I hate fights.

Jade POV

I quickly changed into the gym shirt and walked back to History. The class was passing around a ball and shouting names. WTF?

I pulled Tori out of the circle. "What is going on here?"

"You catch the ball, then say someone's name before you pass it to them, and so on." Tori turned toward the circle. "This is Jade!" she exclaimed.

A goth girl quickly tossed the ball at me and said, "Jade."

I looked around for someone to throw the ball at, and then realized I only knew Tori and Natalie. "Umm…" I trailed off. "Natalie!" I yelled quickly, and threw the ball away like it was on fire.

It hit her in the face and she screamed, "ow!"

I gave her a look. "It's a foam ball."

She shrugged. "I know, I just always say ow whenever something hits me, just my automatic reaction."

"It's a stupid reaction," the goth girl said.

I held up my hand and she high-fived it. "I know, right?" I said.

"I believe this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. I'm Ryanna, but call me Ryan. And nice eye by the way."

"You know it."

"OK class," Mr. Pumoso said, "sit back down in your seats, I believe that's enough of the name game." I also heard him grumble something about how high school students and how he shouldn't have to be playing the name game in the first place.

Everyone sat down and I stood there awkwardly, not knowing where to go. Almost everyone in the glass was staring at the bag of ice on my face, and I would have blushed in embarrassment if my face wasn't freezing solid.

"Why aren't you sitting?" Mr. Pumoso asked harshly.

"Why aren't you dead?"

"Sit down," he said, his face turning red with anger.

"I don't know where I sit!" He shoved a clip board at me and I saw there was a seating chart on it. I was next to Ryan. "Score!" I yelled, and walked over there, immediately starting to talk to her. "So, do you have an extra shirt in your locker?"

"Sure," she said, looking at the white gym shirt I was wearing. "That doesn't seem to fit you right in aura and everything."

I pulled out my Heroin Killed the Radio Star shirt. "I was wearing this."

"Yeah, I have a shirt like that with a less 'offensive' saying on it. That dress code stuff is a bunch of B.S."

"Ms. West," Mr. Pumoso snapped, "move over there." He pointed to a desk behind to Tori.

"Whatever you say Mr. Frothy." I smirked and sat down, immediately whispering in Tori's ear, just to piss him off.

"Ms. West!" he yelled.

"Yes Mr. Baldy!" I said, referencing his shiny head.

"Go and sit in the hallway!"

I shrugged. "Cool." I walked out and started texting Beck.

André POV

"OMG I love them!" Cat said to Vanessa, or Nessy as she called her.

"The Wagafuffles are a great group, you know their song vegetable salad?"

"Who doesn't?" Cat asked excitedly.

I cut in, "um, I don't."

"Ask Desiree." Cat waved her hand in my face.

"Ooh!" Vanessa yelled.

"What Nessy?" Cat asked.

"My favorite song by them is crushed potatoes."

"Crushed potatoes crushed potatoes," Cat sang.

Vanessa joined in, "crushed potatoes crushed potatoes."

"Crushed potatoes crushed potatoes."

"Potatoes," Vanessa echoed.

"Potatoes," Cat added.

Then they both sang, "potatoes, potatoes, potatoes."

I sighed in relief when the bell finally rang. "Come on Little Red, time for theatre."

"Yay!" Cat jumped up, and pulled me out the door. I hadn't even realized she had that much strength. "Why do we have an unknown teacher, what's up with that? I mean, seriously. I can't wait to see who it is. Do you think he'll be fun? Oops, what if it's a lady… What do you think?"

I opened my mouth to reply but was cut off by a giggle from Cat. Landon was poking her in the sides, and I resisted the urge to sock him in the mouth. "Boo!" he said.

Cat smiled. "Hi Landon. Thanks for being nice to me in Mr. Watson's class."

He flashed his overly white teeth and put his arm over Cat's shoulders. "No prob. Just hang out with me and I'll make your time here as nice as possible." He winked. "So I hear you have theatre next. So do I. We have a new teacher just for that class. He used to teach at your school. Psycokicks or something like that. Your school paid for him to teach theatre one period per school where there were at least ten Hollywood Arts students, and they would all be grouped into one period so they could have a little reminder of HA. Make you more at home or something."

Cat jumped and clapped. "Sikowitz!"

Landon snapped his fingers. "That's the name."

"YES!" Cat yelled; her voice suddenly very deep.

We walked into the auditorium and sat down in some theatre seats. Cat and Landon talked while I scowled, trying to think of a nice way to tell Cat that Landon just wanted to sleep with her, but unfortunately no epiphanies of wisdom suddenly hit me.

