First, and foremost, thank you everyone who has left reviews. They mean a lot to me.

Secondly, sorry, I'm late for my weekly updates. So, for now, how does posting every Saturday sound? I'm not exactly as to what time I'll be posting, because of my crazy work schedules, but for now, it'll be our plan, excluding this Saturday, because, of this being a Thursday post.

Again, as always, if there is anything you see wrong with your character(s) please, don't be afraid to PM me about, and I'm sure we can fix it.

Okay, enough blabbing, and lets get to Introductions Part 2.

Chapter 2

Rowan's POV

As I head to the courtyard, I overhear Emily Chanson blab something about how Nick Crowowski, this seasons All Star QB would date her, or she would date him, or something like that. I couldn't hear it anymore.

"Emily dear, Nick won't sleep with you, anytime soon, he's basically the newest celebrity attending WM, and we'll throw in the fact that he's gay," I tell her loud enough, so her and her groupies would hear it.

"That's so not true. You're just jealous," Emily tries, as she looks at me, and then her groupies.

"Please, Nick is my neighbor, and trust me, I haven't seen anything great about him, or were you talking about the part where I mentioned he was gay?" I sarcastically reconsider what she was trying to get to.

"He's not gay," Emily tried again. At this point, I wasn't sure I would be able to get her to see it or not, but it was worth a shot.

"Fine, have it your way, but he's dating Khalon Snow," I tell her, as I begin to walk away, so I could enjoy the last few minutes of my lunch, before I could try to do whatever was next on my agenda.

"Bitch!" I hear one of Emily's groupies shout at me before I fell out of sight.

I enter the courtyard, and scout out the empty tables, in hopes that I would find one. So far, nothing. Unless, you want to count the make-out tree, which, was surprisingly empty today. As I'm about to head there, I check one more time to see if anyone had left. Then I had spotted it.

The table with only one person. It was a boy, I figured that much out, so I head over to the table, and try to sit with him. As I get closer, I see what he looks like, and I remember I had spotted him a couple of times earlier today.

"What book you reading?" I ask, as I stand behind him, and see that he's reading something.

"I've been lucky enough to get the Literature class that puts Romeo and Juliet on top of they're list," he tells me, as he holds the book up to show me proof.

"Let me guess, you're Romeo," I guess, as I sit down beside him, and I saw that he didn't want me to, but he didn't say anything otherwise.

"Nope. I get to be Benvolio. Lucky me," he answers me sarcastically, and pretends to get back into reading the play.

"If it helps, by the looks of you, it would have been cliché, besides, you're not Chad Micheal Murray," I tell him honestly, as I finally look into those sky blue eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he asks me coldly, and I wondered if I should tell may actually be the first time, someone or something had me stuck on what I had meant to say. Then the words finally formed in my head.

"Well, the cute blond hair boys always gets Romeo, and we know how that ends up," I hear the words come out on their own, though, that was no where near what I had meant to say.

"I was referring to the Chad Micheal Murray part, but close enough, now if you excuse me, I have to get to class," he tells me as he gets up from where he was sitting, and places his messenger bag over his shoulder, and heads towards the school.

One way or another. I was going to find out his name.

Sam Jensen's POV

This year, I made it a goal to get my brother, and myself out of that house. Hell, we'd live in a hotel if we had to. People do that nowadays.

As I walk by the Team Spirit wall, I quickly scan through the fliers, not that it would matter, because, I had other commitments to tend to, and that was required. Looking at the board wasn't. Then I saw something that had featured a hand drawn flier for a Glee Club. It seemed interesting, but I wasn't definite about joining. If I did, I would have to figure out how to manage taking care of my little brother as well.

"Were you interested in joining?" I hear someone ask quickly.

"I don't know. Maybe, I guess," I answer him, as I shrug my shoulders slightly, and adjust my pack pack, showing I wanted to head for class.

"Well, if you ever decide, it's always open," he tells me, before I head off to class.

Okay, I admit, I was the one guy who didn't partake in any sports club, or really partake any action in class. I was just mostly quiet.

I enter my classroom, where I see what was the agenda for the day, and honestly, I had expected it at some point. It wasn't like I could really avoid it. Finally, I take the seat, yet again, at the back of the room, and realize that my lab partner would be this kid who I didn't know. I had memorized everybody, as I always do.

"Alright, so, this semester, we'll be having lab partners, inside and outside the classroom. Now, the person of your left, is your partner," Mrs. Williams announces, as she writes our name on the whiteboard.

