Alright before we begin, I'm stuck on names for this group, and aside the fact that I'm still in love with Kyle Gallner's character, Impulse, who was on Smallville, I can't seem to think of a name for this new group. So, my question (poll sort of) is does anyone have any names that they would like for this group, or should I stick with Impulse?

If I haven't gotten to your characters Polyvore yet, I will shortly. I promise.

Chapter 2

-Jude-

I finished rapping Don't as soon as Ms. Smith walked in. Immediately upon entering, and noticing that everyone is in the classroom, she stands in front of the whiteboard, and gets straight to business.

"You have good vocals there Jude," she tells me happily, and looks my way, and then looks around the classroom again, and I smile.

"Thanks Ms. Smith," I answer her kindly enough, as I was sure that now the entire classroom had known that I was singing, and honestly, I didn't mind that. I was actually proud that they knew. Maybe that would be a good thing. Or so I had hoped.

"Not a problem, Jude," Ms. Smith happily announces, as she turns back around, and writes something on the whiteboard again, and then turns back to us.

"Since, I highly doubt, and I would highly shocked if anyone did as I asked last night, I'm making it official," she announces, and I can hear every other student making sounds as though it were the end of the world. "So, I'm assigning students a part of Romeo and Juliet, and the project starts now," she adds as she writes my name beside some girl, in which, I had guessed until now. I didn't know, but I had the feeling I was about to.

"I'm Katy," she announces, as she moves seats with someone else, and comes and sits beside me. I smile, because, I think already liked her, and I know how my grandma had taught me to have respect for ladies no matter what. It was then that I also realized that she had an Italian accent, so I assumed that she must have been from Italy at some point in her life. Being from New York City, you had all kinds of walks of life, and one way or another it ended up all together.

"So how are we going to do this?" she asks me, ash she meets my brown eyes, and then looks away quickly.

"I don't know. Are you interested in going to Central Park?" I ask hoping that she'd say yes. I wasn't asking her out, or at least, I don't think I was.

"Ewww. Are you asking me out?" she asks me rudely, as she ignores my looking this time, and then I knew I had to ask.

"You're not racist are you?" I ask, hoping that she wasn't though, it is possible, as much as I wanted to put it into reality.

"No. I just. Oh never mind. Meet me later, and we'll head to the park to get this stupid assignment done," she tells me, and then she goes back to where she was originally. I liked her, but I wasn't going to push the issue, if she didn't want to show it back.

-Second Chance-

-Atticus-

"Oh, and did I mention that this is going to be a musical project?" Ms. Smith adds, as she hands out sheets which have our parts in them.

"Romeo and Juliet world famous play about two preteens having sex, getting married, and committing suicide, and minusing the getting married part, it all happens in the real world, so why do we even have to read it!" I protest, as she gives me the paper, and looks at me, as she could tell I was already going to be the one that she was going to have trouble with.

"Well Mr. Baker, if you're so certain, you don't want to do the assignment, I could assign you a different book to read, but being as I know that'll satisfy you, I'm denying that, and you're getting the assignment I'm giving you. Now Amy, would you come over, and sit at the desk with Atticus Baker over here," Ms. Smith tells one of the girls from another part of the classroom.

-Second Chance-

-Amy-

I did as Ms. Smith had instructed me to do. I got up, and sat beside this boy. At first, I hated the fact that he was acting like a dick, but what could I do about it? If he didn't want to do the assignment that was fine by me, but I wanted to get this done.

"Well Romeo now have fun, and don't die," Ms. Smith mentioned, and walked away as though, the entire conversation had never happened. I look up in hazel green eyes, and then quickly look away. I didn't want him to know. At least not yet anyways, and for now I would like to keep it that way. I look around the room, and try to figure out who was partnered with whom.

"Look can we just get this stupid thing over with? Besides, I rather hate the play," he remarks at the end of class, and stands up as though he was in a rush to get out of here, and for some reason, I can't blame him. I think everyone wants to get out of here for there own reasons.

"You're stuck with me Romeo, so you better deal with it," I tell him, as I follow him to his locker, and I can see that he hates the idea that I followed him. When he's done, he slams his locker, and runs his fingers through his sandy blond hair.

"Thanks for reminding me. I have the entire seasons of LOST I would rather be reading than reading a stupid play," he tells me. That was it. I just couldn't stand him, and no matter what I was going to make sure we got through this, and I could get my grade. Then that was when I punched him.

"What the hell was that for?" he asks me, as he slides his backpack down over his left shoulder, and we start to head toward the metro stops.

"I think you know. Besides, we both know that at the next stop we have a five minute walk," I point out as we climb onto the metro. Then I hear something I never thought I'd hear from Atticus. Him singing, and an idea came to mind.

"Romeo," I start out, knowing that sooner or later, he was going to hate me for that, but it gets his attention.

"Stop calling me that. I have a name, besides, if you want to call me something call me Hans," he tells me, as we get off at the metro stop, and we head towards our apartments.

"Is that a character from a book series, or do you like want to be named after Hans Christian Andersen?" I ask, as we walk continue walking, ans as we get closer some kids are playing basketball in the alleyways.

"Something like that," he tells me, as we finally reach his apartment, and we enter inside, and I see the two bedroom apartment, and without any introduction, we head into his bedroom, and he goes back to ignoring me as he reaches for his guitar.

