Yawning widely, Jam dragged himself down the steps of the bus and walked into school. As he walked he looked around for Hawk, Trip or Lex, his three best mates. They were nowhere to be seen, so he walked to his locker.

Inside, he found the three guys crowded around the lockers, deep in argument.

"I'm telling you Trip, Strutter was the original KISS hit, so therefore it overrides any other hit they've had as the best fucking song of all time." Hawk stated, putting some books in his locker.

Trip grinned excitedly, as he so often did. "Nahhh way man, Rock and Roll All Night is like, officially the best KISS song to date. It's like, written about us man!"

Hawk was shaking his head, "It is not. I like my sleep for starters, it's just a metaphor."

"What?" Jam joined in, "A metaphor for what? Hawk, do you even know what a metaphor is?" Hawk often said bullshit stuff like he knew everything, and most of the time it was way off the mark.

"Strutter is the best song of all time." Hawk responded in a final tone, as if this answered Jam's question. He slammed his locker shut. "See you guys at lunch," he said, and walked off to Chemistry.

Trip shut his locker as well, "Yeah I better go."

"Go where?" Jam asked, "You never go to class!"

Trip laughed again, "I know, be behind the shed if you need me!" He walked off too, laughing to himself.

Lex shut his locker and walked off without saying anything. Jam had forgotten he was there.

He started to put his books into his locker, listening to the frustrated sound of someone trying to figure out their combination. He looked at the yearbook picture he had of Beth in his locker. He hadn't seen her since she'd left, and not spoken to her either. That was a relationship that went nowhere. He dropped his History book, and bent down to pick it up.

Then he heard an accented voice, "Excuse me, could you help me figure out this combination?"

Jam looked up to see a pretty brunette girl standing in front of him. She looked frustrated and a bit weary.

"Sure." he said, taking her lock, "What's your combination?"

"20, 0, 10."

He easily opened the lock, closed it again, and talked her through it, "Two clockwise, one anti and half clockwise, see?"

He let her have a go, and she got it easily. "Thankyou so much, I was almost pulling my hair out." She said, relieved.

Jam smiled, and they stood in silence for a moment. "I'm Jam." He said finally.

"I'm Jean," She replied, looking embarrassed at her stupid name.

Jam's faced twitched, but he didn't want to be rude, "It's, uhh, a nice name."

Jean nodded, "My dad's a big KISS fan, you know, Gene, Jean…"

Jam laughed, "Legendary! I love KISS…as you can probably see." He added, pointing to his shirt.

At that point the bell went, warning students to get to class.

"I'll probably see you at lunch then," Jean said, smiling as she walked passed him. "Thanks again!" She called before she disappeared behind the corner.

Jam stared into his locker for a moment. Then he realised that he was staring into his locker, slammed the door shut, slapped his face quickly and walked to History.