Getting off the plane and onto the ship was a complete blur. It was just too much for me to handle so I simply blocked it out. I had a nice roommate named Kathryn. She wasn't a lot like me, which was good, but we were enough alike that we wouldn't constantly be butting heads. Also good.

I had also asked the manager if there was a dance studio and a dark room. I was in luck, there was. On the plane I had decided that I wasn't going to give up dance and photography for anything. Even Cassie. So I had those distractions.

And, because my parents decided to enroll me so late, school was already in session and had been for two weeks. That left me with a lot of make-up work that I had to do. Thankfully, this also added to my schedule. I would have no time to think about Cassie and no time to think about the diary. And that was fantastic.

Thinking about all these distractions (and not Cassie), I grabbed my book bag and headed to the sky deck to get started on my homework. I still wasn't very enthusiastic about it but… distraction. I tossed my bag on one of the tables by the juice bar and pulled out my French textbook. Since my grandmother was from France I had grown up hearing it on a weekly basis and it hardly came as a challenge anymore.

By the time I was almost done with the first lesson the guy working the juice bar spotted me through the horde of girls surrounding him. It must be fun to be that hot. I absentmindedly thought to myself as he made his way over to me.

"What can I get for the cutest girl on the boat?" He was attractive. Cocky, but still attractive. The kind of guy that you couldn't trust in a relationship but you wanted to anyway. But I didn't come here to meet cute guys.

"A tangerine smoothie? And my name's Mira," I said raking my hands through my hair. I had a really bad habit of doing that.

"A pretty name for a pretty girl. My name's Zack."

"Hey," I said in acknowledgment. "And just so you know, flattery won't get you anywhere yet."

"We'll see," he said, walking away to, presumably, make my smoothie. Yep, very arrogant, I though in confirmation to my earlier though. I couldn't stand people like that. They were good to look at but that was it.

You know the saying 'speak of the devil'? As soon as I had that thought a group of girls walked over to me. You could tell that they were the IT girls. The girls that thought they were supreme, and no one said otherwise.

The blonde in the middle stood right in front of me with her hands on her hips. I had to fight back a laugh. This was like something out of one of the bad chick flicks Cassie and I use to love making fun of. "What the hell do you think you're doing," she hissed glaring at me.

I looked up at her with a look of innocence to make an angel proud. "Sitting in a chair, is that not allowed?"

"Listen here bitch. I'll let you off with a warning since it's you first day, but Zack is my boyfriend and no new girl is going to change that. Understood?"

I could tell that she was thinking of ways to kill me but I was having so much fun. "Hmm, if I ask Zack is he going to say you two are dating?" Probably, but it's worth a shot.

"Of course not, he likes to play the field-"

"So you're not good enough for him?" At that point she lunged for me. Not that I blamed her, I would have done the same thing.

Zack must have been watching our little 'chat' from a save distance because as soon as she reached out to slap me he yanked her off of me. I couldn't quite make out what he said but she and her silent crew stalked away after that.

"Thanks," I said as he sat my smoothie on the table, "how much for that?"

"It's on me. Least I could do after the psycho ex meltdown."

"You sure?" So they weren't together. Not anymore at least. I was concerned about why that made me happy.

"Never turn down free drinks."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said taking a sip of my smoothie.

"So… you, me date tonight?" And here comes the cocky again. At least it was in the form of an almost question unlike all the times that David asked me out.

"I'm not really dating right now." For some reason I didn't think he could be so easily swayed but it never hurts to try.

"Well then how about a tour guide. No one knows the ship better than I do." Yeah, I was right.

"You're not going to give up are you?" I asked, a smirk playing at the edge of my mouth.

"Nope."

"Alright, but as friends only. And if you try anything you will be thrown overboard without a life preserver."

"I'll keep that in mind. Pick you up at nine-thirty," he said before walking back over to the juice bar. Turning back to my French book I just had one thought: this was so not Davis High.

Author's Note: And the next chapter. Thanks to PurpleLover2012 for commenting. The next chapter will probably be out tomorrow but after that I'm not sure. Hopefully I'll have it out by Friday but no promises. Feel free to favorite or leave a comment.