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Ephram walked into the school, late as usual, to find a girl trying to break into the empty locker next to his.
"Can I help you?" he asked cautiously. He had never seen this girl before in his life.
The girl looked over at him with a look of intense concentration on her face. She didn't know who he was, and she didn't care as long as he could get her locker to open. He is hot though. "Well, I'm new here. So I went to the office and they gave me my locker number and my homeroom and all that crap. But I came here to my locker to put my sweatshirt away, and I can't get the damn thing to open."
"Let me try," Ephram said. "What's your combination?"
"20- 36- 26"
"First you try the numbers they give you." Ephram spun the lock around to the various numbers and tried to open it. It didn't budge. "Then you try hitting it at the top and bottom, sometimes it gets stuck." He kicked it hard at the bottom, hit it once at the top, and then pulled hard on the handle. It still didn't work. "Okay, as a last resort, throw things at it. Big heavy books work the best." Ephram pulled his Geometry book out his backpack and walked across the hall. "Watch out." He then threw the book across the hall so it collided with the stubborn locker. It popped open.
"Thanks. I think I would have resorted to that eventually, but unfortunately my aim isn't quite that good. What's you're name anyway?"
"Ephram Brown. What's yours?"
"Jordan Green."
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Ephram sat on his bed writing in his journal. When he first got it he had wondered what he was supposed to do. Was he supposed to write in it like he was writing a letter? What was he supposed to call it? Diary? That sounded too girly. Eventually he figured it out.
Dear Journal,
There's a new girl in school. She's in my homeroom, most of my classes, and has the locker next me. Her name is Jordan Green. She's from Boston. What attracts people to this hellhole anyway? I mean people just keep coming. First my family, now hers. It's sorta pretty I suppose, but that's not the point I was making. Anyway getting back on the subject. You know what she asked me today? If I'd ever been out east. Nope. Never. I JUST LIVED THERE FOR 15 FREAKIN' YEARS! But you know what, she's gorgeous! She's about my height with the most beautiful brown hair. It falls right below her shoulders in this really, pretty, soft curls. And her eyes are a beautiful greenish-blue color. She's unbelievable. She has every guy in school all over her, even that moron Bright. My only problem with Jordan is Amy. I love Amy. She's beautiful. She's my girlfriend. But Jordan, Jordan is a knockout. I get nervous when I talk to her like I'm gonna get caught or something. Oh well. If you figure out what the hell I'm supposed to do, let me know, 'cuz I sure as hell don't have a clue. Wait, what am I saying? You're a freakin' piece of paper. You can't answer me.
Ephram
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Amy sat at her desk, typing her diary entry for the day. Almost every other girl in the history of Everwood wrote her diary down in a notebook of some kind. But Amy always found the computer easier. Especially since she had her own computer in her room. Not to mention the fact that her brother was too stupid to figure out how to get into the password protected file.
Dear Diary,
I officially hate myself. I can' t believe it. I love Ephram! But it's so soon after Colin's death. I feel really guilty. But I think that I was falling in love with him before Colin died. I think I fell for him when I first met him. I don't know. I'm so confused!
~Amy~
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Jordan had just had the best first day of school of her life. She had met and befriended, the hottest boy in school.
Dear Diary,
I just moved to Everwood. I thought that it would be really boring. And well it is. But there's this guy (there's always a guy!) Our lockers are right next to each other and stuff like that. Ephram Brown. At least I think that's what he said his name was. He's soooo cute! He's like my height, with reddish- brown hair (it looks purple in the right light) and the most amazing eyes (they look greenish- gray to me, but what do I know). I hope he doesn't have a girlfriend. (If he doesn't then every girl in this town must be blind because he's the hottest guy in town.) And if he does too bad for her. He's mine!
*J*
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"Hi Ephram!" Jordan said a little too brightly.
"Jordan, how in hell can you be so damn perky? It's 7:30 in the freakin' morning. I'm being punished aren't I? Someone save me!" Ephram said sticking his head in his locker, his voice dripping in sarcasm.
"Yes my dear you are being punished. I was on the cheerleading squad in Boston. I got a little too much practice at being perky. Now it's second nature. Actually come to think of it I' m the one being punished," she half- laughed at the thought. "Hmmph…typical. I lost my Chemistry book… again! Oh… wait… no here it is." Jordan said looking through her locker that looked like a bomb had exploded inside it. "What the hell is this?" she asked herself pulling out something that looked suspiciously like an old sandwich.
