Hi! Sorry I haven't updated in a while for anybody who was reading this story. I haven't had the time to traveling around a lot with a bunch of school work. I was also pretty busy in FL, so that was my summer. Haha. Anyways, I hope I'll be able to continue this story, and this one is a bit longer than the other chapters. I think. Anyways, enjoy please :)

Roy's Point of View

Going to sleep the night before with a first crush, or love, was very difficult. Although my dreams had nothing to do with her, the first thing that I thought of when I woke up was Riza. This was not very difficult, as my first day out of Central started with ice cold water colliding with my face, thrown by Riza. She had then coldly told me that breakfast was ready downstairs and to hurry so that we could go and purchase my uniform for the school.

When I had arrived down stairs in Central's uniform, a grey pair of pants and a white t-shirt, toast, eggs, and bacon were neatly arranged with a cup of milk on the side. After quickly stuffing down breakfast I went to the door to retrieve my shoes, where Riza was already waiting. The sight of her in a skirt, t-shirt, and a vest, although it was uniform, made her stunningly beautiful. Shaking my head I decided to put on my shoes. I can't be thinking these type of thoughts about Mr. Hawkeye's daughter. I might not pass his little examination!

When we started walking down the dirt path road for a while in cold silence, I decided to try to break the ice, saying, "How far away is school?"

However, the question might have sounded rude to her, for she snapped, "It's a forty-five minute walk. I suggest you learn that transportation here is very expensive with very bad quality, thus making walking the better choice."

I turned to look at her confused, but she had already turned her attention back to the road, with a big frown on her face.

"Well," I attempted again, "You never told me your age…"

"I'm thirteen," she replied, keeping her eyes straight ahead.

"Oh that's cool," I replied, "Do you enjoy finally being a teenager?"

She simply glared at me through the corners of her eyes and looked back to the road.

"What? Am I that bad that you refuse to answer my questions?" I asked, smirking, but secretly freaked out inside.

"I only answer necessary questions. No opinions," Riza said calmly.

"Ok," I said, getting the feeling that she really didn't want to talk to me.

When we finally arrived the school, situated in a fairly big town, Riza lead me to the front office and told them who I was, and to my surprise I was already enrolled with a 1 day notice. After the talking was done, one of the counselors led me to get my uniform, which consisted of black shoes, pants, a white collared shirt, and a blue vest, with a tie. I also got a new backpack, already full of my school supplies and text books.

When I went back into the main hallway, I realized that a lot of students were had already arrived.

"Odd," I thought as I looked up at the clock which read 8 o'clock. School didn't start until 8:30 the counselor had told me. One thing was for sure and it was that this school was certainly different from that of Central's.

Since Riza had abandoned me at the first opportunity she got, I went through the large hallways, turning at every corner, only to find myself even more lost than I was already. Looking down at my schedule, I came to realize that there was a map of this school and that nobody could navigate themselves to a classroom on the first day without a map.

When I finally found my classroom at 8:15, the class was already full of other kids. The second I put myself through the door, I heard a familiar voice…

"Roy!"

Turning the direction the voice had come from, I came face-to-face with my best friend from Central, Maes Hughes. Unfortunately, he had to move because of his father's job transfer to the East. I just thought I would never get to see him again.

As Maes jumped tables to reach me, making sure his glasses didn't fall in the process. When he reached me, he gave me a hug and asked, "Roy what on Earth are you doing here in the East? I never thought the likes of you would ever come here since there isn't much to study alchemy wise."

I glared at him. He was the only one of my friends back in Central who knew about my interest in alchemy. I just didn't want people knowing back home, since people often looked at you as a future dog of the military, something I despised.

As Maes hugged me tighter, making it more and more difficult to breathe, I gasped before I lost full consciousness, "Maes get off me before I suffocate."

"Sorry, Maes said taking a step back, "Just missed my best pal! Not seeing you for a year has been tough man. There's nobody here that I can pick on daily and bother about getting a long-term girlfriend! I mean, honestly Roy, you'd think with your looks you would get a girl into a real relationship! I mean come on!"

"Maes," I started, irritated that he was just going to burst everything about me in front of the entire class, which was actually not looking our way strangely. Usually when people saw Maes talk at our school, everybody shut up.

"I know that I'm tall dark and handsome," continued Maes on his lecture about love, "But you are too! I mean, I've only been here for a year and I've got a girl already!"

"MAES!" I yelled attracting some eyes in our direction, "Will you just shut it?" I had forgotten how much Maes blabbered. "That's great you have a girl Maes, but really, school's only started for a month now and the last time I saw you was just two months ago. I don't think it was to long."

Maes nodded, letting every word sink into his brain. Hopefully…

"Anyways, I'm here in the East because of alchemy. I'm an apprentice for alchemy to Mr. Hawkeye. Well, I hope to be anyways. I have to pass an examination or something…Have you heard of him?" I asked, moving out of the way of the door so more people could get through.

"That's so cool! So now you can fix everything you break from your clumsiness!" Maes exclaimed happily.

"Hey! I'm not clumsy!" I yelled. At least not too clumsy.

"Sure, but have you met the Hawk yet? He's kind of scary I heard and he rarely accepts anybody."

