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Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Here is Chapter 2…

Gaston and Billie collapsed by the bleachers on the deserted football field, out of breath from running uphill. They fell into quiet conversation. Gaston carded his fingers through the grass. "So, you're from Hungary?" Billie stretched her legs out in front of her.

"Yeah, my father's work sent him to the States. He's from America though. It wasn't that big of a switch for him, but my mother and I… well, Budapest was our home. My whole family was there. All of my friends," she picked at the hem of her shirt, "It hasn't been an easy three weeks." Gaston examined his shoes.

"I was wondering how you learned to speak English so well. Your father spoke it around you?" Billie nodded.

"My mother knew English also. Daddy spoke Hungarian and German too, but not so well. Is my accent too strong? I mean, is it hard for you to understand me?" Gaston shook his head.

"No, you speak perfectly. I like the accent." She blushed.

"Thank you."

Suddenly, a flash of blond caught Gaston's eye. It was Cornelius… and Franny! They were about 50 yards away. Holding hands. Gaston stumbled to his feet.

"Hey, Robinson!" he cried. Cornelius and Franny looked over. Cornelius dropped her hand immediately.

"H-hey Gaston!" he called. He and Franny jogged over to where Billie and Gaston sat.

"What's the big idea, dragging my little sister away from her studies?" Gaston said. Franny rolled her eyes.

"He didn't drag me anywhere, Gaston! It was actually my idea." She peered over Gaston's shoulder to see Billie. "Who's your friend?" she asked slyly. Gaston blushed.

"Oh, Franny, this is Billie Collisky from my world history class. Billie, this is my little sister, Franny." Franny cleared her throat and motioned towards Cornelius.

"And her squeeze, Corny Robinson," he grumbled. Cornelius flushed red.

"My name is Cornelius!" he snapped at Gaston, "Cornelius or Lewis, pick one; but not Corny!" Gaston chuckled.

"Whatever, Corny." Franny cut in before Cornelius could retort.

"Anyway, what are you guys doing out here?" she asked.

"There was anarchy in third period," Gaston replied coolly, "We decided to escape all the drama." Billie stood and brushed her skirt off.

"Some jerk decided to make my first day a memorable one," she said. Franny looked at Gaston questioningly.

"Jeremy Brigham," he replied. Cornelius shuddered. Gaston raised an eyebrow.

"I take it you two have met?" Cornelius nodded.

"You could say that…" he muttered. Franny patted his arm sympathetically. Gaston narrowed his eyes.

"So why were you two out here again?" he asked. Franny and Cornelius blushed furiously. Suddenly, the bell rang for lunch. Cornelius' eyes lit up.

"Lunchtime! C'mon Franny, you know how much I love cafeteria food!" He snatched her hand and practically dragged her down the hill and back to the school.

The lunchroom was loud and packed. Gaston and Billie had chosen a table near the wall. Gaston could see Franny, Cornelius, scary Lizzie, and a few of Cornelius' science buddies two tables away. Billie pushed her mashed potatoes around with a plastic fork.

"So, I guess I'll ask the typical ice-breaker question: what kind of music do you listen to?" she asked. Gaston laughed.

"Music's not really my thing, that's Franny's deal. She's a composer." Billie perked up.

"Really? Like a real composer? What does she write, classical?" Gaston swallowed a mouthful of peas.

"Jazz. But she has written some classical violin pieces. She's also really into biology and genetics." Billie raised her eyebrows.

"Wow, I would have never guessed. Is she your only sibling?" Gaston shook his head.

"No, I have an older brother named Art. He's a senior. He's a jock, football and wrestling." He looked up at her.

"Do you have any brothers or sisters?" Billie took a sip of water.

"No, it's just me and my parents." Gaston sighed.

"You're lucky," he said.

"Not really," Billie said, " I've always wanted a sister." Gaston laughed.

"You can have mine!" Billie giggled.

"Her boyfriend seems sweet." Gaston shrugged.

"He's a good guy. Smart too, like child prodigy smart. He's an inventor. Mom and Dad were ecstatic when she brought him home," Gaston took a swig of his apple juice, "He graduates this year with Art. And he's only 15." Billie choked on her broccoli. "You're lying!" she gasped. Gaston shook his head.

"I wish I was. He makes us all feel so dumb." Billie laughed.

"So what about you? You haven't said anything about yourself yet." Gaston grinned.

"There's not much to say…" he murmured. Billie rolled her eyes.

"Just give me the basic stuff," she said.

"Okay. I'm a junior, and I enjoy math, science, art history, and explosives." Billie looked up at the last subject.

"What?" she asked, eyes wide. Gaston laughed.

"Explosives. Bombs. I like building bombs." He felt the tension coming off of her in waves.

"I'm not going to blow up my neighbor's mailbox or anything like that! I just find them interesting. I want to work in that field after I finish school; like on the bomb squad or something like that." Billie raised an eyebrow.

"You want to pursue a career where you could get blown up at any minute?" He nodded excitedly. She laughed.

"You are crazy!" Gaston grinned.

"What about you? What do you want to do after college?" Billie smiled.

"I want to go into engineering. I love cars, trains, planes, anything that moves really. I want to design and create new modes of transportation," she said, taking a bite out of her apple. Gaston was just about to comment when the bell rang for fourth period.

"Well, I guess I'll see you tomorrow…" he said. She grinned and picked up her backpack, dumping her Styrofoam tray in the trashcan.

"See you, Gaston. And thanks." He gave her a confused look.

"For what?" he asked.

"For being my friend." She waved and set off down the hall. Gaston looked after her. She's fantastic… he thought. Suddenly, realization hit. Am I falling for her?