The High School Experience

A/N: Sorry it's been so long, but I kinda lost sight of where I was taking this story. To be entirely honest, I still don't know where I am taking this story. But as long as it exists…

There are a bunch of references here, see if you can catch them!

EDIT: I changed the least part of the first chapter.

Chapter Two: Rivals

(Third Person POV)

Quatre glared at the green haired boy that had just entered, who in response paled a little. A wry, nervous smile appeared on the young boy's face as he turned to go the opposite direction. Duo caught the exchange between the two friendly looking boys, as per usual.

"Quatre let it go." Duo said with a look of amusement on his face.

"Not until he apologizes." He replied firmly.

"Oh, come off it. It's not that deep." Said Duo.

"It is. It is that…deep." He spat, his voice growing colder with each word.

Duo shook his head, and turned to go towards his assigned area in the library, the computers. Quatre stayed behind and glowered silently. A smirk came to his face as an idea came to him.

(Le Creuset's POV)

'Checked stock of students…check. Passed out permission slips for military training…check. Took measurements for uniforms…check. Order uniforms… Order uniforms…" Le Creuset went over in his head.

A frown marred his face as he realized he didn't get around to do that yet. He stood up and headed for the office, wondering if he should order the Pink Princess', the other Pink Princess' uniform two sizes to big. He decided against it, after all, his ears still ached from her last ear-splitting scream.

Still, it had been funny. He closed his eyes in good humor as he remembered the girl. Unfortunately, he lost all trace of humor when he ran into someone.

"Watch where you're going!" Yelled a lovely young woman with dark indigo hair and hard brown eyes.

He felt a silent sigh escape as he saw her Earth Alliance uniform. Too bad, she was kind of cute with that fierce expression on her face. Yep, don't see two many of those back home on the PLANTs.

"Hey, hey- are you alright?" She questioned when I failed to respond.

"Natarle! Hurry up, we need to order those uniforms!" Called another woman.

"Shit. Fuck. You fucking people need me for that." She said in a hushed voice.

A curt nod of my head and then she was walking away muttering some more very dirty things. 'She's not so bad, at least she didn't call me a stinking Coordinator, like that Peacecraft bitch.' I thought as I sat there on the floor for a minute.

"Get off the floor!" Some jerk said as he passed by.

'I hate children…' I thought as I picked myself up.

(Treize's POV)

"So, uh, what is it exactly you're here for, Mr. Winner?" I questioned.

The happy blonde looked unhappy, as if someone had made an ignorant statement about something important to him. He looked at me suddenly, eyes reflect an unintelligible emotion.

"Well, you see… It's just…" He began.

"Come on, out with it…" I prodded gently.

"It's just…" He repeated slowly. "I have a compliant. I know you handle student relations and that kind of stuff. So, this is right up your alley…"

"I see." I said solemnly. "You've decided to come out and wanted someone to support you…"

"WHAT! NO!" Quatre said indignantly. "That's not it. AT. ALL. I said I have a complaint!"

"Uh, right. Sorry…"

"Better be." He muttered.

(Nicol's POV)

"There he is… You think I should talk to him about his friend?" I said, pointing to a brunette boy with a long braid and black clothing.

Athrun looked down at me and nodded, "Besides, the way you described the boy, you don't want to get into a fight with him."

"As if…" Yzak said, feigning a valley girl accent. "Have you seen that Winner kid, total flamer… You two would make a nice couple…"

Before I could say anything, the intercom came on. "This is Treize Kushrenada…" Said the vice principal with a short pause for applause.

A loud roar ripped through the library. Father was right, the guy had people magnetism… "Would Nicol Amalfi please report to my office."

Athrun and Yzak looked at me. I looked at them. "I'd better go…"

I entered the vice principal's office and immediately noticed Quatre standing in the corner near the telephone making a call. I was about to say something to him when the vice principal called me over to him.

When I came over to him, he bent over and whispered into my ear, "Mr. Amalfi, we've received a complaint that you're musty. Cologne is not a substitute for soap and water you realize-"

I stopped, my heart stopped, all rational thought left me for embarrassment. Everything was silent for a moment.

"WHAT!" I shouted suddenly.

