High School: A Tale Of Two Friends…

Sara/Greg-centric. What would Greg and Sara's relationship be like if they had met in high school. No flames, I promise everyone will be returned to their rightful characters by the conclusion of this fic… And No, I don't own them.

"Hey I've been watching you
Every little thing you do"

Sara Sidle prepared for her first day at this new high school. Knowing her mother they wouldn't be here long, she felt no need to interact with anyone more than humanly possible and no need of friends.

She got dressed quickly, pulling her hair into a ponytail, grabbing her backpack filled with the previous night's homework which she had gotten off the school web-site. She had always been a know-it-all, a science geek, and she didn't intend on changing.

Today would be like all of the other first days she had….

Greg Sanders stood by his locker, digging through the contents in search of more rubber bands for his braces. "Damn!" he cursed, slamming it shut, and coming to face to face with Nick Stokes, a football jock who loved to torment him.

"What's up, Greggo? Lose something?" with his heavy Texan accent, Nick was a genuinely terrifying cowboy.

Greg surveyed the area, as if what he put up with at home wasn't enough; Nick had to add to it. "Go bug someone with your own IQ, Nicky." He said, returning to digging through the contents of his locker.

Nick scowled, grabbing Greg by the collar and spinning him around. "Where's that chemistry homework?" he growled, slamming Greg's back against the lockers.

Before Greg could reply a head of brown hair stepped between him and his attacker. The girl shoved a piece of paper at Nick and giving him a glare that would have killed the dead.

He saw Nick look over the girl, before shoving Greg back again and walking off. "Are you okay?" she asked, as he sank to the floor.

He looked up at her as she kneeled next to him. "Why'd you do that?" he managed, through the searing pain in his back.

"You looked like you needed help. No one else was doing anything and I know how it feels to be picked on," she said.

He nodded, "I'm Greg," he introduced himself, having never seen this girl before.

She smiled a gap-tooth grin. "Sara. It's my first day," she said, holding out a hand to help him up, which he gratefully accepted.

"Thanks," he grinned.

The quote at the beginning is from LMNT's 'Juliet' what this fic is based on….REVIEW and I'll update soon!