"Alright, lets just get our introductions done. I'm Eli," the boy beside me tells me. Now it had dawned on me where I had seen this person before. He was in the hallway this morning, as I was headed to World History.

"I'm Sam," I briefly tell him, as he begins scribbling notes down.

"Like my cousin," he tells me, and then I wondered if Sam Evans was his cousin, because, I believe was the only other Sam in this school. I couldn't recall anyone else.

"Yeah, I guess," I answer him, as I was getting to the point that I had wanted to remain quiet again, and think.

"Well then, lets get to work," he tells me, as he starts to collect what we would need for this assignment.

"The sooner the better. I will you, I work better when I'm quiet. It helps me think," I tell him, as I look him in the face quickly.

"Sure, whatever works for you," he tells me, as he gets his pen and paper ready to observe what we would be needing results for.

Caprice's POV

I was already swamped with homework already, and I wasn't querulous. I would much rather do homework anyways. I mean, I didn't do anything after school, and I didn't really pay attention boys. My two aunts have even tried to get me to do something after school, or even hang with boys (Caprice, why don't you go to the boys soccer game, it might be fun. Caprice, there's a study group at the public library today after school.) You get the idea.

I focus back into the hallway, as I was headed to my locker, so I could get my books for my next class, and twenty feet away, I unexpectedly drop my books, and everything.

I wasn't embarrassed, but when you drop all of your books in a hallway full of students, it seems like the end of the world. They all stare at you, as though, you had dropped the books on purpose, and wonder if they should laugh at you or not.

"Here let me help you," I hear a boys voice announce, as he comes up to me, and bends over to help me. Then I notice his eyes. His brown eyes. I also noticed he didn't have an American accent, so I wondered if he was a host student.

"Thanks," I tell him, as though, the moment was awkward.

"Not a problem. I noticed the Spanish Honors books, so I assume you must be taking Honors classes," he tells me, as he finished handing me the books, and I noticed he still held two more books in his hands.

"Yes, all Honor classes this semester," I tell him honestly, and wondered why I was talking to him so much, since I didn't normally communicate with boys, and homework was my top priority.

"That's cool. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm intruding in on your classes," he tells me, as it seemed he was ready to leave for his next class. I at least wanted to know his name, in case, he wanted to study sometime.

"I'm Caprice," I finally tell him, though, I had no idea why. I wasn't planning on making him my boyfriend or anything.

"Nice to meet you, Caprice. I'm Daley," he tells me, and smiles, and as though, the bell knew the perfect moment, it had gone off, announcing to the school world that it was time to get to class, and pay attention as to what our teacher had to say.

Just as I was headed for my next class, which, was the only class I had that wasn't Honors, I turned and ran right into the only person in my gym class, I didn't want to run into. Charlie Davies.

"Watch it, Pilgrim," she states, as I run into her and she pushes me out of the way.

"My name isn't Pilgrim!" I detest to her, though, I knew it wouldn't do any good. She'd still call me that anyways, and then I noticed that she had her Santa Cruz – Murder Capital of the World black t-shirt on, and wondered how on earth she got away with wearing that to school. She was also wearing her Cheerios skirt, so I knew something was up.

"Yeah, whatever," she tells me, as we enter the girls locker room together, in which, I was sure she was planning a way for my death, as we walked in. As I just dropped off my backpack, and headed back to the gymnasium, I heard someone singing the words to Carry onward my Way Son, and just rather smiled, because, damn he was good.

"Kyemohr, seriously, this isn't May yet," I heard one of the boys announce, as they walked past the boy, and as well headed to the gymnasium. Then it dawned on me, as to what we would be doing today, and I had hoped that I wouldn't be on Charlie's team.

"I though it was good," I told him, though, I didn't bother telling him I didn't get the May part, in which, the other boy had told him it wasn't.

"Thanks," he tells me, as I head to the gymnasium to get ready for volleyball today.

Then I had realized, I had talked to two boys in one day, even though, technically, I didn't talk to the boy who was singing, and briefly talked to Daley for a moment, as he helped me gather my books I had dropped on the floor, and I hoped that this class was going to be over soon, because, I didn't want to spend all this time with Charlie.

A little while later class was finally over, and I couldn't be happier. One more class to go, and I would be home doing my homework, forgetting that I talked to the two boys. Or would I? After all I had talked to them at school, so technically, that wouldn't matter.

Another set of Introductions done, and more people are starting to be introduced with Eli. So i should have one more set of introductions, and then auditions, which I will believe will also be set into two sets, Eli's and Sam's.
Until next time Loves. Also reviews would be lovely.