The vice principal jumped away, startled by the sudden loudness of my voice. I raised my arm and sniffed, finding no unpleasant odor and shoved my armpit into the vice principal's face.

"Man, do I smell musty to you! Do I stink?" I growled.

A face of a certain blond student entered my mind's eye suddenly.

"You…!" I growled.

Before I knew what was happening I could hear a high pitched wailed, followed by: "Aaaahhhh! Aaaahhhhh! Don't touch my hair."

He reached for my soft, luscious, precious hair, but I was to quick and quickly ruffled his messy blond hair. High pitched wailing ensued as he moved away from me. I quickly followed him, not quite letting go of his hair. He tried to back away anyway, more and more distance separated us.

"Hey! Stop that you two." The principal said lacking any luster whatsoever.

It did however catch my attention, and by the time refocused it, Quatre had already started to run. I went after him, storming in a mad rage out of the office, running Mr. Le Creuset into the brick wall behind him. For a little guy, Quatre was pretty fast and was halfway down the hall, heading for the front entrance in near record time.

I felt a burst of adrenaline rush through me as I took off my shoe and threw it at the boy. It sailed through the air, smacking him in the back of his head, before returning to me like a boomerang. He flew forward two feet and I ran over to him, but someone reached him before me and was dragging him away by his foot.

I was tackled from behind by someone else and all I could hear was a retarded hyena laugh.

(Kira's POV)

'Now that's not quite something you see every day…' I thought to myself as I continued to watch the two girls wrestle around. 'At least it well make the school paper a bit interesting when it's up and running.'

I watched as the security guard reached for his mace and attempted to spray the green haired girl. Only it wasn't working out, the spray just sort of poured out… The green haired girl had seen the attempt and anxiously tried to make an escape and started an odd little sprint back into the building.

I shook my head.

"Hey Kira! What's goin' on?" Athrun said, running up to me.

"You don't wanna know." I replied simply.

"Hey, is that Nicol?" Athrun asked in confusion.

"Can't be. I mean Nicol, violent?" A white haired boy with shoulder length hair added.

"Is that green haired girl your friend?" I questioned.

The white haired boy snickered and Athrun elbowed him in the ribs. "It's a he… And yes, but him fighting…"

"Well, I think it's obvious that blond haired girl…or boy…whatever, is the 'cause." Said another boy.

"Who are you peo-" I started to ask, only to be interrupted by an administrator.

"Clear the halls people. Nothin' to see here." Announce Une, the principal's secretary.

"Yeah right," the white haired boy huffed. "I've got the next hour with Nicol, I think. I'll get the inside scoop…"

"You do that." the blond haired boy said with a smirk. "Gotta go, lunch!"

"Well now, that just leaves you and me. What do you have next?"

"Advanced biochemistry…" I replied casually.

Athrun nearly sweat dropped. "Is that even a high school class!"

"College credit. Later." I said, beginning to jog a little towards the general direction of the classroom.

"Students," Said Vice Principal Tad Elsman over the intercom. "We are about to call a hall free-"

He never really finished, because every student in the hall scattered like cock roaches. "Ah, that's better." Muttered Elsman.

"Man, did you see that! They scattered like cock roaches…" Snickered Mwu.

"Dudes, the intercom is still on." Said Treize sarcastically in a stoned surfer voice.

"Shit!" Cried Elsman and Mu simultaneously.

'These are the people running our school." I thought pessimistically.

(Wu-Fei's POV)

"So, Trowa, what hour is your E.A. Military class?" I asked as we left the counselor's office.

"…Hm, fourth hour…"

"WHAT!" I shouted. "Mine is first hour tomorrow!"

"You mean they're splitting us up! Injustice!" Trowa remarked sarcastically.

"Injustice." I grumbled. "Mocking me…"

A/N: I got the complaint idea from me friend, because it happened to him. Let's see the hair pulling is inspired by Meteor Man. Nicol throwing his shoe hails from His and Her Circumstances. And the end was inspired by Boy Meets World. Several moments, including Nicol's "musty" complaints, are inspired by real life events.

Also, I may have another chapter of Exile and The High School Experience up by Sunday. At least I hope I will. I promise it will be delivered ASAP.