Faith absentmindedly stood by her locker when Adam Rove wandered on by.

"Hey... the name was... Faith, right?" Faith shyly nodded. Adam flashed a genuine smile and she returned it. She noticed a picture frame he was holding and got a glimpse of the photo. "Rodin right? And his... girlfriend?" Adam looked at her surprised. "Yeah... um, Jane made it for me." Faith scrunched her eyebrows together in thought. "Who's Jane?" Adam smiled slightly to himself and shook his head. "I'm sorry, I meant Joan. Sometimes I call her Jane." Faith nodded in understanding. "That's cool. I have friends at Home that do that to me. Calling me different names I mean." "Hey what's your next class?" Faith looked at her schedule. "Art." Adam's warm eyes lit up like the night sky. "Cool, me too, walk with me?" Faith's facial expression portrayed one of doubt, but she hid it as soon as Adam looked at her. "Sure, why not."

Joan watched this exchanged a couple feet away from her locker. Great, first I have to deal with Iris and him, and now I have to deal with that Hawaiian bimbo and him? And we haven't even officially broken up yet! Well, yes I did stop talking to him but... ARGH! LIFE SUCKS. I wish I'd never met God in the first place.

Grace approached Joan as she shook herself from her thoughts. "Hey Girardi, what's up?" Joan gave Grace a 'don't-even-attempt-to-prod-me-about-Adam' look.

Grace knew it all too well, but something about it this time made her decide against her topic. "Walk you to English?" Joan breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

Grace sure had softened, maybe for the better.

"This is a wonderful piece Faith." Helen Girardi looked over Faith's shoulder as she had used some broken colored glass and rearranged it on a canvas before gluing it down.

Adam looked over at her workstation, since he sat right next to her.

"Reminds me of stain glass in the Cathedrals. Only, a mini version of it."

Helen ran a hand over the Picasso looking boy in the middle.

"Who's this boy Faith? What does he represent?" Faith sighed. "God."

Helen and Adam looked at Faith oddly as she continued on with her artwork.

"Rove, let me eat your apple." Grace stole Adam's apple off of his plate during lunch.

Adam, Grace, Luke and Joan were enjoying lunch when Faith walked over and stood by Grace.

"I hope you don't mind me eating here... I don't really know anyone else."

Grace smiled and shook her head as Adam tried to steal his apple back. "Dude it's cool, no problem. We know what it feels like to be new."

Joan couldn't help but notice Adam looking at Faith. A burst of jealousy purged her and she decided she was going to hate this girl, no matter what.

"So Faith, why'd you move from your paradise?" Faith could hear Joan's question drip with sarcasm. "It's complicated." Joan didn't care that her answer was vague, she pressed on. "It can't be that complicated can it?" Grace looked over at Joan and felt the tension soar. "Hey Faith, Rove tells me that you made a kickin' piece of art in class today." Faith shrugged and smiled slightly, trying to take the attention off of her. Luke then struck up a conversation with Faith about physics and Grace tried to steal back Adam's apple. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a boy in a tan jacket watching her. She looked over though, and to her relief, it wasn't God. Or so supposed hallucination of God.

The rest of the lunch period confirmed what Faith had suspected. She was being watched.