Hey guy's. Sorry about the long wait. This chapter was written by me AMAZING co-writer white wave warrior!! Hope you like it.

Since Mr. Will No-last-name had left me at my door, I had sat on my bed with the fan turned on, trying to get enough energy to get up to do my homework. Just as I was about to move, I heard a soft knock on the door from where I was laying in bed.

"Hey Mary." Courtney poked her head into the room, I'm not sure why it's her room as well, saw that I was awake and then walked in. "How are you feeling?"

How am I feeling? Now there's a loaded question. I had just moved, yet again. I was in a completely different, and yet amazing school. I had just fainted and met the one of the hottest guys ever. And she wants to know how I'm feeling?

"Eh." I shrugged. "Okay, I guess."

Courtney gave me this sceptical look. "So what happened? Who was the guy?" After I explained everything, she squealed. "Ohmigosh, ohmigosh! You just met THE William!!"

"THE WHO?!" She gave me an exasperated look. "William or I guess Will to you, Moor. His dad is like mega-important; he's the headmaster at this school. Will, He's a junior! Mary he's a junior"

Huh…HE'S THE HEADMASTERS SON! Damn! I shrugged and got up to turn up my fan, I was still feeling kind of light headed in this overly humid climate. "So you wanna go get some milkshakes or something? 'Cuz I really don't feel like doing Algebra yet…"

Courtney stared at me like I had suddenly grown three heads. "You mean you don't want to talk about Will?"

I shook my head no. "Why would I? I'll probably never talk to him again anyway" Once again Courtney gave what I can only guess is her signature "pshtt yeah sure you aren't" face.

I sighed not wanting to explain to her that there was no way he would be interested in me. He was just helping me out like any other nice, hot junior would do for a lost, fainting freshman.

I decided it was best just to ignore the face she was giving me, grabbed my wallet, and forced her to go with me to get my brain food.

A few days later…

I was walking to dance class, late again when I accidentally bumped into someone.

"Sorry! Sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going and I'm really late and I'm really sorry!" I tried to apologize not really looking up from cramming for a quiz I had after dance class.

"It's alright, freshman." That voice…it sounded familiar. I looked up to see Will giving me a breath-taking smile and couldn't help the blush that spread across my cheeks. "How are you feeling?" He asked, looking very concerned. I wondered if he's here for acting…

My blushed deepened. "Better, thanks."

"You know, you should be careful where you walk, you could get hurt running into people." I must have looked like tomato by now. I hate how I can't control how red my face, my mother used to call me her little red pepper when I was younger. Embarrassing, I know. "If you wanted, I could teach you how to walk…maybe take you to dinner?" He gave me a cocky grin.

I smiled up at him, shocked that he wanted to go out on a date with me of all people. According to Courtney, all the girls at this school swooned at the sight of him, and here I was being asked out by him. "Uhm…I think I'll pass on the walking lessons, but dinner would be nice. But I have to go to class right now or my dance instructor will have a heart attack."

And with that I ran as quickly as I could to my lesson where I worked my butt off, using the energy from my excitement about my upcoming date to give some extra feeling to my dance moves.

It was Friday night and I was finally wearing a Courtney-approved outfit with a Courtney-approved hair-do for my date with Will. Don't get me wrong, Courtney was quickly becoming one of my best friends, but five hours getting ready for a date was a little ridiculous. FIVE HOURS of her critiquing everything in my closet. It was a little insulting.

We had decided to just meet at the on-campus casual Italian restaurant for dinner, instead of him picking me up, so I showed up at 7:05 p.m. Fashionably late, of course. He was already sitting at a table, looking absolutely adorable in a preppy but fashionable sweater flashing that gorgeous grin of his.

"Hey," I said smiling shyly, sitting down across from him. "Hey beautiful," he smiled right back, although more cocky than shy. And from there everything went downhill.

All this boy could talk about was himself; HIS singing, HIS car, HIS life, HIS friends, HIS favourite sports teams. It went on and on and ON. Now, some people might say that I should be interested in what my date wants to say, but after him talking straight through the bread basket and way into dinner without once asking about me, I couldn't take it anymore!

I was sitting there, playing with my napkin and now completely ignoring Will without him noticing, when Tom came up to the table. "Hey Mary, how's everything going?" I swear. I could have kissed Tom then and there for finally making Will shut up.

"Hey!" I exclaimed, a little enthusiastic to have someone else to talk to. "Everything's good, how 'bout you?" We continued to exchange pleasantries and for some reason Tom completely ignored Will. I could see Will's getting madder and madder with each passing second until finally he looked like he was going to burst.

We didn't flirt, but it still seemed to really make Will jealous. I didn't really get it, but I can't say I felt bad that Will wasn't happy when he had made me sit through the worst date that I had ever been on. Tom was my hero.

When there was nothing else to talk about, Tom said good-bye and left the restaurant leaving me once again with the pompous ass that was my date. However, Will was no longer in the mood to talk and we just sat and ate in silence. The silence continued all the way until the check came.

"So…you owe me about $12.50 for your dinner." Oh no he didn't! Was Will actually asking me to pay for my dinner on our date! I'm all for equal treatment for women, but that was just unnecessary I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't completely daydreaming, but no he really did expect me to pay.

I gave him the money and we went our separate ways back to our separate dorms. That was the last time I'd ever make an effort to talk to him. I fumed all the way back to my dorm and slammed the door to our room. I didn't feel like talking to Courtney so I simply said that the date sucked, climbed into bed and turned out my light to make any further conversation impossible.

And all I could do was count my lucky stars that Tom had prevented the date from being a total waste of my time.

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White Wave Warrior!!!!!!!!!!