Okay, I know, way overdue...this was prompted by...Guest...! Yeah, if you "guests" could give me some names from now on, thanks! Now, this was like, way too long...so, enjoy!

The short, brunette looked up at the building in nervousness. A new school. This was the hardest thing she would ever deal with, but she was used to it. Jumping from school to school, flying across the world, and not making any friends because you end up leaving them anyway. That was what her life was like; the same thing, every six months.

She turned back to the cab driver, but only to find that he had already left, leaving her three suitcases sitting next to her. She should have paid him after he carried her bags to her boarding house, Isis.

"Well, darn." she mumbled, turning around. She clashed into someone, nearly falling over, before she was saved by a pair of strong arms.

"Whoa, you okay?" the blonde boy asked, pulling her back up and standing her straight, keeping his hands on her shoulders for a second to make sure she was steady.

"Y-yeah, thanks." she stutter, tucking a strand of her wavy hair behind her ear shyly.

"New student?" he asked knowingly, glancing at her suitcases.

"Um, yeah," she nodded, looking into his warm green eyes and nearly melting.

"Alright, well you just made your first friend, I'm Eddie Miller. Some people, particularly Jerry Clarke, will call me Sweety or Sweety Junior-don't pay any attention to that." he finished with a roll of his eyes. "What's your name?"

"Sydney Peters, but my friends call me Syd." she replied, snapping out of her daydreaming of his arms once more being wrapped around her waist.

"Nice to meet ya, Syd, let me help you with your bags. You're in Isis House, right?" he questioned, pulling one suitcase behind him while the other was held in his other hand and the third was slung over his shoulder.

She nodded silently, still unsure how to speak to him. She could tell he was American, and he was very friendly. She suddenly found herself wondering if her found her pretty. She was a pretty decent girl with slightly tan skin, thin bangs falling into her amber eyes. She was about a foot shorter than him, and she weighed what a normal seventeen-year-old girl would.

He was perfect to her; tall, broad-shouldered, green eyes that bore into your soul, dirty-blonde hair that was spiked up in the front. His tan skin went well with his hair, and instead of wearing a red blazer or a vest or sweater, like she saw most of the students wore over their white shirts, he wore a black, leather jacket.

"Alright, basically, you go in there and get checked in; and then, head over to the school, talk to Headteacher Eric Sweet, and you'll be all set. If you need to be shown around, I can take care of that. And if you want any more friends; I've got plenty to share."

"Thanks, Eddie." Syd said softly, taking her bag from him, and feeling electric shocks run up and down her arm when their fingers brushed. She looked up at his face, to see if he'd felt it, and if he had, he hid it very well.

"No, problem, Syd; find me if you need me." he winked and strutted off, hands slipping into the front pockets of his school trousers.

She couldn't help herself, she sighed dreamily, gazing after him. It wasn't like her to be so caught up in a boy and start to daydream about him, but Eddie was different. She grabbed her bags and hauled them into the house, hurrying to do what he'd instructed so she could go find him and get that tour of the grounds.

Syd held her bag strap tightly as she searched for her locker. When she found it, it was next to a couple. The tall blonde had his forearm propped above the short, raven-haired girl's head. He was speaking softly to her, face inches away from her as she blushed like mad.

Syd awkwardly unlocked her locker. She was now close enough to hear what he was saying to her, and she now understood why she was blushing so much, if any guy said something like that to her, she'd blush, too.

"You're so perfect, you know that?" he whispered, tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

"J—" she started, but he shushed her.

"Can't you ever let me compliment my own girlfriend without interrupting?" he chuckled lowly.

"I don't always interrupt." she defended herself.

"Jaffray, darling, let me compliment you. You're so stunning. Something you need to start doing is wearing your glasses again. Did I ever tell you that you look positively adorable in them?"

"I look so dorky."

"You look smart. Smart is sexy, love." he grinned wolfishly, leaning down to kiss her burning cheek.

"Oh, hi,"

Syd looked over at her. She pushed her boyfriend away from her and he rolled his eyes but then gazed down at her lovingly.

"Are you a new student? I've never seen you around."

"Yeah, I'm Syd Peters." she replied nicely, holding out her hand.

"Mara Jaffray and this is my boyfriend, Jerome Clarke." she took her hand, giving it a kind shake.

"Nice to meet you," Syd smiled, and Jerome nodded in return.

"Do you have anyone to eat lunch with? You can sit with us."

"But, Jaffray, we were gonna go into town for lunch." Jerome whined, tugging on her blazer sleeve.

"Jerome, we can do that tomorrow; we can't ditch Syd." she scolded, giving him a look over her shoulder.

"Hey, Mara, can I see your history notes?" Patricia asked, stepping up to the group.

"Sure," she nodded and turned to her locker.

"Can't you say please, Trixie Pixie?" Jerome asked, staring at her boredly.

"Can't you go jump off a bridge, Slimeball?" she retorted moodily.

"What did I say?"

"Patricia," Mara warned quietly, handing her a notebook.

"I think someone's PMSing..." Jerome sang, looking around with a smirk playing on his thin lips.

"Shut up—"

"Patricia, have you met the new student? Syd Peters, this is Patricia Williamson; Trish, please be nice."

"Hiya, Syd, I, um...like your name?" the auburn haired girl said slowly, unsurely.

"Thanks," she said awkwardly.

"Okay, I have to go, Alfie wanted these."

"Why couldn't he just come and ask me himself?"

"I don't know, he's Alfie," Patricia suggested, grumbling under her breath as she stalked off.

"Anyway," Mara chuckled softly. "Would you like to eat with us?"

