A/N: Well, I'm going to have to say that I'm am shocking beyond belief! I turned on my computer to see that my story has been alerted and added to people's favorites! I even got a review! Thank you to everyone that's reading this, and if my horrible writing makes your eyes bleed, then just tell me and I'll send you some band-aids. And just to let everyone know, the unidentifiable people in this fic are based off of people in my real life; all of them are exactly as they appear, so don't be scared. I'm the one who has to live my life alongside them, not you. Enjoy!
Miss Slake is one of the most frustrating and annoying teachers I've have ever had, well, except for Mrs. Durham who let this other kid get away with holding a scalpel up to one of my friend's necks back in eighth grade. She teaches all of the practical arts classes: Foods, Apparel, Child Development, Career & Family Leaderships, and Housing Environments. Everyone, I mean, everyone, could not stand her because of her fake niceness, old-fashioned ways, and her need to have favorites. Unfortunately, I was one of her favorites and talked to me like we were old friends, but, on the bright side, I usually got away with anything, even throwing something in the trash can (throwing things gets you a fifteen minute detention).
Anyway, when I walked into her class this morning, I was dreading having to go over body types. Body types! In Apparel! My heart immediately sped up the moment I looked into the red-head's eyes.
"Hello?" He asked again.
I blinked, "Oh, I'm sorry, I must have spaced out; are you new here?"
"Yes, my name is Fred, uh, Wilson. Fred Wilson." My eyes widened from the similarities between him and the amazing Fred Weasley, although he didn't have an English accent; he had a regular Missourian accent just like the rest of us in Maplewood.
"I'm Kristin Lacey." Unlike most of the students in this school, I showed some respect and stuck out my hand. Smiling, he took it, but not before Heather Kindels, a drop-dead gorgeous popular girl in my grade who could not be more nasty if she bathed in my niece's dirty diapers, got a glance at him.
"So…" she ran between us and tore our hands apart. "Who're you?" She held her hand against his cheek and said, "I'm—"
"Miss Kindels, please get your hands off of our new student. I believe you are scaring him and since you aren't in your seat, you're technically late." Heather just stood there gaping at Miss Slake. "Well don't just stand there, you need to go to Mr. Smith's office. Now." As she grumbled and stalked out of the room to the Assistant Principal's office, Miss Slake indicated for all of us to stand up. "I want all of you to introduce yourselves to Mr. Wilson, show him how happy the citizens of Maplewood are!" I rolled my eyes as the remainder of my class greeted Fred.
Growing bored, my eyes wandered towards the desk he was sitting in and the schedule he had for this year's semester. It was almost identical to mine! The only classes he didn't have with me were my advanced English and Math classes, but I was still mortified from the fact of how strange today has been so far.
"Alright!" Miss Slake yelled after we all sat down. "Today we're going to learn our body types…"
"Well, I don't think I've ever had a class even remotely close to this," Fred said as we were waiting for the bell to ring at the end of Apparel.
"You're telling me." He laughed and glanced at the schedule in his hands.
"Do you know where World History is? I got here late and didn't get a chance for anyone to show me around."
I raised my eyebrows, "Yes, I actually have that class next, I believe I have all of my classes with you today." He looked at me with surprise in his eyes. "I happened to look at your schedule earlier, so if you don't want to get lost, you might want to stick with me." The bell all of a sudden rang and I jumped. "Let's go!"
We practically ran out of the classroom and ended up going the short way to Ms. Lucas's room: down the senior hallway. I ended up seeing two of my friends, Zack and Victor, whom I either high-fived or bumped fists with. Every couple of steps, I looked behind me to make sure that Fred was still behind me, but he easily kept up with my quick pace. As we rounded the corner, I led him to one of the classrooms and all of my friends who were already there looked at us.
"Kristin! How are you?" Briana yelled from the back of the room.
"I'm doing just fine and dandy," I replied as I slid into my seat in front of her. As I motioned for Fred to come sit by me, I heard Amanda whisper from behind me.
"Kristin, who is that?" she asked.
"I'm Fred, a new student from New England." She blushed as he sat in the seat in front of Michelle. "Sorry, I have very acute hearing." I laughed and reached into my pencil bag for an Icebreaker.
"MINT!" I yelped as my pencil bag was ripped out of my hands from my very loud and aggressive new friend, Skyler.
"You know, all you have to do is ask for one, Skyler, you don't have to give her a heart attack!" I looked to see that Kaitlin had taken her seat in front of me. Her Irish temper was flaring.
"Ahh! It's the short Irish leprechaun!" he yelled as he threw me back my bag.
"I'm not a—"
"Hold it, you two," I said, interrupting their daily fight. "I want all of you to meet a new friend of mine." All of my friends, who took up half the class, turned to look at Fred, who was, for some reason, blushing. "Aww, you're blushing! Anyway, everyone this is Fred, Fred the girl wearing pajama pants is Michelle, the whisperer is Amanda, girl with the stuffed duck is Briana, this fast little track girl in front of me is Kaitlin, the mint freak on my left is Skyler, behind him you'll see Stephanie with a beautiful squirrel named Lola, and next to her is Ryan."
"Hey! Why didn't you describe me?" Ryan asked, leaning forward in his desk.
"Well…what do you want me to say? Ryan who used to do drugs?"
Our conversation was cut short because of Ms. Lucas asking us for our finished projects that we were supposed to during the weekend. After we all turned that stuff in, she called Fred over to her desk tell him about what we did last semester and who he should notes from this semester. The whole class took this as an opportunity to together and chat; more particularly, me and my friends. The eight of us all formed a little circle so that we all didn't have to keep turning and twisting to talk to each other.
"So, Kristin…what do you think about him?" Michelle asked, putting on her signature eyeliner.
"Wha-What do you mean?"
She grinned. "Come on, all of us, even Skyler saw the way you looked at him. You like him."
"I just met him! How can I have feelings for him?" I said, looking around our circle.
"Well," Briana said, looking over my head, "it seems as if he likes you, too. He can't keep his eyes off of you." I immediately blushed and turned to Kaitlin.
"Do you know who he reminds me of?" I asked her. We were both major Harry Potter fans and we talked and debated about the books daily.
"Yes." Her face was unusually pale and her eyes were wide. "Kristin, he looks just like the Weasley twins, and his name is Fred! How much of a coincidence can that be? I mean, I just met him, like you did, but I see some type of mischievous look in his eye, like he's imagining everyone with purple hair and green skin!"
"Kaitlin, in the words of Leroy Jethro Gibbs: I don't believe in coincidences."