A/N: Thanks for all the positive feed back. And to Anonymous Reader13, yes I know my charaters are quite off but this story is just for kicks. Now were this a serious story I would go back and correct the problems.

Disclaimer: Again, I do not nor will I ever own CSI.
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"This seat taken?" Greg asked sitting across from Sara in the lunch room. He set his trey of food down, and poked at the mashed potatoes with his spork. Sara just shrugged not looking up from her book. "Come on Sara, that's your name right? Don't you talk?"

"I talk when I have something to say," Sara stopped reading. She glanced up at him with an annoyed look on her face. Greg blinked back at her trying to think of something to say. Closing her book Sara started to get up from the table.

"Come on babe," Greg said reaching across the table and putting his hand on her wrist. "Don't shoot me down before you get to know me." He smiled at Sara, waiting for her to respond.

Sara wasn't sure what to say, she looked down at his hand and then at his smile. "Is that the best pick up line you have?" A small smile crossed her lips.

Greg chuckled softly, "Give me a minute I'm sure I can come up with something better." All he had been trying to do was get her to stay in her seat. He was glad to see for once something had worked. "Are you reading our chemistry book?" I asked seeing what the book was that she had.

Sara bowed her head, looking away from Greg so he wouldn't see her blush. "Yeah," she mumbled. "Science is one of my favorite subjects." She looked back at Greg, "What about you?"

"I love chemistry," Greg's smile instantly widened. "Actually I'm not even supposed to be in chem this year, but I took human bio and physical science last year. There wasn't anything else left. They don't usually put juniors in senior classes." He paused to take a breath, not noticing that he was rambling. "But they way I'm going I could graduate this year. It impresses my teachers that I'm smart but all the other kids think I'm a geek."

Just as Sara was getting ready to say something, a jock walked by and shoved Greg against the table. "You are Sanders," the boy laughed, high-fiving one of his friends. The group continued by the table, one of the guys winking at Sara as he passed.

Greg groaned in pain and pushed himself away from the table. He rubbed his ribs gingerly, "That happens more often than you'd think," Greg rasped. He tried unsuccessfully to take a few deep breaths. "I'm used to it." He laughed gently trying to act like it was no big deal.

"You could have bruised your ribs," Sara said, leaning across the table. "Do you need anything?" Greg shook his head no. "You should stick up for yourself. They're not going to stop unless you do something about it."

Greg looked almost horrified by her suggestion. "They won't quit, they'll just laugh harder." He was still holding his ribs but he could talk normally again. "What's it matter anyways? After I graduate I'm not gonna see any of them again." He pushed himself out of his chair, "I'll see ya later," he said walking slowly away.

Sara frowned ask she watched Greg walking away. She closed her chemistry book and gathered up her stuff. As she was started out of the cafeteria she felt someone grab her wrist. She whirled around quickly to see who it was.

"Sit down," Catherine said letting go of Sara. "We don't bite," she said, looking at her friends when Sara hesitated.

"Hi," Sara said sitting down across from Catherine.

"I'm Catherine, and this is Meg and Audrey," Catherine motioned to her two friends. "And you are?" She smiled at Sara.

That smile has to be fake, Sara thought to herself. "I'm Sara Sidle. I just moved here from..."

"Were you sitting with Greg Sanders earlier? Hanging out with a guy like him can completely ruin your social status at this school. And you don't want that to happen before you even get a chance to establish your social standing do you?" Catherine, Meg and Audrey were staring at Sara expectantly.

"Umm..." Sara blinked not sure what to say. "Greg's a nice guy." She was trying to think of how to describe Greg, but Sara realized she didn't know him that well.

"There's a reason they say nice guys finish last," Meg scoffed.

"We could hook you up with a football player," Catherine offered, as if she were trying to be helpful. "I mean that would make your popularity sky rocket. And you want to fit in don't you?"

To Sara, Catherine and her friends sounded sincere, she nodded slowly. This was after all her last year of high school why shouldn't she finally fit in and have a good time. "Good," Catherine said seeing Sara nod. "Meet us in the bathroom by the gym after school."

"Let me see your schedule," Audrey said reaching for the papers Sara had. "Oh look Cath. She's got English Lit with us." Another smile crossed Catherine's lips, but this one seemed darker more devious.

"That's great," Catherine said cheerfully, that overly cheerful smile coming back. "We'll see you then. But still plan on meeting us at three fifteen." The end of lunch bell rang, Catherine and her friends rose from the table.

"See you later Sara," the three girls chimed in unison as Sara quickly exited the cafeteria. They watched until she disappeared before breaking out into giggles.

"This is going to be fun," Meg laughed, checking her reflection in her make up mirror.

"I can't believe how mean you can be Cath," Audrey said, putting on a fresh coat of pink lip gloss. "Where do you get these ideas."

"We have to have something to entertain ourselves right?" Catherine asked her friends looking around the other students walking by them. "Nick!" She called out seeing the captain of the football team.

She jogged a little way down the hall to catch up with him. "I've got a plan, I need you to help me with it." She stood on her toes and whispered something into his ear. Nick nodded. "Okay I'll see you later," she said going into a classroom.