Raging tree trunk's A/N: Hello ALL! Ok this is a very quick update cos both Sunrise and I are very busy, Infact Sunrise has already buggered off, so ttfn!!! Luv Rage & Sunrise.

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Lister didn't go to his next lesson; he was too consumed by anger.

Hazza kissing a girl, enjoying it, ditching him to swap salvia with a member of the opposite sex without finding out if it was okay with him first.

Instead he went to the back of the sport shall, nicknamed 'smokers corner' and added a few new items of graffiti to the already crammed wall, just for the hell of it.

Hazza only noticed Lister wasn't with him in art, their next lesson, when he suddenly realised the chair next to him lacked the lingering smell of tobacco and things weren't being thrown from the desk in front of it to the opposite side of the room.

Normally this would have disturbed Hazza and he would have snuck out of class to go searching for him, but he was too excited.

He'd kissed Maria Staccato in front of the whole English class, that's 31 witnesses. He'd tried to talk to her at the end of the lesson but he was to busy being ambushed by Miss Engrais sobbing all over him, saying he would move mountains with a performance like that and every girl in the class shoving their phone numbers into his hand with a forceful 'call me'.

It was only when he looked across the classroom did he spot Maria, sat on her own, engrossed in her drawing. Hazza filled with either newfound confidence or long lasting stupidity, stood up and began walking to her.

"Hi" he said, as calm and as casual as he could, she looked up ands smiled when she spotted him.

"Hi" she replied back, there was an awkward pause as neither of them said anything.

"Do you want something?" she asked,

'Only lots and lots of sex' thought Hazza, he opened his mouth, "erm, yes, yes, can I please borrow please?" he said quickly spotting one near her opened pencil case.

"Oh sure, here" she said, a little note of disappointment in her voice. She handed him the rubber, and as there hands met, Hazza could feel the warmth of her silky soft skin, he stared at her delicate hands and sighed. He knew he should walk away now, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"Actually" he blurted out "I don't want the rubber, I want you"

Maria's eyes opened extra wide, "excuse me?" she laughed.

Hazza could feel all the blood in his body soar to his face, lighting it up like a beacon. "I mean, I want you and me to talk, get to know each other a little better, because I really really really... like you" he finished feebly.

Maria wrinkled her nose up in confusion, for one harrowing moment Hazza was sure she'd say 'no you creep get lost' but, to his relief, she giggled

"Why didn't you just say" she patted the stool beside her and beamed at him.

As the bell signaling the end of the lesson rang, and students began to pack away, Hazza felt something he'd never felt before, he was sad it was the end of the lesson. He didn't want to go; he wanted to stay in the arts room, talking to Maria.

He stood, silently watching her pack up her bags, trying desperately not to look at her tits...oops he thought...failed...mmmm nice.

"What have you got now?" asked Maria, looking up and smiling. Hazza jumped "Geoggers" he said quickly.

"Me too" she smiled, "who's your teacher? I hope I'm in your class" she sighed, pulling on her coat and tossing her hair. Hazza was lost for a moment or two as he watched her, she was like a dream, it was like she was a figment of his imagination, she looked good, was nice, friendly, a bit flirty and didn't call him pervert at all, and she even smelled good. Like ginger and honey.

He snapped back to reality when he saw her hand waving in front of his face.

"Aaron, are you back in the land of the living?" she asked, her face filled with concern.

"Sorry" he said, scratching his neck "I sometime slip off into a dream world, away with the bloody fairies, that's me" he laughed, before mentally slapping himself on the head.

A tiny voice inside his head spoke "What the bloody hell you'd do you that for, now she either thinks your slow or schizophrenic! "

Maria nodded "I get like that, jus drift off, people think your slow, I normally do it if I'm bored" she gasped and covered her mouth when she saw Hazza look heartbroken "oh, no" she gabbled, taking hold of his hand "I didn't mean you were boring, I meant, oh crap I didn't know what I meant, it's this school, it's so big, I don't know anyone and-"

Hazza, placed a finger on her lips, and kissed her on the cheek. For a few seconds she remained silent before she began laughing, "Do you always French kiss girls when you want them to shut up?"

Both Hazza and Maria blushed crimson before, looking away awkwardly, just as Hazza opened his mouth he was interrupted by Mr. Granger's voice, "Harrison!"

Hazza cringed, he didn't want to look like some kind of trouble maker in front of Maria; "Yes sir?"

