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Caleb walked over to the table that his friends were all sitting at. He sat down with a huff, and frowned. The normalcy in the area was unnerving, Reid and Tyler were bickering over something of little importance while Pogue was scarfing down twice his body weight in pancakes.

Caleb sighed, and tried to get their attention. "Guy's, did any of you use just a couple of minutes ago?"

Tyler, Reid, and Pogue all shook their heads, Caleb knew not to assume anyone was lying now. Not since after what happened with Chase.

"Then we have to be on the look out for Chase. It had to be him."

----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------It was our first day, and we were running late. Missy seemed slightly ashamed of us, but nonetheless waited for us outside of the cafeteria. Whoops, sorry, the 'Dining Hall'. Call it what ever you want, but in the end it's just a place where people eat. Finally, she saw us running towards her, though she knew that we were running late, we looked pretty awesome for people who just rolled out of bed two minutes ago. Bridgette, looked like a model, even in those tacky uniforms, and me, well I didn't even look ready, but Missy knew I was never one for uniforms, or skirts.

I, had my shirt un-tucked from the skirt, my knee-socks were missing completely, on my feet I adorned my lovable scruffy black high-tops, my tie was hanging loosely around my neck (seriously, I shudder to think how many depressed teens try to strangle themselves with their ties at this school), and my shirt was unbuttoned slightly, so you could see the black wife beater I was wearing underneath.

"Here guys, I got you some muffins. I had the feeling that you would be late. By the way, Peyton, you're going to be in trouble for being out of uniform." Missy said, knowing her reprimands were falling on deaf ears. I just shrugged and mumbled incoherently. I was never much of a morning person.

Bridgette took out their schedules, and compared them. "Hey, we all have lunch together, and Government, Missy and I both have French together, and you and I have theatrical arts together!" I grunted while munching on my muffin, Bridgette was always to perky in the morning.

"I have History, I guess I'll see you guys later." I finally said, walking away in the direction I thought my first period class was in. I knew I should have looked at that map. However, I didn't make it far. Right as I was about to pass the cafeteria doors, low and behold the door opened and I walked right into it, falling on the ground with a loud 'oompf'. I've always been a serious klutz when I'm not playing a sport. I seriously think that the government should give me one of those disabled tags for my car, because I'm a danger to myself and everyone around me.

"Oh shit, my bad. Oh, hey Red," Reid. Of course, "I knew you were falling for me, but I didn't think it was this hard." He joked, holding out his hand to help me up. While I was never one to fall for archaic chivalry, it was rather cute, so I indulged myself and grabbed his hand. What I wasn't expecting, however, was electricity to shoot through my arm. My entire body felt a little numb, and I inconspicuously checked his hand to see if he had a prank buzzer thing. Yeah, that's right, I have mad ninja skillz.

"Ha ha, very funny."

"You do know you're out of uniform, right?" He asked, looking me over, he was probably thinking things that I'm pretty sure I don't want him to think

"Yeah, who cares? They're already pushing it with this skirt. I'm wearing it, and that's all they need.." I grumbled., I really hate skirts. Like, with a violent, bloody passion. If I could I would brutally murder them with AK-47s.

Reid grinned, I knew he was checking me out. STOP IT!

"So what's your first class?" He asked, changing the subject.

"History." I crinkled my nose in disgust. I've always hated history, I mean, hello, it has already happened, why should I care, and it's not like, I'll ever use history in my career.

He smiled, "Me too, come on baby girl, I'll show you the way."

"Fine, and don't call me baby girl!"

"You are the youngest girl, therefor you are Baby Girl." He rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, but I don't act the youngest." I said, trying to rid myself of the petname.

"Are you sure about that?" He smirked.

I pouted and crossed my arms, knowing perfectly well how childish I looked.

"Shut up."

It turned out that, Reid, or at least one of the boys, were in each of my morning classes, so I had no trouble finding them. Right now, I was sitting in literature, the last class before lunch, and let me tell you, knowing that there is a hot plate of food waiting for you makes a class very boring. Reid was sitting next to me, Tyler was on my other side, and Pogue and Caleb, were in front of me.

"Miss O'Donnel, since you seem so interested in my lecture, why don't you answer the question?" Mr. Vernon said in a reprimanding tone.

"Sure, I'll answer the question." I said. Um, what question? He tapped his foot, waiting.

"Well?" he asked impatiently. At this point Tyler pushed a note to me. I always knew I liked that boy.

'He wants you to explain Pablo Neruda's take on love, from his poem, A Song of Despair.

I mouthed to him 'Thanks'.

"In the poem, Pablo Neruda describes how absolutely depressing love is. Although, not as blunt as I put it. He walks you through relationships, and points out the negative, and the positive." I said, trying to get done as quick as possible. Except the teacher looked impressed. Crap. He's going to ask me more.

"Good job Miss O'Donnel, and what are you're opinions about this?" Told you.

"Personally, I think Pablo Neruda was a dumb ass with no sense of self-preservation. While his poetry is beautiful, he describes everything in the most clichéd way. I mean really, how can he describe and emotion as raw as love with such flowery words, and assume that all love is exactly how he depicts it?" Fine, I'll just play along. I noticed the teacher was about to patronize me and my cussing, but then the bell rang, and I fully appreciated the term, 'Saved by the bell.'

"A good point, Miss O'Donnel, class is over, you're free to leave." Everyone started packing up. I got up to leave, unaware that there was some one following me. Thankfully, my locker was close to this class, so I didn't have far to walk to put those stupid heavy books away. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure lean on the locker next to me. I turned to see who it was, and saw a rather tall boy, with wavy hair, and a slightly arrogant look on his face. Then it hit me, that was the boy Reid played before me last night.