"So you're not perfect," Ephram mumbled under his breath while looking into her locker over her shoulder.
"I heard that!" Jordan said over her shoulder.
"Shit," he said more quietly.
"I heard that too!" The girl laughed at his foolishness.
"Oh shut up, I'm going to class without you now," he said becoming frustrated.
"No, wait I'll get lost!" she pleaded at him.
"Alright, but hurry up, I need to meet Amy!" He was still frustrated
"Can I meet her? Can I? Huh? Huh? Huh?" Jordan's cheerleading roots were showing through again
"That whole perky cheerleader routine is beginning to get on my nerves."
"Too Bad! I live through it all day, try that, then you can complain."
"Amy this Jordan, she new here, and thoroughly irritating. Jordan this is Amy, " Ephram said as he leaned over to kiss Amy's cheek.
"His girlfriend," Amy giggled. She held out one hand for Jordan shake. With the other she swatted Ephram in the stomach.
"What? It's obvious. Plus you told the whole school didn't you?" Ephram asked Amy.
"No, I just told Kayla and few other people."
"Same thing," he mumbled
He got another playful hit for that comment. Jordan stood there looking at the couple. He wasn't kidding when he said that it was obvious that they were a couple. She was rather jealous of Amy at moment, so she took advantage of the timing.
"Alright Romeo, lets go. If we don't hurry we'll be late for class."
"Coming Wendy. Bye Grover," he said and as he leaned to kiss her the bell rang.
"You're timing sucks Ham. Bye," Amy gave him quick kiss on the cheek and left.
"Wait, Ham, Grover?" Jordan asked, obviously confused.
"Nicknames. I don't generally go by mine since Amy is the only one that calls me that. And I usually don't use Grover since most people don't call her that either, I mostly did that to display the whole nickname thing, but whatever. You'll get one too, " he explained.
"Oh joyous day! Wait Wendy?" she was still confused.
"I give up!" he said
They both laughed and walked into class still laughing, getting strange looks from everyone. Neither one cared.
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Amy was late to school that day. Everyone else thought she was absent. That was probably how Ephram got into the predicament he was in. But no, Amy was just late. Oh how she wished she had been on time. If she had none of it would have happened, and she wouldn't have had to watch.
*
Jordan had noticed that Amy wasn't in school the next day. She found it to be the perfect opportunity to execute her perfect plan. But it would go wrong. Terribly, terribly wrong.
"Hey, umm… Ephram can you come with me to the library. I need help with my uhhh… Algebra homework," Jordan said innocently.
"Huh, oh yeah sure. Sorry, I was looking for Amy. Have you seen her?" he asked groggily as it was still early in the morning.
"No, but I think I heard, Kayla or someone, say she was sick," she replied, leading Ephram towards the school library.
"Oh, really? Okay, I'll have to call at lunch and see how she's doing."
"So I heard you say something about Algebra," Ephram said starting to wake up.
"Well, actually, I just said that to get you to come here. I really need help with my Chemistry," she said moving closer to him.
"You don't take Chemistry," he stated obviously confused.
"Not that Chemistry silly, this one…"
Jordan closed her eyes and leaned in and kissed him lightly. She felt Ephram begin to return the kiss. At that moment he forgot completely about Amy. He rested his hands on her hips while she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck, intertwining her fingers into his dark hair. She licked her lips quickly, hoping he'd get the point she was trying to make. He did and opened his mouth to slide his tongue into hers. She liked the feel of his warm mouth against hers, and he tasted like peppermint toothpaste.
*
What they didn't know was that they were being watched. Amy had finally arrived at school and couldn't find Ephram anywhere. She had decided to check the library in case he was there finishing some homework or something. What she saw made her want to both cry hysterically, and whack him over the head with a frying pan, very hard, multiple times. He was standing there kissing that new Katlyn girl. Amy was in a state of shock for the second time that month. He had said that he loved her! But if that was true, how could he kiss another girl like that? She was so confused. She wanted to run away, but her feet wouldn't cooperate. She felt like she was rooted to the spot.
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[A/N: And now the fun begins. I know I'm going to have fun with this. I can just see it now. Okay, I won't get into it… yet. Please review.]