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.

I hear your friends talk about me

So why you tryin'to do without me

By the time Greg had returned his father had arrived home. "Hey! Dad, guess what?" he said.

"What?" his father barked, turning to face him.

His mother interrupted. "Greg brought a friend home today," she said, grinning.

His father rolled his eyes. "What's his name?" the monotone voice asked.

"Her name is Sara," Greg corrected. "She's new here and we're in all the same classes. She's a sophomore too and likes science just as much as I do," he ranted.

Cora laughed at her sons rambling. "She's a keeper…"

At that Greg grinned and ran up to his room.

The next morning Sara saw Greg standing at the corner of the street waiting for her. "Hey!" he called, walking up to her.

"Hey!" she replied, relieving him of their DNA project.

He laughed. "Thanks. My arm was asleep."

"No problem," she smiled.

After stowing their project in Sara's locker they walked toward homeroom. Nick and Warrick were talking in the corner. And an unfamiliar face was talking to Mrs. Reynolds.

"Who's that?" Greg asked, taking a seat beside Sara.

Sara shrugged her shoulders. "Don't know, don't care," she smiled.

He laughed. "So. I hope my mom and Kasey didn't freak you out last night."

She shook her head. "Not at all. They seemed really nice."

"I guess it's probably a good thing my dad wasn't home. He was a bit grumpy…"

Sara shrugged, noticing the guy who had been talking to the teacher had now taken a seat on the other side of her.

"Grr… why can I never find those stupid rubber bands?" Greg muttered digging through the contents of his backpack causing Sara to laugh.

She stuck her hand in the front pocket of his bag, pulling out a pack of orthodontic rubber bands. "Here ya go," she grinned.

"Thanks," he said snapping them onto his braces.

Sara stopped him before he put them away. "Give me one of those." Greg did as she asked, raising an eyebrow as she took it.

"What? These make great hair-ties," she said, quickly braiding her hair and wrapping the band around it. (Hey, that's what I use them for now…)

He laughed as the bell rang signaling the class was beginning.

Once class had ended Greg and Sara planned to drop one completed poster in her locker before heading to their English 10 class.

The guy from before, identified as one Hank Pettigrew had followed them.

"Hi, I'm Mr. Right, Someone said you were looking for me." Hank approached Sara, with a really crappy pick-up line ready to go.

Sara snorted, "I believe that your sources are incorrect, cause I've already found him." She said, returning her attention to the locker they were attempting to get their project into.

Hank rolled his eyes, stepping between the two. "Don't be like that, sweetness. You can't mean this Sci-fi freak…"

Sara tried to shove him away, but she was pinned against the door of the locker. Her eyes moved to Greg for help and she saw Nick nearby too.

Greg noticed this too, as he maneuvered under Hanks arm to stand in front of Sara as Nick approached them.

"What's going on?" the southen accent never sounded so relieving Greg thought as Nick and Warrick stepped up on either side of him.

Hank looked nervous. "Nothing," he growled and moved to push Greg out of the way.

"Don't even try it, dude," Warrick warned, cracking his knuckles.

After the above mentioned idiot had stomped off, Greg and Sara turned to Nick and Warick.

Greg spoke first. "Why'd you do that?"

Warrick looked over his shoulder in the direction hank had headed in. "That guy is an ass." He stated blankly.

Nick laughed. "Understatement of the century, bro," he added.

Sara sighed. "No. Why did you help us? You could've let him bash Greg's head in. Don't get me wrong I'm glad you didn't but still…"

Nick shook his head. "No one should act like that. Though I probably shouldn't be talking after the hell I've been putting you through…" Nick admitted, nodding in Greg's direction.

Warrick grinned; glad his friend was finally figuring this out.

"See ya later," Nick said, realizing they were gonna get fried for being late.

Greg turned to Sara. "Did that just happen?" he asked.

Sara nodded. "I think so…"

Okay… Bad place to stop but I need to go to sleep. Night all! Review! And happy? Nick shall soon be nice! Song is LMNT's