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So, as promised we meet two new characters this chapter! I felt it was extremely necessary to do this, as I feel it would't truly be my story without a few of my own characters to toy with. And, just so you all know, I am on vacation for a month, but that shouldn't effect me updating this story at all. The only thing that may happen is that I will update later than I usually do, or earlier.

Without further ado, here is the chapter!

Luna's POV

Two days later came the thing I was dreading, but also excited about. It's my first day back in school for a month. I kept up with all of my work, and even got a little ahead, but I was still nervous. Not only am I going to a completely new school, it's my old school's rival school. I didn't actually play any school sports because I'm twelve years old in a high school. Those results just wouldn't be pretty. But I still went to the games, and even if they didn't know me, I knew some of their sports players.

They had just taken the cast off of my leg yesterday and traded it for a splint, so I was still on crutches. I protested to that, my leg felt perfectly fine, and I even walked around for them, but they insisted on having me wear the splint for two weeks before they let me walk without crutches. I waited for Pepper after eating a muffin that she had left me on the table the previous night, and sat on a barstool waiting for her to drive me to school.

She gave me a bright smile when she walked in the door and took in my appearance. Honestly it wasn't terrible. Blue suited me much better than red, and I liked the combination of blue and bronze much better than red and gold. Otherwise the uniforms were exactly the same, except my uniform for this school wasn't too big, ratty, old, or dirty. This one was new and clean, and even fit me perfectly.

I walked into the office nervously. I had convinced Pepper not to walk me in, telling her that it would give all of the kids another reason to make fun of me, and finally she let me go by myself.

"Hi, I'm here to pick up my schedule." I said to the woman behind the desk. She gave me a sweet smile.

"Hi honey. I think you have the wrong building, the middle school is the grey building." She said in the voice that adults use when they talk to children.

By now I was used to this, but it still irritated me. "No, I'm in the right building. I just transferred. The name is Luna Stark."

The woman's eyes widened. "Oh my god I had no idea-"

"Can I just have my schedule so I can get to my class please." I cut her off.

The woman handed me my schedule and bid me good luck.

1: Calculus AP

2: English AP

3: History AP

4: Physics AP

5: Mechanics

6: Computer Assisted Drafting (CAD)

7: Architectural Design

Good schedule, now just to find the classes. My homeroom was number 203 with Mrs. Murphy. I took out my map of the school, and found that from where I was, it was in the complete opposite side of the school.

I took off quickly so I wouldn't be late to homeroom and call more attention to myself than a fourteen year old senior on crutches would. I made it with a minute to spare, and I was about to walk into the door when someone slammed into me from the side and I fell, landing on my crutch."Oh, sorry! I didn't even see you there!" A loud, obnoxious voice said from above. There were some laughs and I sighed. Just what I need. I looked up, and saw a tall blonde waiting. Typical cheerleader type. Tall, big chested, her buttons on her shirt unbuttoned immodestly at the top, her skirt too short, where at where I was sitting I could see everything, and slim stomach hanging out because the shirt was too short.

"Did you?" I asked and stood, picking up my crutch.

"What? Never mind. Why are you here? Shouldn't you be in the middle school?" She asked rudely.

I couldn't help it, I lost my temper. "And shouldn't you be giving some boy a blowjob in an almost empty hallway?" I asked challengingly. I cringed inwardly. Not dealing with people for a month has made my patience with people wear thin. Or maybe my comebacks are just getting better because of Tony.

She glared at me with her eyebrows narrowed. "You little bitch I'm going to-"

"Okay girls." A voice said from behind us. I hadn't realized that my body temperature had risen ten degrees, or that my hands had gotten extremely hot. "It's time for homeroom. You can settle your little argument somewhere else."

I calmed myself down enough to bring my body temperature to a normal level. That was the first time I had ever let my powers go haywire when I am mad. What is going on? The blonde sneered at me for a moment. "You better hope that you don't see me after school, pipsqueak."

I laughed loudly to her. "You'd be in for a surprise."

Of course I would never actually use my powers in a fight with any student here, or even get in a fight with anyone in the first place, but it is better to put up a front with high schoolers. They are ridiculously catty and vicious towards each other, and usually being quiet means you don't run into trouble. Unfortunately being quiet never works for me, so I have to take the tough girl act, and hope no one challenges me. Usually because I am so young I am off limits to the popular kids, but this one seems different.

The teacher glared at me as I walked into the classroom, and all of the kids who had rushed to the door to see what was going on walked back to their desks sheepishly, while others stared openly. I didn't look at any of them and took a seat in the back corner of the room. I busied myself with an old phone Tony gave me to work with. He said that he started to get better at mechanics and engineering, by taking apart anything he could get his hands on, so he gave me the phone to work with. So far I had the whole thing gutted and I was working on putting it back together, piece by piece.

"That was quite an entrance you made."

The kid beside me leaned over in his desk to look me. He is of average height for a senior. His hair hung in his eyes, a shaggy skater cut, and I wondered how he had it. Most kids who go to this school have rich parents, and a lot of them make their kids look very proper, and this kid wasn't proper at all.

He is very pale, and has blue-green eyes. I grinned when I saw that he had a band tee shirt under his school dress shirt, a Pink Floyd shirt, and that his shoes weren't the dress shoes that the boys are supposed to wear, they were orange vans, which made him look fashionably challenged, but I still liked it.

"I didn't make an entrance, she gave me one." I shrugged. I wasn't looking to pick a fight; she was the one who walked into me.

"Very good, keep that up and you'll find out all of the school's secrets. Darien doesn't like new kids. Transfer kids need to have a good transcript to get in, she didn't recognize you, and so she probably saw you as a threat. What's your name?" he asked, turning in his seat so he could talk to me more easily.

"Luna. So Darien just picks on anyone she doesn't recognize?" I asked. That seems like a good way to make people feel terrible.

"Nah, Darien just picks on anyone she sees as a threat. You must have done something that makes her feel threatened. Probably has to do with that 'Stark Industries' backpack. Her dad is Justin Hammer, Stark Industries' rival company. I'm Brandon, by the way." He explained.

I already knew all about Hammer, as Tony and Pepper tended to laugh at him often, but I didn't know that he had a daughter. I snorted, "Hammer is hardly a rival for Stark Industries. Have you seen their products?"

This time it was Brandon's turn to laugh. "Yeah, I know. So, why do you have the backpack, you aren't an intern are you?" He asked, eyeing the bag with envy.

"Nah, my dad works there. He's kind of big, gets a lot of free stuff." I could hardly keep from laughing from the irony, but Brandon seemed to buy it.

For the rest of homeroom we talked, causing me to completely forget about my phone. The best part was, he didn't seem to mind that I was only fourteen, and soon to be fifteen. Otherwise he didn't know, but it had to be obvious, I am shorter, and lack what all of the senior girls have. The bell rang, and I cursed, putting away the phone quickly.

Aw so sweet, Luna made a friend, or rather Brandon befriended Luna.

So, how do you guys want their friendship to play out? Do we like them as friends? Do we want more of Brandon?

How do we feel about Darien? I kind of hate writing stereotypes, but I just felt the need to. Do we want more Darien? Do we want her to disappear?

Alright guys, next update should be Tuesday! Until next time!