrs. Jenkins, asked him a question,

"Vouler vous lire le paragraph suivant si-vu-plait?" she switched back to English as she continued to look at Cute Boy God, "I'm sorry, I'm blanking on your name."

Cute Boy God smiled and straightened up in his chair, "Sam," he stated.

The rest of the class was a blur. Joan couldn't believe that God was sitting there in her class, actually taking part, and he had given himself a name, Sam. The next thing she knew the bell rang and 'Sam' was coming up to her.

He smiled at her, "Hey Joan," he pulled his corduroy jacket back on, "How'd you like class?"

"I liked the part when you weren't in my class, Sam!" She whispered at him in almost a hiss. "And since when are you 'Sam'?" she questioned him.

He shrugged, that smile still on his face, "I figured you couldn't go around calling me by my real name, so 'Sam' is my alias, at least in this form." He looked down at his body.

Joan, fed up by his appearing to her in her French class, walked away from him and out into the hall. When she stopped he was right beside her again, she jumped a little and closed her eyes, "God! I mean—Sam, don't do that!!" she exclaimed.

Sam laughed a little, "Sorry about that."

Joan continued walking to her next class, Sam keeping stride next to her. She entered AP Chem and found that Sam entered with her. She turned to face him, one of her eyebrows arched, "What're you doing?"

"I'm going to class, what does it look like?" he replied.

Joan pointed one index finger at his face, "Don't be snippy with me," Sam laughed at the comment, "No! Stop it. You're not in this class so quit stalking me!" she left him standing in the doorway as she made her way to her seat in between Grace and Adam.

(AN: I'm sorry I cannot remember the AP Chem teacher's name at the moment.)

"Attention students, we have a new student joining us today. His name is Sam Monroe. Please let him feel the welcoming vibrations, and you may take a seat next to Girardi, Polk, and Rove."

Joan's eyes widened and then she let her head fall to the desk. "Not happening." She muttered to herself.

A/N: Mwahaha he's now her stalker! Okay no not really he just wants to get to know her better. And what better way than being in all her classes. Yeah I took the name Sam from Kris' character in Ginger Snaps and Monroe cause I was thinking of Marilyn Monroe.