A/N READ: Okay...in case you peeps didn't know...last chapter the lovely Long lost sorrow wrote it and this chapte it is me, lyokolady! We also switch writing with our characters. Last chappie you got a taste of Genevieve. This chapter you get to meet the inner workings of Jamie. And the chapters will switch like that from now on. So read and review!

Chapter 2: Purple Boy

Waking up early first thing without knowing anyone but your sister isn't a good feeling. Genevieve was my best friend, but she was a year older than me and we are going to have separate classes. I might have to talk to people and let's just say I'm not very eloquent.

"Jamie, are you up?" a groggy Genevieve calls to me from her bed. I was already dressed. I wait for my sister until she's ready and then we head outside. Classes started at nine so we decided to wander around.

A girl gives us a weird look as she walks by. A boy passes and gives that same strange look. I was used to it by now. My sister, being a rebel, has blue hair. I hate and love that hair at the same time. It separates us since we look almost identical with the same ocean eyes and tan skin but it attracts attention too and working with people I didn't know isn't something I'm good at.

We walk into the cafeteria grab our trays and find a seat in the back of the large room.

"So what are your classes again, Jamie?" Genevieve asks.

"I don't know who any of the teachers are. I don't even know where to go," I reply truthfully, passing her my schedule.

"Ah…Mrs. Hertz…hm, I heard a bunch of kids mentioning her. Maybe I can find someone to help you," Genevieve suggests thoughtfully, looking at the paper.

"Um…can't we just find the classes after breakfast?" I ask.

"You need to get some friends," Genevieve counters.

I sigh. I just can't fight with her right now. Not when I need her most. I look out the window as my sister buries herself into another one of Poe's famous works. Those same groups were spread around again. Which one would I fit in?

"Hey there, are you guys new?" I look up, startled to see a boy with blonde hair and a…purple spot in it? What the heck? In fact he's dressed in all purple! What boy wears purple?

Genevieve looks up, does a quick survey of the boy and dips her head back to reading. I don't say anything. What if I say something stupid?

"Uh…are you deaf too?" the boy pressures.

Genevieve's eyebrow twitches.

"Well if you girls don't want to talk-"

"Look, Purple Boy," Genevieve turns fiercely towards him. "We don't have to talk to you if we don't want to! Can't you see that I am busy reading and that Jamie is busy looking out the window? Now please, leave! Let us go back to our exciting lives in peace!"

The boy stares at us for a moment before he shrugs and walks away. I wince and turn to her. "Must you be so cruel to the lowly?"

Genevieve lets out a chuckle. "You weren't talking, he wasn't leaving, I had to do something."

We look at each other and burst out laughing. It's times like these that I'm most grateful for my sister.

After eating we stand and begin to wander. We eventually find all of our classes and start towards the courtyard when the bell rings.

"See you, okay?" Genevieve asks.

I nod and give her a wave letting her know I would be fine. I was shy but I wasn't afraid. I start through the courtyard and am standing in the middle of it when I realize I forgot where to go. I look around and see no one. Help me please…

"Hey, are you lost?" I turn around to see Purple Boy. He looks surprised to see me at first and then a grin folds onto his face. He has a nice smile…

"Ah, Quiet Girl," he says. "So I'm going to assume you're lost since you probably won't talk to me right?"

I can't help but crack a smile. Boys and their evil ways…

"So where's your first class, Quiet Girl?" he asks.

"It's Mrs. Hertz," I say.

The purple boy laughs. "Ah, so she speaks!"

"Yes," I say. "Now do you know where her room is? We're going to be late."

The boy grins. "Late is the best way to come! Besides, you and I both have an excuse!"

I cock my head for a minute as he begins to walk away and then I run after him. "What's your excuse?"

"Escorting the new girl," he replies simply.

"Oh…" I'm not big on conversation with new people...er…people that I met who are new to me…or…nevermind.

"So what's your name anyways?" he asks, looking at me. He has blue eyes. Wow…they're so pretty. They really stand out against the purple and the rest of his hair…blonde. Wonder if it's natural?

