Update! It's not very good though!

Sorry it took so long, I had GCSE revision, what with school and stuff (in the USA that's equivelant to SAT's...I think. Yeah...I'm english!)

Thanks...! Try not to get too bored...

Disclaimer: I do not own Perfect chemistry OR Rules of attraction.

Dylan

My eyes open to a brightly lit room and a black blur.

"Dylan! Wake up!" The blur screams, right next to my ear. Is it God?

"Huh?" I murmur. "God. I wanna sleep some more, God, go away."

"What the hell, Dylan? Wake up! It's time for school, and moms making breakfast. Is eggs okay for you?"

Oh. It's Celia. I get up immediately, ignoring the head rush compensating for it, but am pushed back by the weight settling on my midsection. My eyes focus as I rub them. Celia is sitting- no straddling- my midsection, her short, black hair framing her face and her eyeliner bringing out the hazel spots in her brown eyes.

Huh. She looks good. I shake my head, quickly, and grunt something along the lines of, "yeah, sure."

Celia nods her head, and swings herself off me, quickly. Cold air rushes to me, and I try not to think about how warm she felt on top of me. Well, I am a male.

"Well hurry up, 'cause school's starting in half an hour." She says, turning around and walking away. Before she leaves I hear her make a sound that sounds suspiciously like a snort and say, "God!"

Fuck. How many times do I have to embarrass myself in front of this girl. Not that I care, or anything, but...

I swing out of bed and walk into the bathroom. After a quick shower, I towel out my hair and slip on comfortable jeans and a t-shirt (careful not to catch my lip ring). Then I slips downstairs to see all three Fuentes girls sitting on the dining table.

"Hey, Dylan." Mrs. F says, propping a plate of eggs on the table near the smallest daughter. "Sit. Have some eggs."

Mr. F narrows his eyes and turns away, his coffee cup clutched in his hand. I guess I'm not forgiven for last night.

Everything seems to pass in a blur after that, breakfast, and the next thing I know, I'm sitting in the passenger seat of the car with Celia driving. She's staring straight ahead, and I take a deep breath to calm myself.

"So." I say, "is your school...uh...good, then?" Stupid, stupid, stupid!

Celia is still staring straight ahead, "yeah," she answers.

I nod, complacently. Man this is so fuckin' awkward!

We continue in silence, Celia obviously seething, and me, staring down at my nails and slipping my tongue inside my lip-ring and twisting it right round.

By the time we arrive, I'm practically praying for release from the car. I slip out and stare at my new temporary school. It's a big, grey building with a huge banner saying- Welcome to Flatiron High: home to the Panthers!

Celia leads me into the building, followed by hordes of kids all ranging from fifteen to eighteen.

"Your first lesson is English Lit, room 103, in the South facing building. If you want, I can walk you there." Celia says over the chatter of my temporary peers. I raise an eyebrow at her switching on to full jerk mode, 'cause I feel like it.

"Really? Sure you can handle walking the whole way? Sure you won't have a mental breakdown or something, being in my presence for too long?"

Celia rolls her eyes at me, her hands going to her hips. Her full, curvy, delicious hips.

I shake my head, like a dog shaking his head after taking a plunge at the deep end. Where the hell had that crap come from all of a sudden.

"Fine then. Good luck." She says, and turns swiftly on her heel and walks away.

It takes all my effort not to watch her leave.