Charlie sat in the back of his classroom, spraying hairspray in his hard dark colored hair. He watched the ladies walk by with interest, as he gave them a couple of winks and smiles here and there. It was eighth period; by the end of the day his mind was completely drifted from school, and was all over getting with girls. A small skinny blonde walked in, followed by a tall, muscular, yet very thin, brunette. He smiled, obviously interested in them. The bell rang and the teacher walked in, and began to write on the board.

He knew the brunette; that was Velma Kelly, one of the most well known girls in school. Hell, everyone knew Velma Kelly. How could you not? She was a living legend; every doll wanted to be her, every guy wanted to be with her. But... who was this cute blonde?

He turned towards her, flashing his perfect smile. "Hey," he said, as the girl looked up, slightly interested. "I'm Charlie."

The girl pointed to herself. "I'm Roxie."

Charlie smiled. "Well, nice to meet you Roxie."

He turned towards Velma, who was sitting on the opposite side of him. "And you?"

"Are not interested," she replied, not looking at him. "I haven't been since middle school. Stop askin.'"

Charlie put his hands up in the air, defensively. "Well hey, I can't help but try, hm? I mean... with an ass like yours..."

Velma looked at him, not uncomfortable, but simply annoyed. "Charlie, shut up. If you were good lookin,' yeah, I'd do you, but you're an annoying fuck with no life. Get away." She sighed and shook her head, writing frantically in her notebook.

Charlie simply smiled, and went back to flirting with other girls.

Roxie watched her, amused. She didn't expect Velma to be the type of person to take notes during class. She wrote down a couple of things here and there as well, and then looked up when she heard a paper rip. Velma ripped the paper out of her notebook and folded it up, throwing it to one of her friends who sat a couple of rows in front of her. Of course, Roxie thought to herself. Why would Velma take notes? She doesn't even do her own essays.

Forty five minutes later, the bell rang and the sounds of people standing up and books slamming was heard throughout the whole school. Velma closed her notebook and put her bag on her shoulder, walking towards the doorway with one of her friends. Roxie closed her book and threw it in her pink bag, then chased after her.

"Hey, Velma," she called, as Velma turned around.

"Oh hey," Velma said. "Thanks for the essay. Garcia said it was one of the best work I've ever done. I guess I'm going to that theatre camp."

Roxie smiled a bit. She knew it was a good idea all along. Everyone won. Velma got a good grade and gets to go to a theatre camp, and she got to talk to her. "Oh, congrats!" she said, giggling. "Listen... uhm, I just wanted to know if you wanted to go shopping some time soon or something."

Velma stopped and looked at her, her smile fading a bit. She didn't seem interested, but figured that if she wanted more things from Roxie in the future, then she would have to continue to be nice to her. She forced a smile and nodded. "Yeah... you call me whenver you wanna hang. I'm goin' home. ...See ya." Velma left Roxie standing there with a huge smile on her face, as she walked towards her locker. She was going to hang out with Velma Kelly. She threw a couple of books into her locker, grabbing a blue binder. Life couldn't get better.