(A/N) this is my first ff. oh and beforehand, if for some reason I ended up copying someone's storyline… I am sorry. I haven't read all fan fictions created so I have no idea. Well now that that's out of the way... let's get to the story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of twilight except the characters you don't recognize from the series.

-Ch. 3 pt. II-

Roxanne's next class was U.S History. She walked in the door and looked around for anyone who she might recognize, she didn't see anyone. Then she walked over to the teacher. He gave her a syllabus list that said what they were going to be discussing and told her where her seat was. Her seat was at the very back near the outside window. As Roxanne sat down, she thought sarcastically 'fantastic, this is going to be such fun'. She was looking through the textbook lazily when she sensed someone watching her. At first she thought maybe she was just a little nervous and paranoid but the feeling would just not go away. Roxanne looked up from the book and saw a very handsome guy staring at her from the desk next to her on her right. She blushed and went right back to looking at her text book.

The teacher started the class and started discussing about their current topic on what effects the Civil Wars had on American society. Roxanne's former history teacher had already discussed much of this subject, so Roxanne just doodled in her notebook instead. Roxanne was a lyricist and often liked to write poems and songs. She started to write a small poem when she felt that paranoid feeling again. She looked up and saw that guy staring at her again. Roxanne got a bit annoyed and whispered him, "Why do you keep staring at me?"

The guy whispered back "I was just admiring your eyes. They're very beautiful" he smiled.

She blushed "well, uh, thanks I guess." she said and returned to her poem.

"What are writing?" the guy asked, leaning over to look at her paper.

"Oh, it's nothing really." Roxanne said.

"Can I see?"

"Sure, I guess." She gave him the paper.

It read:

Lifeless body
with the echo of
a broken heart hopeless etched inside

searching for salvation

"It's pretty crappy huh" she said.

"No, it's good. Its short but it says so much. You're very good." He complimented as he gave Roxanne back her paper.

"Thank you" she smiled.

"Your welcome" he said and then moved his attention back to the teacher.

Roxanne just simply stared at him. She couldn't stop oogling over his short and messy, black hair with a bleach color fringed on the top, and his athletic built body. He was a bit pale though, but who couldn't be when they lived in a state where the sun doesn't shine. What really kind of caught her attention was the color of his eyes. They were an oddly dark shade of purple, like a dark shade of red with hints of blue. They were quite attractive to Roxanne, as were the rest of his "hunk" like features. She sighed and listened to the teacher lecture.

Later, the bell rang announcing that it was lunch time. Roxanne packed up and headed out the door to the lunch quad area. When she got there she couldn't decide where to sit until she heard someone call her name.

"Hey Roxi, over here" Kelly waved.

Roxanne walked over to their table.

"Why don't ya sit with us" said Fontaine.

She sat down on the bench side facing them and pulled out her lunch. "So, how was your last class?" asked Kelly.

"It was interesting. This guy who was sitting next to me said that my eyes were pretty." Roxanne smiled.

"Who did?"

"I don't know. He didn't really tell me his name. But, he is soo cute."

"Well can you see him anywhere? Maybe we might know him" said Fontaine.

Roxanne searched for him with her eyes. When she finally found him, she saw that he was sitting by himself in a far corner.

"He's over there" she said, pointing him out.

"Oh, that's Tucker Jones. He's in my art class." said Fontaine.

"Really?" asked Roxi.

"Yeah, he's really good at drawing stuff, but not as good as I am." Fontaine laughed.

"Sure he isn't" Kelly agreed, sarcastically.

"He's hott though" Roxanne sighed and continued eating her lunch. She stared at the Tucker guy. He was in the corner looking around aimlessly and drinking what looked like dark red Gatorade. He caught Roxanne staring at him and grinned. She smiled back.

"So, what's your next class Roxi?" one of the girls asked.

"Uh, Ag. Vet, I think."

"Ag. Vet? Why are you taking one of those classes?" asked Fontaine.

"I don't know. i just am"

"Ok then, well what do you have after that class then? We have choir" said Kelly. Roxanne checked her schedule again. "I have choir too"

"Omg! That's so awesome! You'll like that class. We get to do cool stuff like take field trips and we get to do our own solos on Fridays! It's so much fun. The only stinky part is the occasional concert we do in the auditorium in front of the school. It's pretty much Mrs.Taraccotta's version of a test. But anyway, we should all like hangout after school or something like that" said Kelly.

"Yeah, we so should" agreed Fontaine. Roxanne thought for a second and then said "Well, its fine with me I guess. I don't really have anything to do after school well other than homework."

"Yay" the girls interjected. Soon after that, lunch was over and they all went to their next class of the day.

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okay.. well i know it's been a while, but i sort of go through writters block a lot, so yeah.. anywayz.. here's the other part of chapter 3.

p.s. the poem that Roxi wrote was one of my own poems too, its not much but oh well.

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