"Hello?" Oops. I'm trying to get my first friend and I can't even pay attention to what he's saying.

"Uh…Jamie. My name's Jamie," I say. Oh no…I'm blushing. I can feel it. Stupid cheeks…stop!

"That's a nice name," the boy replies sheepishly. Guess he realized I was staring at him. Why did he pay attention? Why couldn't he be one of those guys who NEVER paid attention to girls?

I need conversation. I remember where the class is now. "You know, I remember where to go now…you don't have to walk me there."

"Why? You'd rather not walk with me?" the boy asks.

Oh no…not the direction I had meant to take. He sounds teasing but you never can tell. "Of course not! I like walking with you but…won't you get in trouble?"

"Nah…I have Mrs. Hertz's class too," the boy says with a lazy shrug.

"So what's your name anyway?" I ask.

"Odd," he replies. He looks expectantly at me for some reason.

"Hm…Odd. That's an "odd" name," I say. Odd laughs and nods, as if satisfied.

"What was that for?" I ask.

"What was what for?" Odd replies.

"Nodding?"

"Ah…you see anytime I have ever met someone they always crack a joke about my name," Odd says with a grin. "I was wondering what kind of joke you would make."

I blush again. Darn those cheeks. "I'm sorry if I offended you!"

Odd laughs. "Nah, I'm used to it! Oh, here's the room."

I do my best and manage to give him a real smile. Why can't I smile like real people? We walk into the room and Odd takes his seat next to THE most adorable boy I have ever seen! He has the hair, the cool boy pose and the expression…wonder when I'll ever get the nerve to talk to him.

Suddenly I realize I am the center of attention. Oh no…

"And it appears we have a new student, class," a woman with gray hair speaks from behind the desk. "What is your name?"

"Uh…I'm Jamie," I reply.

"Pardon?" The woman, whom I assume is Mrs. Hertz, asks again.

"She said her name was Jamie," Odd says much louder than I could ever go.

The teacher shoots Odd a look. "Thank you for that Mr. Della Robbia but next time, let's have Ms. Jamie speak for herself."

"Yes, ma'am," Odd replies with a salute. I stifle a giggle. I hate giggling. No way am I letting some boy get me started on it.

"Elizabeth raise your hand," Mrs. Hertz says.

I look to wear to the person to see the preppy girl that had been harassing the two younger girls yesterday. Oh boy…

"Jamie, take your seat with Elizabeth," Mrs. Hertz says.

Odd groans appreciatively. That makes me feel so much better…not.

I sit down next to her and she faces me quickly. "Okay, Jamie. Here are the rules. I am the leader of this school. My daddy is the principal so don't even think about messing with me, got it?"

I nod. Why did I nod? I am so pathetic…

"Next thing, you see that boy over there?" I look and want to pound my fists on the table. She was pointing to Mr. Beautiful. She turns back to me. "He's mine so paws off."

I glare at her but don't say anything. Where was Genevieve when I needed her? Sometimes I wish I were her! She could stand up for herself…

"And now for the final rule," Elizabeth says. She begins to pick at her nails. "Since you're new I'm going to make an offer you can't refuse. You can be my, right-hand girl in this group I have. I usually don't offer up positions to any random person so bear well what your answer will be."

"It's a surprise you don't offer up positions to any random person, Sissy!" We look over to see Mr. Beautiful speaking with Odd laughing next to him. "After all that club you say has…no members?"

Elizabeth clenches her fists. "Oh, hush Ulrich! I have plenty of positions filled! Just because you don't know who they are…"

"I'm sure I wouldn't spread it around if I joined your club," Odd says with a smirk. Mr. Beau-Ulrich breaks out into laughter.

Elizabeth glowers at them. "Shut up you scrawny little boy! As for you…" She turns to Ulrich. "I was wondering Ulrich dear…would you mind helping me study later on?"

"And try to prove the impossible?" Ulrich laughs. "That Sissy Delmas can actually learn something?"