"I'm actually living with him right now. As for meeting him…He's very intimidating, but I think he's actually a nice guy underneath. But I haven't seen him since yesterday," I replied.

"Yea he could be nice underneath. Just very deep down," Maes said rolling his eyes. Then he suddenly came close to my ears and whispered in a way that made my ears tickle, "You're living with Riza Hawkeye?"

My reaction to the statement was, "Ew Maes! Don't you brush?" I exclaimed, backing away in disgust.

"As a matter of fact, I do. You just happen to have a bad nose. So are you?" His eyes growing bigger.

I didn't know if it was good to tell him or not, so I just said, "Yeah, do you know her?"

"Hell yeah! I sit right behind her. I think I'd be a bad classmate if I didn't. She's like the smartest in our class. God, she's good at anything. You could give her a college question, and I bet she could make an educated guess, get it wrong, but still look like she got it right! Teachers refer to her as "The Prodigy." She does everything perfectly and is like a rule book. She even has a perfect attendance record and…"

"Wait," I said, not caring about the rest of his ranting putting my hand on his mouth, "She's in this class?"

"Yup, right in front of the teacher's desk," Maes said, voice muffled since my hand was on his mouth. When I removed it he started back to his ranting. I felt like a volcano just now, building up until I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Can. You. Please. Shut. The. Hell. Up!" I gritted through my teeth. Maes stopped and smiled. "Good," I said, "But isn't she like two years younger than us?"

"She skipped a grade," Maes replied, looking scared to speak still.

"Just a grade?" I asked. If she was two years younger, then how was that possible…

"Yup. She started school early. She's a genius!" Maes exclaimed. "I bet she's even smarter than you!"

"Haha, very funny Maes," I said sarcastically. I'd actually like to see that. "So she's in all our classes?"

"Yup." He replied, smiling goofily.

"Are you infatuated with her or something?" I asked curiously. Maybe Riza was his girlfriend he was talking about.

"NO!" Maes retorted. "I'd have to be pedophile to like a girl nearly three years younger than me! Geez. And I already told you I have a girlfriend. She's perfect, just not Riza perfect. Anyways, I was hoping maybe you might like Riza," Maes squealed.

"What's that supposed to mean? I go for older girls, remember?" I said partially annoyed. "So what are grades at this school?" I asked curiously. So far, I knew nothing about this school.

"Straight As, as usually the great Maes Hughes performs. I was actually moved up from class C to class A. My parents were so proud, that they were taking pictures of the notification and me. SO ANNOYING!"

"I can only imagine," I muttered. Maes's mom was a well-known photographer back in Central, working for Central's "Get Into Central News" newspaper company. Maes, being around pictures all the time hated them. Thank goodness he wasn't like his mom, and more like his dad who worked in the military's detective stuff. "So what's the difference between a A and a C class?"

"Everything!" Maes said, "For A class, no final grades can be Bs. And for B class, no Cs. And for C class, nothing below a D. After that you get kicked out of the school. Oh, and Roy, I should warn you that homework grades here count as 30% of our grade and participation is 20%," Maes added casually.

"What kind of school is this?" I yelled, freaked out.

"A prep school," answered a voice. As I turned around I met up with a woman teacher. "So you are our exchange student from Central…Interesting." She said as she looked me up and down.

I stood like a statue as she did this, and realized that Maes had disappeared from my side and was somewhere in the many eyes that were on me.

"Why don't' you introduce yourself to the class?" she prompted. "I'm Mrs. Hastings."

As I turned to stare at the class, I breathed in and said, "Good morning. I am Roy Mustang from Central in case you didn't know."

The whole class chanted, "Good morning Roy." I caught Riza in the crowd, who had not said anything, but was instead looking at me with so much hatred, it scared me. Looking around the classroom, I found only one seat available. I looked up at Mrs. Hastings, who had already started writing furiously on the blackboard. I went as quickly as I could I took a seat next to the person and looked up at Mrs. Hastings.

Mrs. Hastings had already proceeded to the podium in front of the class while I was going to my seat, and she now sighed deeply. As she did this, the tension in the classroom jumped up a few levels. The person next to me was tapping their feet excessively. It was almost like they were getting ready to receive their test scores or something. Which I soon found out, they were. Apparently the class didn't do so well on their tests, but the lowest grade was a 81, which was still a B. As Bs were bad in an A class, the teacher decided to solve the problem by giving a partner assignment were you would work with the person sitting beside yourself. When I finally got a good look at the person I was sitting next to, to my horror, it was Riza, the girl who supposedly hated my guts right now.

After Mrs. Hastings had passed out the project papers, I decided to look at them. I noticed everything should be done by two people, otherwise it was impossible to finish this in one class period. I turned towards Riza and nervously said, "Hi."

Being in chemistry class full of liquids that could chemically explode if mixed incorrectly and sitting next to somebody so intimidating, I believed I had the right to feel scared.

Riza, in turn, just looked at me coldly, and said, "Look, I have a perfect 120% in this class, and I've worked hard to get it. I don't want some partner lab grade to decrease it in any way, so just let me do all the work and when the teaches comes by take my notes and pretend to read them or look busy, because she'll be getting participation grades then. Understand dummy?"

I looked at her, but as I was about to reply, her head was smashed down onto the table.

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