The first bell rang and everyone rushed to their classrooms. I looked at my schedule and saw I had English first. Entering the classroom and taking a seat, I looked around to see who was with me.

First I saw Liberty. She was organizing the pencil shavings on her desk. Um, can you say OCD? Not that it's a bad thing. I mean, the show Monk is hilarious.

Then I saw JT. He caught my gaze and smiled at me. I nodded in his direction and scanned some more.

I saw Darcy and Chante laughing about some party they went to over the summer. Then my eyes ventured over to the front of the room. About two seats ahead of me and one seat diagonal sat Peter Stone. He glanced back at me and then did a double take. He smiled and was about to get up to walk over to me but I shook my head. I can't deal with him. Not after what happened between us.

I then looked to the desk in the back corner and my eyes rested on the one and only Jay Hogart. Oh, this was going to be a fun year.

I had forgotten that he would be back. I wouldn't have thought much of him sitting there, well, yes I would, but I wouldn't have thought that much of it if something strange hadn't caught my eye. He was staring very intently at something. It took me a few moments but I realized he was staring at me!

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After first bell I made my way to my first class: English. When I walked in and took a seat in the back corner I looked around the room. Yeah, yeah, whatever. It was the same people I made fun of for being two years younger than me.

That's right, two years. I was held back in kindergarten for getting into a fight and being suspended for so long I couldn't make up the work. Like there was actual work to make up! I guess I just didn't have enough time to color in the twenty pictures of Barney. I only got nineteen done.

Kindergarten was a major rip off. I always got the smallest cookie and when I told the teacher, she didn't care.

I hated kindergarten.

So back to my second shot at senior year. I was looking at all of the people trying to think how I could torture them with this one more year that the school had granted me, when I saw a face that seemed oddly familiar to me but I just couldn't place it.

After a few minutes I realized it was Emma 'Greenpeace' Nelson and she was looking right at me. I couldn't believe that I didn't recognize her. She grew up a lot over the summer. She really got a nice shape to her body and her hair! Don't even get me started on her hair. It was like a shining ocean.

Oh no. I'm getting sappy and using cliché words like 'shining ocean' and all that junk. You see, this is what school does to me.

But Em-I mean Greenpeace-was more than hot. She was…beautiful…in a hot sort of way.

When I realized she realized that I was looking at her I smirked and looked away. Just in time too, because Heather Sin Clair passed by and I couldn't help but notice the nose job she got to fix her nose job. I stifled a laugh as she passed by, shooting daggers at me with her eyes. Eh, too bad. She wasn't very pretty anyway.

Then Ms. Kwan walked in to start the lesson.

"Hello, class. We will be starting off the school year with a project that you could consider a 'getting to know you', 'breaking the ice' type of thing. Everyone will get a piece of paper with their partners name on it and the instructions for the project. You will have all of class today and tomorrow to work on your project but after that it must all be done at home. It's due at the end of next week. Now pair up."

I looked at my paper and saw the name: 'Manuela Santos'.

I looked around the classroom. She wasn't there.

"Ms. Kwan." She looked up at me, "Slight problem. You see, my partner isn't here."

"Who is your partner, Mr. Hogart?"

"Manuela Santos." I said her name with a slight accent but not too much that it sounded mean, although that's kinda what I was going for. I snuck a glance at Greenpeace to see she was looking at me with a disgusted look.

Hey, what did I ever do to her?

Okay, stupid question.

So what? I gave her an STD. It's gone isn't it? No harm, no fowl. And besides, she had fun.

"Okay, well, I guess we will have to pair you up with someone else. Does anyone else not have a partner?" Ms. Kwan looked around the room. I looked, too. Who would be the lucky person that got to work with me?

Then I noticed Greenpeace slowly raising her hand.

"Yes Miss Nelson?" Ms. Kwan asked.

"Um, my partner isn't exactly here either. He hasn't been for over a year, actually."

"Who would that be?" Ms. Kwan asked and I'm pretty sure she sounded annoyed.

"Sean Cameron." Greenpeace said.

"Ah, yes. He is gone, isn't he? Well, then, you can work with Mr. Hogart." Ms. Kwan pointed to me then looked back at her desk.

Greenpeace gave me a look and then got up and moved to sit down next to me.

"Let's just get this over with okay?" She asked, coolly.

"Don't bite, Killer." I shrugged back, smiling a bit.

She didn't catch the joke.

"Just look at the paper." She sighed. Oh, this project will be fun.

After class finished Greenpeace hurried out of the classroom so fast I didn't realize she was gone until I looked up. Then I looked around to make sure no one heard me talking to thin air. Can't ruin the rep.

I hurried out of the class and caught up with Greenpeace.

"So, any hot girls you can set me up with, partner?" I asked, saying the last word with a slight western accent.

"Actually, yeah. There's this new grade eleven. She's pretty and she's looking for someone to show her around, especially a boy. She mentioned that she wanted him to be nice, sweet, and very good looking but I guess you'll have to do." She said.

Ouch, that burned.

"Oh, so I'm not good looking?" I asked, leaning against her locker.

"Mm, no. Not really." She said shaking her head and pushing me out of the way.

"So when can I meet this girl?"

She looked down the hallway and then back at me, "Right now actually."

She grabbed the wrist of a girl that was walking by and turned her around.

"Jay, this is Alice. She's the girl I was telling you about." Greenpeace smiled at me.

The girl had braces, thick-rimmed glasses, and frizzy hair. She wasn't very pretty. Like I said, I always end up with the smallest cookie.