When we first got to school, Miranda was trying to make it out to be a much bigger deal than it actually was.

Oh my gosh! Do you realize what power we have? We are 5th graders! We practically rule this part of the school! Miranda exclaimed. Lizzie, Gordo and I just kinda walked along, towards the playground for morning recess. What's wrong with you? It's the first day of school. Why aren't you excited?

I hate school, Lizzie complained.

It's not that I hate school. I just hate that it's so...long, I stated.

Gordo shrugged.

I just don't think it's that big of a deal. I mean, maybe if we were 6th graders, it would be a little more interesting. Then we really would...you know, be the head honchos.

I thought you didn't care about that kinda stuff, Gordo, I said, smirking.

I...well, I just...I don't care about popularity. But even I'll admit that being in 6th grade should be kinda cool, he compromised.

I had a feeling Gordo was a lot more conforming than he let off. I mean, it's like, whenever us girls talked about being popular, he'd come in and tell us we were so dumb. And then other times, he practically said plain-out that he wished he was popular. Who knows? He is such a confusing weirdo.

Then again, I am the freak who loves him.

Our bus had gotten to school kind of late (great way to start off the year!) so we had to immediately line up to be put in our homerooms.

First walked up Mrs. Haney. She was this psychotic, eccentric, crazy woman who called all of her students and love buttons. She was so scary. I prayed I didn't have her.

....I didn't. But guess who did?

Miranda! I wanted to laugh so hard. But since she's supposed to be my friend, I contained myself. She walked off pitifully behind her class, 5A.

Then was Mr. Belcher. He seemed nice. A little weird, and deafeningly loud, but still, really friendly.

But I didn't have him, and the three of us didn't, either.

Then, Miss McDonnell. She was one of those hip, cool young teachers. She couldn't have been more than 28. I tooootally wanted to get her.

And I did!! Oh my gosh, I was about to scream. I was so lucky.

But you know what the best part is?

Gordo's in my homeroom! I was sooo lucky!

And the best part about that?

Lizzie's not in my homeroom! She's in 5D, with Mrs. Simola, this old, ugly woman who went off on tangents whenever she spoke.

I know I shouldn't be revelling in her misfortune, but it's so rich! I'm in Gordo's hooomeroom, I'm in Gordo's homeroooom.

Gordo and I followed Miss McDonnell to our homeroom.

So, Gordo. Looks like we're in the same homeroom, I said, trying to sound as calm as possible.

he said, smiling a little. Guess we are.

His slight smile was enough to make me melt. I could not stand his absolute cute-ness. The best thing was, he's not your typical cute'. Like, he's not like all the boy band guys, like Justin Timberlake and Nick Carter, who are both blond with blue eyes. Well...Gordo did have blue eyes, but they look a lot different with dark brown curls. And overall, he's not particularly masculine or anything. He's kinda scrawny, but he's so cute that way.

When we entered our homeroom for the year, I was bubbling with excitement. The room was so brightly colored...so different from my homeroom, 4B, last year.

You can choose your seats for the year. But if anyone misbehaves or insists on talking to their neighbors when it's not appropriate, I will move you, Miss McDonnell announced.

Not that I needed to listen. Because I was so not one of these people. I talk a lot, yeah, but I know how to control myself. Especially in class.

So, Gordo, where do you want to sit? I said, looking around at all the empty seats.

Uh, well, we can sit over there... he said, making it sound like a question rather than a suggestion.



We took our seats near the windows, me to the left, closer to the window.

Well, class, as you probably know, my name is Miss McDonnell, and I am going to be your homeroom teacher for the year. I'd like you all to look at the person next to you. This person is going to be your Buddy for the year. I looked over at Gordo, who turned to face me slightly. I wanted to melt...again. I have to control myself. Now, I know its seem childish, but I've done this in years past, and it has worked very well. Now, at the end of each day, this class has Social Studies. Well, I take off 10 minutes of Social Studies on Fridays to allow you to have Buddy Time'. This is time where you can spill your guts to your Buddy. Don't be shy, just let your feelings go and don't worry what the other person thinks. If someone in here doesn't think they can handle being a good listener, let me know now. No one raised their hand. Good! We won't start Buddy Time until next Friday, but start thinking throughout the week what you're going to tell your Buddy. She checked her watch. Well, right now, you should be moving on to Math, so I'll see you at break, okay? Bye! Have fun!

I got up and started to go out the door without Gordo. I couldn't stand to talk about this Buddy Time deal. What an idiotic idea! Who would want to reveal intimate feelings and emotions to anyone but their best friend? I felt bad for people who weren't next to their friends.

So I'd have to hold back. Completely spilling my guts would totally include telling Gordo that he is all I really care about.

And like I'd ever tell him that.

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[A/N: Heh, heh, heh. Or willll you, o little Kate?

Sorry, I'm evil. I like this story. It was kinda hard to write this time around, but I'm okay.

Lemme know what you think: please review. Thanks!]