"Yeah!" Odd jumps in. "Maybe if we can get her to read she'll actually take a hint about leaving you alone!"

Elizabeth sniffs and digs into her work. I let out a laugh that had wanted to come out before and she glares at me. I shrug. "So much for him being yours, eh?"

With a groan, the poor girl returns to her work. Ulrich and Odd are still snickering in their chairs and I can't help but let my smile spread a little. This was fun.

The rest of class was pretty much uneventful. In fact, the rest of my classes until lunch were pretty uneventful. I have my whole schedule with Ulrich and Odd…and some boy named Jeremie that odd mentioned and a girl who I recognized as the same one that had bumped into my sister yesterday.

I grab my lunch tray and look for Genevieve. I was excited to tell her that I might actually have a friend. I mean…Odd wasn't officially my friend…and neither was Ulrich but I could still let her know that I had talked to someone. And a boy nonetheless!

I find her sitting at the back in the same spot as this morning.

"Hey there!" I grin at her.

She looks up and raises a brow at me. "Cheery much?"

"Yeah…guess what?" I ask her.

She sighs and sets down her book, trying to look uninterested. I know her, though. She's interested. "What?"

"I actually talked to someone," I say.

Genevieve looks at me, surprised. "Wow…who?"

"A boy…" I say twiddling my fingers. Shouldn't have said that. Here it comes…

"Jamie…boys are rotten scum that mess up your brain. Couldn't you have talked to a girl?"

"I know but I was lost and he sort of helped me get to the class…and in class too," I say with a smile.

Genevieve sighs and was about to speak when I see Odd coming towards us with Aelita. Ulrich, Jeremie and that same tall Japanese girl that was with them this morning were all looking towards us from their table.

"Hi Genevieve," Aelita says.

I look to my sister, confused. Then I remember Aelita had bumped into her so they were bound to have shared names.

Genevieve nods at Aelita and studies the rest.

"Uh…sorry to interrupt you guys but we were wondering if Jamie could sit with us," Odd says with a smile.

I turn red. Stupid, stupid cheeks. I look at my sister who gives me a whatever look. I know she's fine with me going as long as there are girls around.

Suddenly I feel bad. I can't leave my sister alone. She's my best friend! Even though she's got the toughest backbone I've ever seen and would probably be okay, Ican't leave her!

"Um…Odd…" I begin. I suck with words.

Odd cocks his head at me and then grins. "That's okay. You can stay! Just come whenever you want!"

And with that he and his group troop off to their table. I wanted to go but I want to stay with my sister more. Besides, I'm the shy one…Genevieve was the one who was supposed to land friends before me!

"You could've gone," Genevieve says once they've gone.

"No…I really don't want to…" I say.

"Sure you do," Genevieve looks at me.

"No-"

"Go," Genevieve says, flicking her hands at me.

"Um…" I really didn't want to go now. I would feel stupid after the fact, sitting down once the others have already begun.

"Genevieve?" We both look up to see a guy my sister's age in black and red. A chain loop was at his hip and boots were on his feet. His black hair was messy and he kind of reminded me of that girl sitting with the others.

I look to my sister whose face turns a shade darker but not noticeable to anyone who doesn't know her. I wish I blushed as discreetly as her.

"Yes?" Genevieve asks. Her voice is strong and steady but I know she's feeling a bit uneasy.

"I was wondering if we can study together later. I was going to study with a friend but she's busy. And I know you're new…so…" the boy trails of and I raise both of my brows (not possessing that evil talent of raising one) at my sister.

"Uh…maybe," was her epic reply.

The boy nods and then notices me. "Uh…hi. You must be Jamie. Genevieve mentioned you." He extends a hand. "I'm William. Pleasure."

I shake his hand and he walks off. "Genevieve…?"

She groans and buries herself in her book. "Don't say a word."

I smile. "So guys are rotten scum that mess up your brain, eh?"

Genevieve snorts from behind her book. "Yes, they are."