Notes: So, here's the next chapter. Once again, if you don't see your character, don't worry. I'm mostly trying to introduce the girls who haven't appeared yet. Only two new characters are in this chapter. I really tried to do it from the guys' POV, but I think I'm going to do one more chapter from the girls' POV during the first meeting. So, this chapter is short, but I'm going to write another from the girls' POV again. And it'll definitely be longer. It's mainly because most of the girls left are for the OC guys or don't have one.

David stayed away from the large group talking in the middle of the gym. He sat on the bleachers, writing purposefully on the journal that he held. He had more important things to do than talk to girls. He scribbled some words down. His English paper was due on Wednesday and there was no way that he was going to fail.

He glanced up momentarily before lowering his head again, trying to ignore the laughter. David wasn't shy around girls, contrary to what most thought about him. He just was not entirely convinced that girls would go for the nerdy guy who went to study group every Thursday and tutored in math for fun.

Boots was sitting a few feet to David's right, frantically drawing in a sketchbook. He only looked up every couple of seconds and seemed oblivious to the world around him. Boots was as passionate about his art as David was his work.

"Hey Davy," another boy approached them, twisting the bandana around his neck in a pathetic attempt to straighten it, "Boots." Jack was one of few people who could call him 'Boots' without getting a glare or a sneer as a reward. He never said it in jest.

"It's David," he replied, "Or do you want me to call you by your middle name…Francis." He smirked a bit at Jack's discomfort.

"Don't even go there," the cowboy remarked under his breath to David, "You've been my best friend for two years. You should know that by now."

"What are you doing over here anyway," David asked, "When we were in middle school, you always had girls around you."

"Just thought I'd see what my friends were doing," Jack said in a voice that was laced with innocence, obviously fake, "What are you doing?"

"English homework," David told him without hesitation, "And Boots is drawing something. I don't know what."

"Homework," Jack questioned, his face showing his disgust at the thought, "There are…what…30 girls out there and you're doing homework?"

"At least it's-hey!" David exclaimed as Jack grabbed the journal from his grasp and took off with it. The sad thing was, David wasn't even that surprised, "Jack! I'm going to kill you and this time I mean it!"

Jack simply grinned at this. David's threats were always empty and he never did pull through with them. He shrugged to himself. At least David was socializing…kind of. Besides, someone had to get him to join the group, whether or not by force.

Jack had just tossed the journal to Blink when David ran into a problem. A problem in the form of a short, blond haired girl who was directly in his path. He tried to move out of the way, but still managed to knock straight into her. He luckily balanced himself in time. The girl wasn't so lucky and fell to her knees from the impact. And from then, David's apologetic nature took over.

"I'm so sorry," David told her, immediately getting down on his knees as well to help, "I didn't see you. Jack just ran off with…I'm sorry. Are you all right?"

"It's okay," the girl cut him off quietly, "You only have to apologize once."

"Sorry," David replied, "My friend was…"

"I'm Skylar," the girl spoke up, much louder and more suddenly than before, "Most people call me Sunshine though." She turned to face him, her brown amber eyes meeting with his for a split second. She stood up with David's help, "Thanks."

"David," he replied, "I'm David. Sorry for running into you."

"It's no problem," Sunshine told him with a smile on her face this time, "I assume that it doesn't happen too often."

"Not usually," David answered, raising his voice a little to be heard above the crowd, "I guess I overreacted."

"Maybe a little," Sunshine remarked dryly, but with a smirk to let him know that she was joking.

"Sunshine," a girl seemed to suddenly appear at Sunshine's other side, "I'm going to wait by the bleachers. I'm not very comfortable with this." The brunette gestured to the crowd of people, hazel-brown eyes displaying this very discomfort.

"Okay," Sunshine replied with a nod, before turning her attention back to David.

Just as quickly, another boy joined the group, slightly out of breath and holding a notebook in one hand. He offered it to David, who took it back almost forcefully from his grasp, "I finally got it back. I had no idea how many of the guys were in on that game."

"They better not have ruined my notes," David said as he flipped through the pages, "I have a big paper due this week. My schedule for math tutoring is in here."

"You're good at math," Sunshine asked him quickly. David nodded, "Actually, I need some help in math right now. Maybe you could tutor me?" David looked at her with wide eyes and she smiled, "Let me give you my phone number."

(Bleachers)

Lailie sighed as she sat down at the bleachers, glancing around the room. She might actually enjoy the company if half the guys didn't look like they threw on the first thing they touched that morning. They were running around, one even rudely jostling her and tossing a notebook right in front of her face to get it to another boy.

They were laughing loudly, screaming to be heard over each other. It was generally the type of event she tended to avoid. However, she knew that she was stuck there for another few hours. Might as well get used to it.

(Itey)

Still out of breath from chasing down David's journal, Itey dragged his way to the bleachers to sit down for a moment. He barely paid any attention to the girl sitting a few feet away until she shifted slightly, creating enough noise to capture his interest.

She had a more put-together look compared to the other girls, her long brown hair in one braid down her back. Clean cut jeans and a blue polo shirt completed this image.

"What are you doing over here," Itey asked hesitantly.

"I'm not too big on crowds…or dances for that matter," the girl replied after a moment.

"I'm Daniel, but most call me Itey," he told her, remembering that introducing yourself was a good way to make new friends. He held out a hand.

"Lailie Abram…call me Lai," she answered, shaking his hand briefly. There was a silence between them for a moment. Itey was more than likely trying to decide if this was a good place for a joke and Lai's thoughts leaning more towards if she should even continue speaking to this boy. Finally though, her mind was made up, "I saw what you did for your friend. That was nice of you."

"It's no big deal," Itey shrugged, "David and I have know each other since elementary school. We're not best friends or anything, but I know he hates it when someone steals his journal."

"You're protective of your friends," Lai asked, sounding a little shy due to her bold question.

"Only when they deserve it," Itey laughed, "And occasionally when most of them don't."

Lai laughed quietly at this. She often felt that way about her friends as well, but her natural ability to judge based on first impressions sometimes clouded her judgement about whether they deserved it or not. Luckily, most of her friends understood and didn't get angry when she didn't immediately jump to their defense.

"Are you excited about the dance," Itey asked, not wanting to avoid the topic, especially since it was why they were there in the first place.

"I find it a bit unnecessary," Lai admitted, "I didn't come to school to socialize."

"Just think of it as a short break," Itey told her, "I don't exactly do dances, but if it's a chance to relax, I'll take it."

"I'll have to go anyway," Lai said, "I'm not staying at the school by myself, not that Mrs. Kreiger will let me."

"Then…do you want to come with me," Itey asked. She shot him a quick glare, "We don't have to dance. We'll just go as acquaintances."

Lai placed her head in her hands, obviously thinking about the options. Her eyebrows knit together as she finally sighed and then looked over at him, "Okay, I'll go. But only as friends, okay?"

"So I'm your friend now," Itey questioned.

"Close enough," Lai nodded. They exchanged information.

Itey really wondered if he could get her to dance. He would hate for her to watch from a table all night. But maybe there was a way and he'd be willing to try it out.