Disclaimer: Remember, I do not own any of the 'TFATF/2F2F' characters.

Okay here is the first chapter. Kinda cheesy and boring but I had trouble trying to figure out how to start it. Well here goes nothing.

Chapter 1-Best Friends

"Sasha hurry up we're gonna be late!" yelled Diana. "We were supposed to be at school thirty minutes ago. Now Mr. Asshole is gonna assign of after-school D-hall again!" She screamed again, referring to their 1st block Chemistry teacher, Mr. Adkins. He was always giving them a hard time for everything they did.

"Sorry Di, I slept in late. Last night was mad wild, don'tcha think?" Sasha said, walking out of her house, putting on her Army jacket and her dog tags.

Last night was one of the regular weekend parties. Every weekend a classmate would throw a huge party at his/her home that everyone was invited too. The parties were like every other teenage party: lots of sex, booze, and drugs.

"It was okay. Those parties are starting to get old. We go every weekend and the same things seem to happen. We get drunk, some dumbass guy tries to have a threesome, and a fight usually puts the icing on the cake, so to speak." Diana replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yeah but it beats staying home on the weekend." Sasha responded, getting into Di's red and pink slug Bug, as she loved to call it.

They jumped in Diana's car and sepd off on their way to school to avoid being anymore late then they already were. Stopped at a red light, Diana noticed a guy in the next car staring at them vigiriously. Sasha then noticed him and screamed, "What the fuck are you looking!" The man turned away as the red light turned gree and sped off.

"What the hell was his problem?" Diana asked, still staring at the car as it sped away.

"I dunno but it was creepy." Sasha replied.

Sasha was always the fierce, tomboyish girl who didn't take shit from anyone. But Diana knew her better than anyone else. Even her family. Diana and Sasha was like twins separated at birth. They knew each other in and out.

But Diana knew Sasha wasn't as angry as she put out there. She was living with a horrible anger problem brought on by the molestation she had endured from her father at the age of seven. She just wanted to be loved and respected and wanted to protect everyone around her, but couldn't find any other way of getting respect than demanding it. Sasha wasn't your everyday, average girl. She had the body and the looks of a goddess but wasn't one to show it. So instead, she wore loose cargo pants, beaters, and black boots. Her look was demeaning.

But Diana wasn't as aggressive. She was loved by everyone at school. She had the charm and the smile to light up a room. She was a very good student. Respected and loved by all, she never turned her back on her true friend, Sasha.

"Let's go deal with the coolest, most understanding teacher in the school." Sasha said sarcastically.

"Oh yeah I just love him. Besides the cool glasses and ankle-high pants, he's such a stud." Diana responded jokingly.

As they walked in class and took their seats, they noticed their teacher wasn't at the blackboard like he always was when they came in class. He was standing at his desk with two pieces of paper in his hand. Automatcally, the girls knew what the papers were; pink slips. Discipline slips as the teachers called them. Sasha and Di both got up, walked to Mr. Adkins and took the slips. They both got their things and walked down to the office.

"This is fucking bullshit Sash. I told you we couldn't be late again or we'd get written up!" Diana yelled at Sasha as they walked down the hallway. Sasha just ignored her. She didn't reallly care at the time, she was just glad to be out of that class.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't my favorite 'late' students. Ladies, pleast, have a seat." Teased their principals, Mr. Jones. The girls were regulars in his office. He'd see them together in his office, often many times a week. "So what is it today, let's see those slips shall we." He asked, reaching for their papers. "Hmm, just as I suspected, late again. Well ya know what girl's, since I'm in a good mood, I'm going to let you off the hook. Go find something to do for the next hour and a half. I don't care where you go, but if you aren't back by second block, you will in after-school detention for 3 weeks. Got it?" He finished.

"Yessir" the girls said in unison. As they left the office, Sasha stopped dead in her tracks at the person standing in front of her. Jason Davis. The guy that she had had the biggest crush on since her freshman year. He was tall, and tan, and muscular. He had that long shaggy, brown hair that you only see on TV. And he had the most beautiful set of eyes. They were a grey-blue color with a slint tint of green. He wore the sweetest smile that can make you melt from afar. But Sasha wouldn't let him know how she felt simply because -- her and jocks just don't mix. She was the sweaty, greasemonkey who worked on cars and Jason was the all-american football jock.

As they passed Jason, he and Sasha exchanged long, seductive glares. But that soon ended by an annoyed glance that Sasha gave him.

"Take a picture ass." She spat, smacking into the side of Jason's arm. He frowned at her and mouthed 'bitch' as he entered the office. He liked her indeed, but he hated the bitchy mood she was always in.