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--- Author's Note ---

Second part is up! Pleaz review, thanx.

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Sora shook her head as she headed for her locker. What was up with those cheerleaders anyway? Were they always so obsessed with guys? She really hadn't thought about it before, but those girls, especially Hannah, were egotistical.

"Why am I hanging out with them anyway?" she said out loud. She stopped and looked around in amazement. "I'm talking to myself. I am so stressed out that I'm talking to myself."

She reached her locker, turned the combination and pulled it open. An avalanche of stuff fell out. Wait- not stuff... notes.

"Oh god," Sora groaned. "Can't they just talk to me like normal people?"

"You are completely delirious," a voice said behind her.

Sora turned around. "Mimi," she said. "Don't scare me like that!"

Mimi giggled. "What's with the junk?" she asked, pointing at the pile of papers on the floor. "I always thought you were a neat kind of girl."

"I am," Sora said. "Those do not belong to me." She bent down and scooped up the notes in her arms. She walked them over to the waste basket and dropped the papers in there.

Mimi gasped. "Sora," she said, chasing her back to her locker. "Aren't you even going to read them?"

"I know what they all say," Sora declared, pulling a few books out of her locker. "Come to the Cue cafe with me, want me to walk you to history? Please, Mimi. I don't need all this."

"You are nuts," Mimi told her. "Anyway, are you coming with the me and Amy to the Teenage Wolves concert?"

"What?" Sora asked.

"The Teenage Wolves," Mimi explained. "They're a band in our school."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Sora said flatly. "And frankly, I don't care."

Mimi sighed. "Where have you been, girl? You have got to stop concentrating on this tennis stuff. Have some fun."

"Tennis is fun," Sora replied. "And I don't want to go to some Backstreet Boys wannabe concert."

"The Teenage Wolves are nothing like BSB," Mimi stated. "Come on, Sora. You remember that blond guy that was sitting at Allen's table?"

"Yeah."

"That's Matt Ishida," Mimi squealed. "He's the lead singer. Isn't he hot?"

"No," Sora said in the same flat voice.

"So you think he's ugly?" Mimi gasped. "Water, water."

"I never said that," Sora defended herself. "He's good-looking but not in that oh my god he's so hot kind of way."

Mimi raised her eyebrows. "Right," she said, drawing the word out. "So your coming? Amy's got another ticket and she doesn't want Hannah to come."

"Okay, I'll think about it," Sora said. "I have to go. I have a free period for tennis next." Sora pulled her tennis racket out of her locker and shut the door.

"See you," Mimi said, as Sora walked down the hall.

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Sora entered the girls locker room, opened her gym locker and got dressed in her tennis uniform.

"I hate these skirts," Sora muttered, lacing up her shoes. "Why do they have to be so short?" She straightened up.

As she exited the locker room, she crashed into someone.

"Oww!" she cried, her racket falling out of her hands. She snatched her tennis racket off the ground and looked at the person who she had bumped into.

It was that guy Mimi had been talking about earlier. Mack or Mitch or whatever.

"Sorry about that," Sora apologized, adjusting her skirt.

"No problem," he replied. He glanced at her uniform. "You play tennis?"

"Yeah," Sora replied. "I'm Sora, by the way."

"I know," Matt said smiling. "I'm Matt."

"I have to admit I've never heard the name before today," Sora said, blushing.

Matt shifted uncomfortably. He didn't know how to respond to that. "Well," he said, racking his brain for something interesting to say.

"Mattie," a sudden cry said. "Mattie where are you?"

Sora cast him an amused glance. "Mattie?" she repeated. "Is that what your girlfriend calls you?"

"Girlfriend," Matt said snorting. "Hardly." He looked around in panic. "Listen, I gotta go." He took off down the hall.

Sora stared after him. "Um..." she said to herself. What was that about? she thought.

She suddenly saw a girl with spiky brown hair running after him. "Mattie," she called. "Wait for me!"

Sora laughed. Poor guy, she thought. I know how he feels. Sora headed down to the tennis courts. On her way there, she could feel every guy checking her out.

Stupid skirts, she thought, mentally kicking herself. Why did I take up tennis, anyway?

"Hi Sora," Taylor, one of her fellow tennis players, said. "What's up?"

"Nothing much," Sora replied. Aside from the fact that every guy at this stupid school is trying to get me to go out with them, she added to herself.

"I saw you talking to Matt Ishida earlier," Taylor commented, bouncing a ball with her racket. "I didn't know you knew him."

"I don't," Sora said shrugging. "We kind of bumped into each other."

"How sweet," Taylor said sighing.

Sora stared at her friend. "Taylor, are you okay?" she asked.

"Hi girls, what's happening?" Josie, another tennis player, said coming up to them. "Taylor? Were you saying something about Matt Ishida?"

"Sora and Matt bumped into each other outside the locker room," Taylor said meaningfully.

"You did?" Josie squealed. "That's so cute."

"Am I missing something here?" Sora asked them in disbelief. "How is bumping into a guy cute? I think the word for that is embarrassing."

Josie rolled her eyes. "Sora, Sora, Sora," she said. "Don't you know that when a guy and girl bump into each other by accident and start talking-"

Josie was cut off by Taylor. "It's love at first sight," Taylor said sighing dramatically. "You'll probably end up having two kids, a boy and girl of course and..." She stopped when she saw the look on Sora's face. "What?" she asked. "It could happen."

"When did you two become such airheads?" Sora asked them.

"When did you become so clueless?" Josie demanded. "Honestly Sora. You'll see and I reserve the right to say I told you so."

"Girls," the coach said suddenly. "Come on now. We don't have all day."

The three girls headed over to the courts.

Love at first sight? Sora thought. That is not happening.