-Second Chance-

-Noah-

Out of all the people in our class I had to get stuck with the girl who I had no clue of who she was. I collect my papers, and meet up with Jude, as he heads to his locker at the end of class. As he approaches his locker, I see a few other students meet up with each other, and talk about how their day sucked, I would liked to have imagined my brother, Matthew would have been one of them, and then I realize he's never coming back. You don't come back from suicide, no matter how much you pray for them to come back.

"You alright man?" I hear Jude ask, as he shakes me into reality, though, I had wished he hadn't, but I wasn't about to tell him that. If he didn't know, he didn't need to know.

"I'm fine. Just tired," I lie to him, and he smiles, as I assumed he had bought it.

"Who were you assigned to for your Romeo and Juliet assignment?" Jude asks changing the subject, and grabbing his Life science book, and then shutting his locker, as his sister, or I assumed it was his sister walked up to him, and then smiles at me, and for a moment, I thought I had smiled back, but because I hadn't done that in a long time, I couldn't be sure if I had.

"I have some girl by the name of Miley," I tell Jude, as I suddenly feel uncomfortable about it. I mean, what if she tries to pry, and find out things about me, and I don't want to share? I wasn't going to open up, no matter what.

"I know her. She's in my health class. She's the Australian right," the girl I assumed was his sister spoke up, as she looked at me and smiled again, and I couldn't help but wonder how beautiful she was, but I knew I couldn't be with her. It wasn't that I was racist, because, hell I wasn't, but it was because of other matters.

"Yeah, that's correct," I heard the accent come from behind us, as she got closer, and she looked ready for ballet class, and I wondered how we would get this assignment done, if she had classes tonight.

"Hello Ingrid," Miley announced happily, as she stepped up close to us, and I saw that she had some girl with her. Ava. I think her name was. I knew I had a class with her, and I tried to recall.

"Are we ready to get going?" Miley asks, as she looks at me, and then quickly looks away, as though looking at boys were against her religion.

"Just one question, if you're going to ballet class, how are we going to do this assignment?" I ask as we leave the school, and head towards the metro, and pass the campus of one of neighboring schools, in which we could hear marching band to, and know that they're preparing for their homecoming.

"I have that covered. I have lessons, in which, I teach for three hours and we can spend time there,and before you get any ideas this isn't a date. I'm into girls," she tells me all at once, as we we reach the metro.

"Is that why you're hanging around Ava?" I ask her out of curiosity. I hoped that I didn't just cross the line, as I grab a cigarette, and put it in my mouth, but don't light it. I wondered if I should.

"You smoke?" she asks shocked, and I take a moment wondering if I should say yes. In all honestly, I had started after Matt's suicide. I worked on quitting after reading the Fault in Our Stars after it was revealed Gus had kept a pack, but he never lit one up.

"It's a metaphor," I tell her as I quoted Gus from the book and movie, and pray that she didn't get the reference. If she didn't she didn't say anything, and I realize that she didn't answer my question about Ava. I doubted she would.

"Ava, and I are just friends," she tells me as we step off at the stop, and exit the underground, and head up above ground to the overcrowded streets of Manhattan, and walk past the movie stores that had been advertising something about Mad Men, which even though, it was set in the New York in the sixties, I never understood what was so great about the show. If you followed Wall Street history, you already knew how it ended anyways.

"Are you hungry?" I ask as we pass a Manhattan bakery, and I at least wanted to grab something to eat, since I hadn't eaten anything since this morning.

"Thanks, but no. I have to get to class," she tells me. "I'll come in though," she adds, as I shrug and enter the bakery, and see that some lady by the name of Julia is taking orders. She smiles, as I step up to the counter, and order a chocolate eclair, and a strawberry mango smoothie. When I'm done we head for her classes.

As I sit there, and watch her coach her classes, I sit and reach through the act that we were assigned, and one song had come to mind, and for some reason, it fit considering we got the scene where Juliet was standing on the balcony at the party, and as she finishes up, I begin to sing the familiar song from the Beatles.

Well she was just seventeen

And you know what I mean

And the way she looked

Was way beyond compare

"How does that song work into the assignment. Romeo and Juliet were thirteen," Miley pointed out, as she comes down, and sits beside me at the end of her class.

"How could it not? Romeo does technically see her standing on the balcony, and was instantly in love, in which, at that age back in those days, that was legal age to get hitched with," I point out to her, as I begin to sing the next part.

So how could I dance with another

Ooo, when I saw her standing there?

Well she looked at me

And I, I could see

That before too long

I'd fall in love with her

"Okay, I get it, but you had better bring your A Game tomorrow, because I'm not failing by you deciding to go all Beatles Mania on me," she tells me, as she gets up, and brushes herself off, and lends me her hand.

"You've got yourself a deal," I tell her as we finish up, and I stand at the entrance of the dance studio, and get ready to leave. Suddenly I thought of how sweet it was that she was doing this, and I started to think that like myself, there were things that she wasn't ready to open up to, and I hoped in time, she would, because maybe we stood a chance to be friends, and with that, I slip out and head for home.

Okay, the first part of the Romeo & Juliet musical is done, so the next chapter will be part two, and possibly the next chapter after that.
Song credit: When I Saw Her Standing There by the Beatles.

Coming up...Check Yes Juliet/ "I deserve to be in my child's life" / "How does this compare to Merlin?"