Chapter 2

Well I'm back. So I'm updating this story pretty quickly. Question should I change this to M and add more ah high school bad decisions things in this or no cause I kinda want to. The last chapter was more filler than anything else, but now we will have our main characters finally meet our favorite Time lord.

What could go wrong?

Warning: LOTS OF BAD LANGUAGE AND A FEW HIGHSCHOOLY BED THEMES

Disclaimer: I don't own doctor who… poo poo.

Clara strode down the hallway. She slipped her leather bound notebook and pen out of her bag and started writing again. Anyone who looked at the book from over her shoulder would be rather confused. It was full if strange circles and formulas, and a few words repeated over and over again. TARDIS, space, Gallifrey, and one written in almost every free space on every page.

Doctor.

She had small paragraphs of writing on some pages. They'd make no sense to anyone unless you were Clara. Her mind was able to process the disoriented scribbles. Somehow. The words were in a few different languages. English, Russian, Spanish, and Japanese, even a few pages with just circles.

In a few moments she was standing in front of the calculus room. She knew they put her in her in this class because of where she came from. Even though she was top of her class… top of her SCHOOL, they put her in the lowest class because they thought anyone from her part of New York was violent and stupid and for almost any other person who had come out of there they'd be right. But it wasn't their fault. You toughen up or you get hurt.

She pushed open the door and found that she was a little late. Everyone looked up and all eyes were trained on her. Not that she noticed. Her face was still buried in her notebook.

"I assume you're Clara Donovan?" asked the teacher.

"Get any other new kids from the ghetto today?" she muttered, still pissed that this school was questioning her intelligence.

"Well Miss. Donovan I am Mr. Davis, please take the empty seat by the window". She didn't look up but took her seat and placed her notebook back in the bag.

He droned on and eventually Clara slipped into a stupor. This was simple, primitive math. She was not even closed to being challenged and this was a waste of her time.

"Excuse me Miss. Donovan, does my lesson bore you?" Mr. David asked, rather annoyed.

"Yes, in fact, it does, sir" she said, looking him straight in the eyes. Her brutal honesty took him back and he seemed very surprised, but after a moment the surprised morphed into anger.

"Well then, Miss. Donovan, if you are so intelligent, would you mind telling me the answer to the problem on the board, please find x" he asked angrily, while scribbling a long, intense problem on a chalk board. Clara looked at it for a moment, and then smiled.

"X=7" she said.

Mr. David smiled, "wrong x=4".

"Actually you're wrong, the two functions are equal if their rules are equal and their domains are the same, but division by zero is not allowed in mathematics, you seem to have forgotten this, and the graph of f(x-3) is that of (x) shifted 3 units to the right. To shift the closed (a , b) to the right you need to add 3 units to the endpoints a and b of the interval, so x has to equal 7" she said confidently, mentally adding 'bitch' to the end of her last sentence (I don't know anything about calculus so this is just smart mathematical words mushed together into smartical sentences). She saw his eyes grow wide and then his mouth started flapping open and closed like a fish out of water.

She heard a bit of stunned laughter behind her and a few shushed whispers. Just then the bell rang and everyone stood up from their seats and started filing out of the classroom, their teacher still flopping like a fish out of water.

"Hey" said a voice behind her, and Clara spun around to find a cocky, handsome boy in a letterman's jacket standing behind her.

"Um, hi" she said, feeling rather awkward.

"That was super cool what you did in there, what are you some kind of genius?" he asked placing his hand on the wall, blocking her exit (yeah that douche bag move).

"You could say that… do you need something?" she asked raising an eyebrow. He just smiled and leaned in a bit.

"We should get together sometime," he said, whispering in her ear (which majorly creeped her out).

"I don't even know your name," answered Clara, rolling her eyes.

"Why don't we meet at the diner after school, around 5" he said and then left, giving her one last cocky smirk over his shoulder.

"Who the hell was that?" asked Joshua, giving Clara a suspicious look.

"Some random asshole" she answered with a happy smile. Joshua ruffled her hair and smiled back at her.

"So how was the first class of the day?" she asked.

"Well I assume I'm getting moved up," he said, looking as if he was holding back laughter.

"Did you piss off the teacher too?" she asked surprised, it wasn't like Joshua to do something like that.

"Uhh, no but I did correct the top student of the class" he said with a smile, "did you?" he asked suspiciously.

"Well he tried to make me look stupid so I made him look stupid" she said crossing her arms and sticking her nose in the air rather comically.

"Hey bitch," said an annoyingly high-pitched voice behind her and Clara turned on her heal and faced the unknown voice behind her. She found herself face to face with the strangest creature she had ever seen.

A popular high school girl.

She had silky blond hair with dark brown highlights and dark brown eyes. Clara immediately noted that her breasts were enlarged by 2 sizes (a B to D). It was so obvious, no one with that slim of a figure would be that out of proportion. She had the top buttons on her polo were undone and her skirt much shorter than it should have been (3 inches in fact). This school either had a very strange idea of beautiful or this girl was the biggest slut this school had ever seen (and by the way she held her legs she could tell she had slept with almost every guy in the school).

"Um can I help you?" Clara asked, one eyebrow raised.

"Yes you can, you fucking bitch, stay away from my boyfriend if you know what's good for you" she threatened.

"I'm surprised you've come up with a nickname for me before you even know my name! Are you worried you won't be able to remember it?" Clara asked, unfazed.

"Well you little slut, keep your dirty hands of my man or you'll go back to the ghetto to get your filthy ass shot" she said her face turning red.

"Hypocrite" muttered Joshua with a snort.

"Excuse me?" she asked turning to face him.

"Well it's hard to call some one a slut when you've been to bed with more strangers than they have" he answered, back against the wall hands shoved deep in his pockets.

"Are you calling me a whore!" she screeched, and Joshua shrugged and nodded.

"Well then!" she said and dramatically turned on her heel and stomped away. Clara and Joshua exchanged looks and then burst out into laughter, unaware that every person in the hallway was staring at them in amazement.

But everyone was unaware that a man with eyes a thousand years old was watching the two twins from a distance with a small smile playing at his lips.

He had finally found what he was looking for.

Well chapter 2. There. Happy? I'm tired. Goodnight.

( * = * ) the Domonkey says goodbye

May the ninjas be with you