"You again?" Lollie scowled, as Jimmie plunked himself down in the seat beside her in third period class, chemistry. "Are you even smart enough to take this class?"

"Hey, that's harsh. I'm relatively smart; I did get an eighty-four in science last year. And I wanted to say sorry for acting like an idiot in homeroom; I do actually want to talk to you," he said, looking slightly sheepish.

"Ya well…too late. And Liva isn't here to change my mind, so too bad for you," she huffed, sticking her nose in the air and turning her head away from him. After a moment of being like that, she returned to scribbling in her notebook, pausing every few moments to doodle in the margins of her page. "Looking over my shoulder when I'm writing is a big no-no," she said, not even looking up, she could tell he was trying to read what she was writing.

"My bad; you can't keep getting mad at me for not knowing things about you. Can you tell me what you're writing? That way I might not read it," he said smiling at her.

"You really want to know? I'm fleshing out my favourite idea for the musical, and no, I don't want or need your help, basketball boy. But…I guess I can stop ignoring you, because it seems you won't let me," she reluctantly said, pulling her phone out of her pocket and flipping it open. She rolled her eyes as she read Liva's text; 'Oooh. sitting with Jimmie in chem class. And you said you didn't like him.' After pressing reply, Lollie looked around the room, then out the far window, but couldn't see any sign of her. Shaking her head, she typed back, 'You are such a stalker. And I don't; he sat beside me.'

"Texting isn't allowed," Jimmie said in a low singsong voice, tapping her cell.

"Neither are cell phones," she said back, pulling the lump out of his hoodie pocket. "So I wouldn't be the only one in trouble." As she waved his phone around below desk height, it vibrated in her hand, nearly causing her to drop it. Flipping it open, she smiled and read the text aloud. "'Yo, Rocketman, found out y we should know Lollie.' Aw, see, Donny knows me, she said with a smile before pressing reply. She read aloud as she typed a reply back. "'O rly? Where from? Tho, I don't care, cuz she's beside me. She says Liva thinks ur cute.' There, send," she smiled, slightly evilly.

"'Am not a stalker, Kelly texted me. And we both know you sat beside him, you want him.' Oh, you do huh?" he asked, smirking at her and waving her phone inside his desk. "Well, if you get to screw with Donny… 'Totally. I mean, he is, like, so hot and he's athletic and smart. Who wouldn't want him?' Sent. Now give me my phone," he said, crossing his arms, although the smile on his face showed he was having fun.

"Yo, that is totally cheating. I poked fun at Liva, not you. Give me my phone first," Lollie scowled, reaching out when her phone vibrated again.

"Is something wrong back there?" their teacher, Mr. Redridge, asked, adjusting his glasses. "You two are having a fairly heated conversation."

"No, everything is fine. He just took my pencil case," she lied coolly, grabbing it from her inside desk, although she made it look like it came out of Jimmie's desk. She visibly relaxed when Mr. Redridge turned back to the blackboard. Now she really glared at him. "Trying to get my phone taken away now? I need that thing, it's my ride home, since I'm too poor to own a car, and too cool to ride the bus," she asked, gesturing animatedly.

"Fine," he replied, although he flipped the phone up to check the message and grinned. "Seems she actually believes that you want me."

"That's because she's a creep. Now gimme that," she hissed, snatching it out of his hand and tossing him his phone back. As he tried not to drop it, she read the text to herself. 'LOL I totally figured, the whole reason you took offense was you wanted in his pants.' "Oh lordy, what an idiot. Where does she get these expressions from…" she trailed off, remembering she says that saying all the time. "Oh well, still. Totally not applicable in that situation," she muttered, texting back angrily. 'Nice job moron. Now he thinks I actually like him. Best part was how you couldn't tell it wasn't me texting you.'

"Why do you talk so weird? And you actually text with proper grammar and stuff," he said, checking his phone in case she'd missed any messages. "People might think you actually read." He was joking; he liked to read, but didn't seem to find much time to do so.

"Hahaha," she laughed dryly. "I happen to love to read, so…whatever. Why am I talking to you again?"

"Because I'm adorable and smell good," he said, rolling up his sleeve and waving his wrist in front of her nose, causing her to automatically cover her nose with her hands.

"Oh lordy, that was you? I thought someone had used the gas or spilled a chemical. Dear God, go shower already before I die. We have to sit here for a whole period?" she asked, pulling her plain light blue tank up to her nose.

"Oh…it really smells that bad? I thought when people said stuff…they were just joking," Jimmie said slowly, rolling his sleeve back down.

Lollie sighed, reaching over and patting his head gently. "It's alright, Rocketman. Just get some new cologne, and throw that old one into a hazardous waste receptacle. That way it can't creep out of the garbage bag and haunt your family," she explained, tipping her hips forward so she could slip her phone into her Capri pocket.

He laughed and shook his head to put his hair back into place. "I'll do that, promise. Well, maybe not the hazardous waste bin, but still. And you can call me Rocketman all the time, if you want," he offered, sticking his phone into his pocket again. "And it's only…half an hour until class is over."

"Good, and sure, whatever. And it's just Lollie, not Lollipop, got it?" she asked, getting out what she had dubbed her chemistry book, to start copying the list of things they would need for the rest of the class.

"Okay, and, the cologne kinda lives up to it's name."

"Oh? How so, Rocketman"?

"It's called 'Babe Magnet,' and it got you," he joked, causing himself to get punched in the arm.

A/N Clearly don't own unoriginal characters/brand names. And if you want to make a suggestion, review and I'll consider.