Mr. Granger frowned, at him accusingly but upon finding nothing to tell him off for grumbled, "Nothing carry on." Mr. Granger began walking away, "A word of warning to you Miss Staccato, Mr. Harrison here is best avoided, him and David Lister are the biggest troublemakers this school has had, since, well ever."

Hazza and Maria exchanged glances and Maria rolled her eyes, mouthing, 'Did I mention I like bad boys?' then winking. Hazza flushed and managed to wink back; "That's me bad to the bone"

Maria purred jokily, little aware it was sending shivers down Hazza's spine.

"I should warn you about Geography, you don't wanna sit near me" he muttered, looking away

"Why?" asked Maria,

"I'm crap at it, I'd be hazardous to your grade, it happens every year, a smart kid get's placed next to me in the hope they'll 'sort me out' and their grades start to go down.

Last year this straight a student named Peter Ingrens, he was moved next to me, within 6 weeks he was smoking, drinking and doing petty crime. So if you were looking for a career in prostitution, sit next to me, but otherwise stay w-e-l-l away"

"Do I really want to be hearing this?" snarled Mr. Granger, his face twisted in disgust.

"Shit sir I didn't know you were still here"

"Evidently" replied the head teacher, gazing at Hazza through his milk bottle glasses "take a word of the wise Miss Staccato, if you desire wealth, knowledge and a brilliant education, I'd stay well away from Aaron Harrison as possible" Mr. Granger nodded and walked briskly out of the art room.

"I could tutor him" said Maria, stopping him dead in his tracks, "I must be going deaf or senile, but did you just say you are willing to tutor Aaron Harrison -who, let us face it, is outwitted by toddlers!

"Yes" replied Maria, calmly.

Mr. Granger wasn't the only one who was shocked, Hazza was sure he'd died and gone to heaven, Maria wanted to tutor him, and that meant he'd be alone with her! YE-ES!

"That's a lovely idea Maria, but I'm afraid only one thing would spoil it" Mr. Granger paused "Lister" he spat as if it were a curse.

For the first time in his life, Hazza wished he'd never met Lister, he was bound to muck up the tutoring scheme, and no way would he ever let Hazza learn outside of school, he didn't even want him to learn in school for god sake.

Maria took a deep breath, "I'll talk to him."

Mr. Granger froze, "Now Maria, you've only been here 1 day, I wouldn't want to endanger your reputation in such a short space of time-"

Maria shook her head, "It's no problem."

Hazza stood there aghast. Maria was willing to take on Lister- the most stubborn git on the whole of planet earth, and for him! It couldn't get any better than this. Still he didn't like the idea of them two talking, no doubt Lister would try it on with her, and Maria -not knowing what Lister was like, would probably fall for his charms.....and .....and-

Mr. Granger, smiled pleasantly, "It's all settled then, Maria will tutor Aaron indefinitely in all his subjects." and with that Mr. Granger left,

"Isn't it great, Aaron, I get to tutor you?"

Hazza closed his eyes and groaned, "Maria, I know I don't know you that well, and you don't know me but please promise me...you won't shag Lister.

Outside Lister kicked a dustbin, he'd run out of spray-paint and was getting testy. He sighed before ramming his hand into his pocket and pulling his last cigarette. He'd wanted to save it till later but Hazza's little scene, coupled running out of spray-paint AND the fact that Hazza hadn't even come to try and find him was bothering him to no end.

Just then Lister heard someone humming round the corner; hurriedly he began to put out his cigarette before seeing it was only Maria. She acknowledged him with a nod and walked over.

Lister grunted, "S'pose you'll be telling Granger won't you then."

Maria shook her head, "Not today Lister."

Lister frowned, "How'd you know my name?"

Maria smiled slightly, "Aaron told me."

Lister frowned, "Aaron?.........You mean Hazza?!?"

Maria nodded, "Yea, but don't you think Aaron's so much nicer?"

Lister simply grunted, Maria reached out a touched his arm gently, "Maybe you should quit smoking, it can really kill a person."

Lister glared, "Maybe you should try it sometime, bitch."

Maria snapped her arm back a hurt expression evident on her face, "I was-.... I was just"

Lister snapped "Yeah. Whatever, well you can just bugger off; and you can just stay away from me. More importantly you can just stay away from Hazza. Alright?"

Lister stormed away, his question hung in the air awkwardly.

Maria sighed, "No. It isn't alright."