"Are you new here?" He asked

"Yup." I said, not at all interested. I mean, what the hell? Why is he talking to me? It's probably because of my stupid boobs

"My names Aaron Abbot, maybe I can give you a tour, the first, and best place is my dorm room." He said, sneering. Yup it's my boobs. Damn you boobs!

"Sorry, but I'm not interested. Why don't you go sexually harass someone else?" I was starting to get annoyed. I have a really short temper.

"Listen, whore, it's not really optional." With that he leaned in to me and smashed his lips against mine. Um, what the fuck! He is invading my personal bubble! I tried to push him away, but he was really strong.

"Stop! Get off of me!" I screamed, although it was slightly muffled by his lips. He didn't stop, in fact I felt something grasp my breast. Once again. STUPID BOOBS! That got me angry. I lifted my knee up, and threw all my weight into his groin. He quickly let go of me and doubled over. Then I punched him, feeling something crack under my force, and then his nose started bleeding. Ha ha loser. "Next time, you try to touch me, I'll do even worse, trust me, I'm the last girl you want to mess with." I stood up, and then saw two boys, walking around the corner.

"Holy fucking shit." Tyler said, double taking at the state of Aaron.

"What the hell happened?" Caleb, he looked a little shocked.

"Well this asshole, decided that I really needed to see the inside of his dorm, and well, I didn't want to. So he just decide that he would take advantage of me here. As you can see, I wasn't really happy about that." They looked pretty shocked.

"I think you broke his nose!" Tyler said, happily.

"Yeah, come on guys, I'm hungry." With that, I walked away from the mess that is Aaron.

When we got to the cafeteria, Peyton saw Missy, Bridgette, Reid, Pogue, Kate, and Sarah, all conversing cheerfully.

"Hey guys, what's up?" I asked, trying to hide my blood covered hand. That might cause some vomiting.

"Nothing much, how was you're first day?" Kate said, turning away from Pogue's attention.

I snorted a very unladylike snort, oh well, it's not like I cared about being ladylike. "Interesting." Everybody looked pretty intrigued, so Caleb tried to elaborate.

"She had an encounter with Aaron." Everyone looked at me to see what happened.

"He basically was trying to get in my pants, but was doing it more by force than pick up lines," Everyone's face darkened, and Reid looked positively livid. God, he's cute when he's mad. "Oh don't worry everything is fine." I said lightly, waving my hand in dismissal, unfortunately it was the bloody hand. They looked alarmed. "Oh, this isn't my blood, it's his, I kneed him, and then broke his nose." Pogue looked like he was going to choke, Missy and Bridgette just grinned, and Reid started laughing.

"I'd have like to see that baby girl!" He said gleefully, I glared at him for using the pet name, and he shrugged.

"So where'd you learn to fight?" Pogue asked.

"Oh here and there..." I shrugged off his question.

"No really, where?" Tyler prodded.

I sighed, I didn't want to tell them the truth, but I suppose I had no choice.

"I wasn't really expelled for hacking into the computer system." They looked shock at the fact that I lied. Well, guess what? I am a professional liar, I do it all the time.

It was really for fighting." I continued. They looked interested, so I elaborated.

"At my old school, I beat up a lot of girls... and guys. They were asking for it. Plus, there's only so many times I can use the excuse that it was self defense. Somehow, it got me into a world of trouble, and I'm trying to stop. The only reason Spenser accepted me was because my grandparents were practically famous when they went here."I grinned and reached for my fork, I gasped when I felt a sharp pain in my hand.

"I don't think his nose is the only thing I broke. Can someone show me where the infirmary is? My hand is probably broken." I said, my face contorting in pain.

"I'll take you." Sarah offered, and she stood up, and helped me up. While we were walking to the infirmary, Sarah struck up conversation.

"So seen anyone who caught your eye?" Sarah asked, mischievously. I sighed, I always hated girl talk, but I went along with it anyway.

"I don't know, I barely know anyone." I said, nonchalantly. Although, I could barely hear my subconscious whispering "Liar".

"Well, I think Reid is interested, although he'll never admit it." She said, grinning. Really, he's interested?

"Why?"

"Because, he's like the playboy at Spenser, kind of a fuck 'em then ditch 'em kind of guy."

"Is that what he wants from me?" I had no idea why I felt hurt about this.

"If it was, then he would have mad a move already, but I can tell he definitely feels something, did you see how angry he was when you told us about Aaron?" She said giggling.

"I thought he was going to bust a vain!" I said laughing. Sarah was really nice, when she wasn't trying to hook me up with anyone.

Coming out of the nurse's office, I was irritated, and off balance.

"Ugh! I can't believe I have to wear this stupid cast!" I complained. It looked like I got my hand stuck in a roll of toilet paper. Seriously.

"Yeah, but at least you'll get out of classwork for a while." Sarah said, trying to cheer me up. It wasn't working, to say the least. She looked at me, I was pouting and then, all of a sudden, her face looked scared, she was looking ahead, and saw a giant wolf thing.

"Shit. That's not good." I muttered to myself, I glanced over at Sarah, who was looking horrified, yet intrigued. Then, the wolf thing growled. And it lunged. Straight for me. Sarah screamed, expecting it to instantly kill her new friend. I know I shouldn't use in the open, but seriously, this thing was going to make me dog chow! So I just had to go and throw a giant forcefield in front of me. I shouted something in Latin that Sarah couldn't understand. The wolf disappeared leaving me exhausted, and Sarah mesmerized in the empty hallway.

"What was that?" Sarah whispered.

"That was a demon. I guess I have some explaining to do." I said. Shit, I so didn't want to do this.

"Are you like Caleb, Pogue, Reid, and Tyler?" Sarah blurted out.

"Guess I'm not the only one who needs to do some explaining." What the hell was she talking about?