The bell rang and Sikowitz ran in, dressed the same as any other day, except he was wearing shoes.

"I'm Sikowitz for those of you who don't know me. Now I would like some volunteers, I know my Hollywood Arts students know this exercise, but I want some Yeager volunteers. I need some eager people from Yeager!" A lot of people raised their hands to volunteer, and Sikowitz picked Cat, Landon, a kid named Mike who looked kind of familiar but I couldn't place from where, Desiree, and a kid named Nate. "Okay, we are going to do alphabet improv, someone give me a letter!"

I raised my hand and Sikowitz pointed at me. "I!" I yelled.

"I love the moonlight, isn't it so beautiful?" Cat asked, stepping forward.

"Just throwing it out there, but the moonlight's beauty pales in comparison to yours," Landon said. I bet he was trying to be suave, but he sounded like a desperate idiot.

"KISS! KISS! KISS!" Desiree chanted.

"Maybe," Cat said, and blushed, looking at the ground.

"Nuh-uh," the kid, Mike said.

Nate stepped up. "Oh no, you really shouldn't."

"Praying for mercy is what you'll be doing if you get in my way," Landon threatened.

"Interesting," Sikowitz said, sipping a coconut.

"Quit it," Cat said, and gently pushed Landon away from Nate and Mike. I saw loathing pass through his eyes before he swallowed and brought back his easy-going physique.

"Really, why are we still talking about relationships? We should be talking about the stars!" Desiree stated.

"Yeah!" Cat exclaimed.

"Errr!" Sikowitz yelled. "Cat, your word had to start with an 'S'."

"Salami!"

"It's too late Cat."

"My life's the worst!"

"Here's some candy," Sikowitz said.

"Yay, I love candy!" Cat yelled, and took it out of Sikowitz's hand, then coming to sit back down beside me.

"Back to the scene!" Sikowitz hollered.

"So, life…" Desiree trailed off.

"Totally like a rollercoaster," Mike said in a gay voice.

"Ups, downs, and random loops," Nate tacked on.

"Very stupid," Landon said.

Mike had a flash of anger in his eyes. "What is your problem?"

"X-rays are what you're going to need when I'm done with you."

"Yeah, not really. I put up with that crap at my old schools, and I'm done with it. I will fight you!"

I'm not sure who threw the first punch, but before anyone knew it Mike and Landon were wrestling on the ground, Nate was trying to pull them apart (at least until Landon punched him in the stomach, then Nate joined team Mike) and Desiree had hopped off the stage and scurried back to her seat.

Mike got Landon in a headlock. "You treat girls like crap!" he yelled.

Landon reversed it. "Shut up!" He smirked for a minute, until Nate (with blood pouring out of one ear to be exact) jumped up and punched him square in the nose. Everyone grimaced at the sickening crack we heard.

Cat leaned over me. "What is going on?" She sounded near tears.

"Shh," I whispered, and hugged her tight.

"André, why are they hurting Landon?"

"Trust me, you do not want to know."

"Okay then… which came first, Hawaii or Alaska?"

I was surprised at the sudden subject change, but slowly answered, "I'm pretty sure Alaska came first."

"Oh, cool. What's wrong with Sikowitz?"

Sikowitz had started running around like a chicken with its head cut off, and was yelling something unintelligible. Probably about security. No need though, Nate's punch had knocked Landon out. I smirked.

That is, until Cat volunteered herself and me to carry him to the nurses office.

I groaned. "Do I have to?"

"André," she said firmly, but it was ruined when she giggled afterward.

I rolled my eyes and picked up his feet while Cat got his head, looking grossed out by the gore. We took Landon to the nurse's office and Sikowitz followed, Mike in one hand Nate in the other, bringing them to the office.

Cat and I passed through the secretarial area and dumped Landon on the bed. As we walked through again, I stopped where Mike and Nate were waiting to go into the principal's office, and stopped next to them while Cat went back to the auditorium.

"Hey. You don't know me, but thanks. Cat's my friend, and he wanted to take advantage of her. I didn't know how to break it to her."

Mike sighed. "It's cool man, he did the same thing to my sister. Except I didn't get in the way fast enough. After he was done with her he threw her away like garbage. She almost committed suicide. He doesn't care what he does, who he hurts, as long as he gets what he wants. I've been waiting to do that for a long time."

So I'm busy (first year of high school and all) and barely have any time to write, so only expect updates on the weekends, even though I will try to update over the week too, I can't promise it.

R&R?