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Before the Cameras

A week later it was the 1st of September. As if school starting again isn't depressing enough they add in getting up at SIX AM! My brain doesn't function before noon on a good day. So I took the sensible approach of whacking my alarm into silence, only to get abruptly thrown out of my bed 5 minutes later by my mother and pushed into the bathroom. By half six I wash showered, dressed, caffeinated, pissed off at the date (why it couldn't magically stay the 31st of August I do not know) and grumbling quietly to myself in Finns car as he talked loudly to Robert.

'Why's Katy hung over?' Jamie asked, 5 seconds after I stumbled into homeroom, clutching my head and glaring at everyone in my line of sight.

'Because,' I muttered, as we slid into our seats (or in my case stumbled), 'I've been forced into action at such an ungodly hour.'

Normally I think myself lucky to have homeroom with all 4 of my best friends; Jamie, Niamh, Robert and Finn…now is not one of those times.

'ARE YOU AWAKE NOW KATY?' they yelled simultaneously into my ears.

'Ahhhhh!' I fell out of my seat in surprise.

'There, now you're awake.' Bob said, smiling innocently at me.

'Thanks.' Even I heard the sarcasm dripping from that statement, 'Wait, where's Niamh?'

'Last I saw she was with Suarez, by his locker.' Bob disclosed nonchalantly as he fiddled with Finns mp3.

I turned to smirk at Jamie, '5 bucks. Told you she'd be all over him before 1st period.'

Begrudgingly she handed over the money, 'Damn her lack of self control!'

'Hey don't blame Neevy, blame her rapid teenage hormones.'

'Whose hormones?' Niamh had finally arrived to catch the tail end of our conversation…with a very dreamy expression on her face. Without even looking I could feel the grin spread across Jamie's face. This will be fun.

'Jamie does Niamh seem different to you?' I smirked at Niamh who just looked confused.

'Why yes Kaitlyn I believe she does.' Jamie feigned wide eyed surprise. 'Do you think it's a new haircut?'

'Hm, no, no that's not it.' Putting my hand under my chin I squinted at my auburn haired friend.

Finn and Bob catching on decided to play along.

'There's a glow around her.' Finn added in mock seriousness.

'Really I'd call it an aura.' Bob put in, frowning.

'Yes, that's it,' I agreed, 'Smeev over here has the glow of young love.'

Finally catching on to what we were doing Niamh sat down and glared at us in turn, which of course we ignored in favor of merciless teasing and as we talked the timetables were handed around the room.

Jamie gasped, 'How'd you figure that Knox?'

'Elementary, my dear Henderson,' I leaned back in my chair placing a rolled up piece of paper I'd made look like a cigarette in my mouth (cause I'm weird like that), 'One could deduce such a notion by the shameless flirting Miss Daly partook in with a Mr. Alex Suarez before homeroom today…that and the drool still sitting round her mouth.'

With that we fell about laughing, 'You guys suck.' Niamh muttered as she handed each of us our timetables.

I merely smiled and looked down at the paper

7:00-Homeroom, Mr. Sullivan, Room 8

7:15- English, Mr. Barns, Room 2

8:15- Biology, Mrs. Cooper, Science room 4

9:15- Break

9:30- Spanish, Miss Tully, Room 12

10:30- Physical Education, Mrs. Carr, changing room 3

11:30- Lunch

12:10- Learning for Life and Work, Miss Sanders, Room 9

12:30- Art/Photography- Mr. Danes, Room 6

School ends at 1:30

Suddenly my page was snatched away from me and I turned to my right to see Jamie surrounded by each of our timetables.

'So we all have English and LLW together. We have P.E at the same time but, you know, they split it boys in one class, girls in another, so we don't really. Oh me, Finn and Katy are in the same Spanish class while Bobs in computers and Niamhs in Home Ec. Then we're all in different biology classes and while you're all taking government, Katy and I shall be creating works of art in…art.'

The surprising thing is she managed to say all that in one breath, though she was turning an interesting color of pink near the close.

'Riiight,' Finn said as the bell went, 'Let's get to English.' And with that he scooped up his bag and walked out.

The halls were much the same as any school after the summer. People were either hyper with school spirit, drearily walking along in a sleep induced haze (like me) or expressing their seeing their friends far too loudly…and somehow these people were always right beside my ear.

'It their voices get any shriller they'll be reaching notes only dogs can hear.' I murmured to Jamie as we walked past a group of overly excited cheerleaders (how cliché).

After giving a lady like snort she turned into the door for our first class. Each desk had a piece of paper with a name on it.

'Great, assigned seating.' Finn sighed, as we went to our various seats around the room.

I got lucky with a place at the back and soon the whole room was filled bar 5 seats. Including one to my left and one at the front of the room to Jamie's right.

'Well,' Mr. Barns said, squinting round the room (he's basically blind yet refuses to wear his classes the majority of the time.), 'Looks like we're all here…'

Just as he finished the door swung open and in sauntered, who else, Gabe Saporta, accompanied by his bff, Pete Wentz and Ryland, Patrick and William. Oh look Jamie just started fixing her hair. The boys muttered some sort of an apology to the teacher before attempting to find their seats. Will apparently is situated in the vacant seat next to Jamie. Now I'm suspicious as to whether she bribed the teacher. Smiling at my own joke I looked around again. All the seats were filled…except for the one beside me. Turning towards the front a horrible realization occurred to me; Saporta was the only one still standing.

YAY!' *happy dance*.

I quickly gagged the irritating teenage girl inside me. Hormones suck. All that matters to them is a pretty face. Well you can get over it, I refuse to go near him so ha...dear lord I'm developing a split personality. Well I always knew I would crack one day, it's just another reason to hate Saporta. He pushed me over the edge.

In the time it took me to have my mental breakdown, Gabe had walked down the aisle and taken his seat. I spent the next 15 minutes ignoring him smirking as he looked at me, the 40 minutes after that pretending he wasn't giving me a look that clearly said he was trying to figure me out (waste of time there mate) and then just as I thought I was getting out scoot free, Mr. Barns has to try and be cool.

'Since it's the first day back why don't you take the last 5 minutes to catch up?' And then he had the nerve to smile like he'd done me a favor!

'What did Barns do to warrant one of your death glares bonito, I thought those were reserved for me?' The amused voice of Gabe whispered, dangerously close to my ear. Turning my head I realized why. To get any closer to me we'd have to be joined together at the forehead.

Pulling back I smiled sarcastically at him (and my heart was only beating that fast because he startled me earlier…no other reason), 'my glares are of an equal opportunity kind…and what does that mean!?' I added on at the end.

He just blinked at me a few times before he burst laughing, 'Figure it out miel.' He flashed me his trademark drool worthy smile, just as the bell went. Before I had time to shout at him for being cryptic he'd gathered up his books and met his friends at the door.

'This year's already turning out great isn't?' Jamie sighed out happily, when I met the others at the door, watching the retreating form of William Beckett.

I followed her gaze; Beckett had one hand on Gabe's shoulder listening intently as he told him some story. most likely about his latest 'target'. Suddenly he turned around and looked straight at me, and then Gabe, then back to me and a small amused smile grew on his face. Oh no.

'Great isn't exactly the word I'd use…' I trailed of as I walked with the others towards my Biology class. I hope that smile doesn't mean what I think it means.

A/N: Well there's chapter 2...so good? okay? bad? terrible?