Disclaimer: Of course I own nothing. Don't even bother suing me because I own nothing of any value. Except my beater of a car, but you wouldn't even want that because it's just that bad.

A/N: This chapter gets much better than the first one, and with my edits it's [hopefully even better!

Chapter 2: So We Meet Again

Allison looked over at Claire. They shared a meaningful look and then Claire tried her damnedest to stifle a snicker. It did not however, escape the hawk ears of Mrs. Rose, who if anything, was the female equivalent of Vernon on a permanent power trip.

"Miss Standish! Miss Reynolds! Is there a problem?" Mrs. Rose snapped, while the other 15 kids in the class laughed.

"No," They muttered in unison.

"If this gets to be a regular problem, I think I'll have to assign you two to Saturday detentions, ladies." At this the class broke into a chorus of taunting "Oh's"

Just then the bell rang and everyone scattered in their own directions towards their respective classes. Claire cornered Allison.

"Hey, I wouldn't mind another Saturday if I got to spend it with John!" she whispered with a giggle. She winked at Allison and skittered off towards her gaggle of friends up the hall.

Allison slid into her Biology class a mere second before the late bell rung.

"Miss Reynolds. Let's try to be a bit more timely please. Otherwise maybe a trip to Mr. Vernon's office would be in order," The teacher said condescendingly. Allison shot him a nasty look. She wasn't even late, so she didn't see what he was so upset about. Where do they find these ego-tripping teachers? She dropped her bag on the floor and slumped into her chair. She got out her "Biology" notebook and began to draw an intricate seascape while the teacher droned on about the properties of various single celled organisms.

"Well, well…Mr. Clarke. So glad you could join us," The teacher said in a similarly condescending tone.

"Yeah…well I was in Vernon's office, and I have a pass."

Allison looked up to see Andy thrusting a square of blue paper at the teacher. She was amazed that she never noticed Andy was in her bio class. Then again, she always had a theory that she should pay as much attention as she was given…which needless to say, wasn't very much. Today she was finding that she should revise her theories. School was much more exciting now that she was paying attention to who was where.

"This paper means nothing to me. Go sit in front of Miss Reynolds, our other resident tardy," The teacher said, pointing to the desk in front of Allison.

Andrew heaved a large sigh, and looked in the direction that the teacher was pointing, and caught Allison's eyes. He grinned. "Sure thing, Barton."

Now the teacher sighed. "I'm going to leave you kids alone in here for the remainder of the period. I have some more pressing matters to deal with. For God's sake…BEHAVE like young adults!" With that, he walked out the door. Everyone erupted into chatter.

"So delinquent…what did you do now?" Allison whispered playfully.

Andy rolled his eyes. "Nothing. Vernon wasted 20 minutes harping on at me about how disappointed in me he was and that next time I mess up he 'won't be so lenient.'"

"That sucks."

Just then a crumpled up ball of paper flew across the room and hit Allison in the head. She looked around to see Andy's ex-girlfriend Alana smirking at her and shooting Andy a look so intense it could melt steel. Allison started to stand up, but Andy restrained her.

"Let it go. She's a jealous, possessive bitch." Andy squeezed her arm gently.

Allison wondered where all this newfound courage was coming from...hell, Friday she wouldn't have done anything like that. So instead of getting up and taking a Sharpie to Alana's new Burberry purse she was parading around, she returned the smirk while giving her a one-fingered victory salute.

Andy got up to go talk to a few of his jock friends in the other corner of the room. Allison began to absently shade a boulder in the picture she was drawing. Dissatisfied with the outcome, she gingerly erased the shading and decided it should be a colored seascape. She pulled a pack of watercolor pencils out of her bag and began to color. She could add the water later. This took up the remainder of the period. When the bell rang, everyone started to make a mad rush for the door. Allison hung back as always. She wasn't alone this time. Andy walked up to her and thrust a folded piece of paper into her hand. As he walked away, he brushed his hand against her cheek. Then he left and disappeared into the mass of people in the narrow corridor.

A/N: Did anyone notice my lame-assed attempts to make references to my two other favorite John Hughes movies in the last chapter?

Anyway...I might post chapter 3 after work this evening, depends on what kind of mood I'm in...if not tonight, then tomorrow.