(After my sister had read the story, she jumped me and asked "how did Vega meet Punk Rocket? He's British!" I just told her that Vega went to school in England for a while... and then this fic was INSPIRED! Muahaha!

Also, if I MAJORLY screwed up on the last part about the chips/crisps... don't chop me into bits. Please.

Thomas grinned. He had scared another little kid away from part of his lunch. "Hey, Thomas!" Thomas rolled his red eyes and straightened his school uniform. He was a third grader, and a very much respected bully.

One of his friends/servants ran up to him. "New student today. A little Yankee girl. She's supposed to be in the second grade class, but she's in our class. How about we... give her the American tax?" Thomas grinned and said,"Lets add in the 'New student' tax too."

They saw the little girl again at lunch. She had blond hair held back in two ponytails. The girl's uniform was supposed to be a blue jumper and white blouse. She was wearing the boy's uniform, a white dress shirt and dark blue shorts that went to her scrawny knees. Also, she should've worn the black clogs most students wore. She was wearing neon blue tennis shoes and matching knee socks.

"Stupid Yankee, what gives her the right to break school dress code?" The boy whispered. Thomas grinned. "You can tax the other students. I'll handle her." He rolled up (in what he supposed to be an intimidating manner) his short sleeves and sat down in the seat next to the girl.

"Hey, Yankee." The small girl looked up from her sandwich and quipped, "Hey, Brit." Thomas blinked. He hadn't been expecting that. Getting back to business, he said, "That's my chair, don't you know? You'll have to pay for it." The girl rolled her eyes and snapped, "Your name isn't on it. Now beat it. I've hurt boys in middle school, I ain't afraid to hurt you."

Thomas glared. "Now you've just asked for it, blond Yankee." He tackled the smaller girl, intending on giving her a beating. The small girl yelped, but fought back. The minute her back hit the ground, she rolled away and punched Thomas in the mouth. "Back off." She snarled. Thomas glowered and threw a punch back. She dodged it and then tackled him.

Down they went, throwing punches and dodging hits. The rest of the class ran out of their seats and started cheering. When the teacher finally got over there, she had found the little girl had pinned Thomas to the ground, and was sitting on his back.

They were sent to the nurse's office to get cleaned up. The nurse went to go get them some stuff and threatened to kick them out if they even argued.

So they just sat and glared at each other. The little girl had several bruises on her arms and a bite mark on her ear. She was better off than Thomas though. Thomas had a black eye, several scratches on his arms and legs, and one of his teeth were almost knocked out.

Finally the little girl cleared her throat. "I'm Vega." She said quietly. Thomas glared through his black eye. "Thomas." Vega rolled her eyes. "I'm trying to be nice." Then Thomas' stomach growled. Vega's evil glares turned into a more... caring expression. "You're... hungry?" She asked quietly. Thomas glared and bit his lip. "Yeah... don't got enough money for both food and whiskey, mom says." Vega's eyebrows lowered. "What's so important about whiskey?" She asked. Thomas shrugged. "No idea..."

They sat in silence for a bit. Then Vega reached into her lunch pail and pulled out a bag of chips and a huge brownie. She broke the brownie in half and divided up the chips. "What are you doing?" Thomas asked. She handed half the brownie and half the chips to Thomas. "You could've asked." She said, popping some chips into her mouth. Thomas barely heard her, he was scarfing down the chips pretty fast.

"Eat too fast, you'll get sick." Vega chided. "Thanks for the crisps, love." He said after he popped the last one in his mouth. "You mean chips." Vega corrected. "No, I meant crisps. Silly American." Thomas said. "Crazy Brit." Vega grumbled, eating her brownie.

(Awww... okay, that's outta my system. And the crazy Brit/ Silly Yankee thing is now explained. )

AND DON'T FORGET TO REVIEW! I feel like I'm begging... that is pathetic.