Note: Sorry if this is confusing or anything. Basically if there's a line, or a new chapter started, it's a switch from the Point of View of Jillian to Neil, or vice versa. I figured by the language and plot it would be easy to tell who was talking.

My life sucked. It really did. So far I had made no friends. I hadn't even talked to anyone, and it was already halfway through the day.

I wasn't expecting school to be hard. I loved English and Math even though you never saw people like both of them so much at the same time. History could be really interesting if I had a good teacher, which I did. Science could be a problem but my uncle was the teacher so I wasn't worried. My only problem seemed to be Latin. I had never taken it, but Nolan insisted that I take a senior class to interact with as few people as possible, which I thought was stupid. My only consolation was that everyone else seemed to suck at it as well, so I really wasn't too far behind.

By Trig I had probably made eye contact with fewer than five people. I hated showing this shy side of myself. I usually thought of myself as very brave and assertive, but I had never been very comfortable around guys and in new situations. Part of me tried to convince myself that as I was the only girl, I had the upper hand. The other part realized that being the new girl, I was at everyone else's mercy. I hoped to find a happy medium but I didn't know if one existed.

"Miss Walker."

I was interrupted from my thoughts as I approached Mr. Hamm, the Trig teacher, at his desk.

"Yes sir?" I asked in my sweetest voice.

"Have you ever studied trigonometry before?" he asked.

"Of course," I answered honestly. "I loved it."

I realized how much of a suck-up I sounded like and I hoped that no one had heard me.

"Really?" He sounded impressed.

"Yes," I said. After a short pause I realized that I had nothing else to say. "Yes."

"Well then, hopefully you'll be either ahead or at the same place as this class." His voice was gruff. Okay. Maybe not so impressed.

"Yes. Thank you."

"You may sit."

"Thank you."

What was I thanking him for? I had no idea. God, I sounded like an idiot. I turned around and walked to my seat. I pried my eyes from the ground and made it a point to look at every boy I passed straight in the eye. But when I sat down, I couldn't remember any of the faces.

Well, it was a step.

Had the new girl really just said she loved Trig? So she was not only unattainable, but crazy as well. For most of us math was the bane of our existence.

"Maybe she can tutor me," Charlie smiled. "I mean, she'll be in my room all the time and all."

"Shut up, Charlie," I said, grinning. I hoped that the girl – Jillian, I really needed to start using her real name – hadn't heard. Not everyone at Welton was as sex-driven as him, but I had a feeling that Charlie would scare her away.

As Jillian walked back towards her seat she made it a point to look at every boy she passed, which I thought was cute. Was it just me or did she stop for a second after looking at me? She didn't pause when she passed anyone else. Maybe she remembered me. Her hair was bunched up on the two sides of her head in pigtails that flowed to her shoulders – her hair was brunette and wavy and kind of messy and when it moved just right it exposed the spark of her earrings. Her smile was really cute as well – really full lips that were perfectly pink even though I could tell she hadn't put anything on them.

As I headed to Latin I couldn't stop thinking about her. Jillian. The name was pretty, elegant, cute and fun but also formal. It had been so long since I had seen a girl my own age, one that I would see on a daily basis, one that could possibly turn into something more.

Then again, I was probably just being crazy. One girl in a school of a hundred boys. Obviously nothing was going to happen between us.

This internal conversation continued up until I walked into Latin and took my seat. I was still spacing out as Mr. Jones, our Latin teacher, called up Jillian to introduce her to the class. I still wasn't paying much attention, until I heard my own name.

"Yes?" I said, shaking my thoughts away as if Mr. Jones could somehow have read them.

"Mr. Perry, you are the only person in this class to have an A. Am I correct?"

"I believe so, sir," I answered, blushing. My father was always telling me to be proud of my achievements, but I found it so embarrassing to be called out personally, even for something good.

I didn't look at Meeks, who was probably blushing just as much, if not more, than I was. He deserved an A, he really did, but Latin just didn't come to him as all his other subjects did. I felt bad for actually being better than him at something.

"Good, good," Mr. Jones said, more to himself than to me. "Good. You will be assigned to tutor Miss – ummm…"

"Walker. Jillian Walker," Jillian mumbled.

"Yes, yes, of course," Mr. Jones went on. "Mr. Perry, you will tutor Miss Walker until she is caught up on the curriculum."

I didn't say anything. I couldn't.

Mr. Jones noticed my silence. "I know you have a lot to do, Mr. Perry," he said, with only a touch of sympathy. "But this is very important and we must be accommodating to our new students. Thank you."