*eXtreme Highschool* Chapter 2

"Um… hi." Christine said, smiling up the person who helped her with her books.

"Hey. I'm Shane." He said, offering his hand. She shook it.

"Christine." She replied. "Thanks for helping me. I'm a really clumsy person."

"No problem. I'm clumsy too." He said, smiling. "So, what class you going to?"

"Um… English." Christine responded. "You?"

"English, for 12th of course." Christine smiled. Shane looked at her and smiled. "I'll walk you."

Christine nodded. "Ok." And they started walking to class.

*Meanwhile*

"No problem." The person answered.

"Hmm.. Violence, gotta try that sometime." Marie said, smiling.

"Hey, I'm Jeff." He told her, extending his hand.

"Jeff, I'm Marie." She answered, shaking his hand.

"Well Marie, what class are you going to?" Jeff asked.

"English, what about you?" Marie replied.

"Chemistry." He said, rolling his eyes.

"Not your best subject?"

"Not even close." He said, laughing. "So, I guess I'll see you later. Don't wanna be late for class again."

"Wouldn't want that." Marie answered sarcastically. She smiled at him and walked to her class.

*English Class*

Marie and Christine sat in the back of the room as Mr. Montoya talked in the front of the class.

"Rie." Christine whispered.

Marie looked over at her. "What?" She whispered back. Christine handed her a note.

Rie,

Hola chicarita! I have great newz! Dude remember that Shane guy? Well, I dropped my bookz and he picked them up! He was sooo cute and sweet. Well, had to let you know. Lata, Chica!!! *~*Chris*~*

Marie read the note and wrote back.

Chris,

Hola! Lucky huh? Me too. I couldn't get my locker open and that hottie and a half, Jeff punched it for me. He was so sweet! We had a short little convo and I found out that he suckz @ chem. Maybe I can help him *hint hint* LOL! Lataz! :)Rie Rie

They both looked at each other and laughed. After class, they were walking out the door talking when Torrie Wilson came up behind them.

"Can we help you?" Christine asked. Torrie smirked.

"No, but I can help you. Keep your hands off Jeff and Shane. They aren't your types." She responded.

Marie rolled her eyes. "Right, and who is their type? You?"

"No, I have my Shannon. But, they are my friends, and you guys wouldn't be right for them. Trust me." She smiled and walked ahead of them, going to Shannon.

Marie and Christine laughed and walked in the opposite direction.