"No, its okay if you guys wanted to go into town; someone else already offered to eat with me and show me around school. I just have to find him." Syd looked around, searching for Eddie.

"Okay, I guess I'll see you later then." Mara smiled and turned back to her locker. She took out one of her books and closed the door. "Nice meeting you."

"You, too,"

"I'll be with you in a minute, darling." Jerome assured his girlfriend when his light blue eyes caught sight of Syd jogging up to Eddie.

"Okay, I'll go sit out on the bench and call a cab." she suggested.

"Alright," he nodded and kissed her cheek, taking off toward the two. He snuck up next to the corner they were standing next to and focused on what they were saying, rather than the loud chattering of everyone around him.

"So, do you wanna get some lunch, and then you can show me around?" Syd asked shyly.

Jerome's eyebrows scrunched. She wasn't very shy around him and Mara, she'd been hesitant, but not like this.

"Yeah, sure, just let me text my friends and let them know I won't be joining them; unless you'd like to meet them and get some more friends?" Eddie suggested.

"Oh, yeah, sure, I'd love to meet them."

"Alright, follow me." he instructed and they walked past Jerome. Eddie stopped and turned around to raise an eyebrow in his direction. "What are you up to, Jerry?"

"What makes you think I'm up to something, Sweety?" he asked with an innocent look plastered on his pale face. "Hello, Syd."

"Hey, Jerome." she waved slightly, amber eyes flitting between the two boys.

"Jerry, you have that look in your eyes; you know something everyone else doesn't; and you're going to have some fun with it."

"Oh, Edison, you don't know me at all do you? I just wanted to know if you knew where Patricia is?" he asked, clasping his hands together.

"No, I haven't seen her since breakfast." Eddie denied.

"Hm, Syd?"

"Yeah, didn't she go to find someone named Alfie?" she asked hesitantly.

"Oh, of course, you're right. Thank you." he grinned, brushing past them.

Eddie watched his back as he strutted down the hallway in confidence. "He scares me."

"Hey, Patticakes," Jerome smiled genuinely, leaning against the doorway of the lounge.

"What do you want, Slimeball." she asked absentmindedly, flipping through a magazine.

"What did you think of Syd?" he asked, taking a seat next to her on the sofa.

"She was alright, why?"

"Because, well, I don't know if I should be telling you this or not; I don't want to cause any trouble between the two of you, and I don't want to threaten your relationship with Eddie." he sighed in fake sympathy.

Patricia's shoulders tensed. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, the new student...she apparently has a crush on a certain blonde American rebel." he replied, scratching his chin.

"I'll talk to you later." she mumbled, standing and tossing her magazine onto the coffee table.

"They're in the courtyard having lunch!" he called after her with an evil grin. He laughed and walked off to meet Mara.

"...and the table over there is where the 'nerds' sit at. Now, this school doesn't necessarily exclude people or anything, or form certain groups; you just hang out with who you want. Like, Anubis House sits at this table, because we know each other better than we know everyone else in the school." Eddie explained, picking at his spaghetti with his plastic fork.

"So, I can sit here, and no one will care?" Syd asked, eyes staying trained on his flawless face; well, it was flawless to her.

"Actually, I care; that's my seat."

Syd turned with Eddie to look at Patricia, tapping her rocker boot clad toes against the concrete beneath them impatiently.

"Yacker, why don't you just sit here?" Eddie asked, pointing the seat to the right of him.

"Because your left side is where I sit, doofus." She replied simply.

"Okay, well, can you sit on my right for today?" he suggested calmly.

"No."

"Patricia, don't make Syd get up and move; she's new."

"I know, we've met," she said hotly, and then she pulled a wrapped up sandwich from her bag. "I bought you a meatball sandwich; but to have it, you need to let me sit on your left."

Eddie's eyes flitted between the sandwich in her hand and his plate of spaghetti. Making up his mind in an instant, he stood up and sat on Syd's so Patricia could sit on his.

"Good boy," she smiled, handing him the sandwich and sliding in next to him.

He unwrapped the sandwich and took a big bite. He groaned at the taste and swallowed. He leaned over and pecked her cheek. "Thank you, Yacker."

Patricia smirked in triumph. "You're welcome, Weasel Face.

Syd's heart plummeted and her confused smile fell into a disappointed frown. He had a girlfriend already. And she was gorgeous. And she also seemed like his type; wearing dark makeup and jewelry and boots with black rose tights.

"Um, I have to go—" she mumbled, standing up.

"Syd, you don't need to leave; Patricia will be nice, right?"

"As long as she does the same." She answered easily.

"Yacker, come on—"

"No, Eddie, it's fine; I understand that you'd like to be alone with your girlfriend." She cracked, scurrying off.

"I never said that." He said confusedly.

"You couldn't see it, could you?" his girlfriend asked in a monotone.

"See what?"

"She likes you, Sherlock. Syd has a crush on you, and you were completely leading her on." She snapped, looking at her hands, clasped on the table.

"Wow, I didn't realize it. Man, now I feel bad. I'm sorry, Yacker, but you didn't need to get jealous." He said sincerely.

"It's fine, but…" she took a deep breath. "I don't think you should be apologizing to me."

"You're right," he nodded. "I'll talk to her later, but really I do wanna be alone with my girlfriend." He smiled, entwining their fingers together, and taking another bite of his sandwich.

And Eddie talks to Syd and everything is worked out and they stay friends, even though Syd still has major feelings for him.

Okay...that was 2,108 words...ha... *awkward silence*

I don't know, I just loved that idea, I guess?

So...review?

One thing I ask of the LORD, this is what I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze upon the beauty of the LORD and to seek him in his temple. -Psalm 27:4

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-Rachel