Edited: 12/7/13

Edited A/N: I finally started school so I'm actually in chemistry now, woo. Sorry I haven't done this since summer. I'm editing chapter five today too. Does anyone even read these edited chapters? :o

Language Arts was boring.

The whole time we were learning new vocab because unfortunately, we had a vocab test of at least twenty new words every single week.

School was hard.

Thankfully, though, the bell finally rang and Dawn and I were off to lunch.

As we were walking, Dawn turned to me. "You've been acting a little strange since you came into class."

I looked at her, my eyebrows furrowing together. "Really? How?"

She shrugged. "You've been spacing out a lot and, well, I've caught you blushing a time or two." Dawn paused, a smirk appearing on her face. "Did something happen between you and Drew?"

"What?" I stopped in the middle of the hall, a few kids pushing me before I began walking again, Dawn laughing at me. "I have not been blushing!"

"Ah, but you didn't deny my suspicion!"

With that, Dawn laughed again, walking ahead of me and into the cafeteria that was quickly filling up.

I couldn't help but look down at the rose that was slightly sticking out of my front pocket. My cheeks burned as I pressed my lips together. I couldn't be blushing over that. Dawn was just putting thoughts in my head, that's all.

Spotting Dawn, now with Leaf and Misty, I walked over.

"I'm starving," I announced, getting amused looks from my three friends.

See, I've always had a big appetite ever since I was a kid. When me and my brother, Max, were younger, Mom would make the best spaghetti (seriously it was amazing), and we'd literally inhale the dish. We'd then ask for seconds... and thirds... and fourths. You get the picture, right?

Leaf laughed. "Aren't you always?" she joked as she walked towards the line with me, Dawn and Misty not too far behind.

I made a face, but soon joined in with Leaf's laughter. I mean, it was true.

Suddenly, her laughter stopped as a noise of excitement left her mouth. She pointed at the rose that was, still, conveniently sticking out of my pocket. "Where'd that come from?"

"Psh, you know," I said, rubbing the back of my neck and coughing, "just saw it lying around." (I'm very subtle, can't you tell?)

Leaf leaned in closer, smirking. "Drew gave it to you. Didn't he?"

"Who gave who what?" Dawn questioned before I could object Leaf's accusation (which was completely true). She had a look on her face showing she already knew what we were talking about. Great.

Misty looked over, too, giving me a curious look. "What are we talking about over here?"

"Drew gave May a rose," Leaf said, smiling widely. I looked over to see Dawn grinning victoriously and Misty not even trying to hold back a smile.

"So?" I asked, trying to come off as nonchalant. I'm not sure it worked as they stared at me with blank looks.

Dawn decided to approach me, putting a hand on my shoulder. I stared at her, amused at the fake seriousness on her face.

"Drew gave you a rose." I continued to stare at her. She coughed. "Let me elaborate. He gave you a red rose. Red roses symbolize love, so that must mean that Drew lov-!" I quickly placed a hand over Dawn's mouth and advanced in the lunch line.

"Oh, wow, food," I said, dragging a muffled Dawn and had a laughing Leaf and Misty following close behind.

I picked up a red apple and went to the cashier to pay. I'd lost my appetite once my friends mentioned the rose and their reason behind it. It's not like the rose itself was a big deal (of course it wasn't)… but with them, it would turn into one.

Misty, thankfully, wasn't prying as much, and Leaf and Dawn had moved on to a new topic to talk about as we headed over to our usual table towards the back.

"Hey, Dawn," I said suddenly, her looking at me in curiosity, "have you figured out what you're doing for art?"

Dawn sighed, sadly shaking her head, Misty and Leaf now listening into our conversation.

"Another project?" Misty asked, raising her eyebrows.

"Don't tell me it's a semester project, too," Leaf said.

"Oh, but it is a semester project and it's all about inspiration," Dawn explained, rolling her eyes because, apparently, she still hadn't found out what to do. I haven't either, though.

"Not only that," I began, "but we have another semester project for chemistry that has to do with manufacturing our own soap... and I got partnered up with Drew. Go figure." I took another bite of my apple, furrowing my brows. It was then I noticed, Leaf and Misty laughing while Dawn was busy picking at her lunch.

"How convenient that Drew gets brought up into conversation once again, huh?" Misty asked, raising an eyebrow at me.

I could feel my cheeks heating up. "Guys, it's not something to turn into a big deal. We're partners for a project. Besides, there's no way I could even think of having a boyfriend. School has only been going on for a month. Don't relationships take, I don't know, time?" I questioned sarcastically.

"You've come to have quite the relationship with us in such a short time, though," Misty reminded me. Leaf and Dawn nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, Dawn laughed. "May, Misty didn't mention anything close to Drew being your boyfriend.

My jaw dropped slightly as I stuttered a response. Eventually, I just used their weakness against them.

"You know what? Maybe you guys should talk to your crushes so you can give up on teasing me. I mean, you'll probably be way too busy to worry about mine and Drew's relationship anymore." I smirked, seeing the look of disbelief on their faces. "Besides, it's so obvious who everyone likes. Leaf likes Gary, Dawn likes Paul, and Misty - don't even try denying it - you're practically in love with Ash," I stated while looking over in the direction of the table where each of the boys were sat.

Dawn, Misty, and Leaf all stared at me with the same expressions of disbelief and annoyance.

Misty pursed her lips before giving a short, force laugh and shaking her head. "I do not like him."

Meanwhile, Dawn was blushing furiously and Leaf was still staring at me blankly.

"Oh really?" I questioned them, laughing at their obvious lies. "I guess I'll believe you for now. But I just realized something," I began, "Now that we're talking about the boys and stuff, I've never even talked to any of them other than Drew. Maybe I should go say hi or something. Introduce myself. We can all sit together for lunch like a happy family even," I laughed.

"No!" Dawn exclaimed. "We haven't talked to them since the end of eighth grade. How awkward would it be if you asked them to sit with us?"

"Okay, be right back then," I said while shrugging, walking towards the boys' table. All I was actually doing was asking if they wanted to sit with us so I could work with Drew on my project. We had thirty minutes of lunch left; might as well be productive.

When I walked up to them, their talking stopped and all eyes looked at the random girl who appeared out of nowhere. I also got to see what they really looked like. Let's just say I can see why Dawn, Leaf, and Misty have crushes on them. They aren't exactly ugly.

Gary was as they described him. He looked like the typical, popular jerk with his dark eyes and brown hair paired with a teasing smirk. I knew he wasn't really a jerk, though. Not with some of the stories Leaf has told me about him.

Ash, who was sitting next to him, looked a lot friendlier but almost manlier in a way. He had bright brown eyes, dark and messy hair, and was looking at me curiously. His arms were crossed, showing off plenty of muscle. He seemed like an athlete which could be another reason Misty liked him. Her love of sports and athletics was no secret.

Paul didn't look as curious as the others. Instead, he was mindlessly playing with his phone (Candy Crush?), blocking his face with his purple hair. It was longer and was the classic "emo fringe" cut, his bangs falling over his forehead and into his eyes. He looked up for a short moment and I saw he had grey eyes and sharp features. He was intimidating but attractive. But the way he looked at me, narrowing his eyes and smirking, made me feel like he knew who I was.

I quickly shook off the thought.

Lastly, my eyes were on Drew who was giving me a bored look, his chin resting in his hand.

"Do you need something, December?" he asked, a small smirk pulling at the corner of his lips. I guess he wasn't done with the months.

"You're an idiot," I deadpanned, crossing my arms. The three surrounding guys looked at our interaction curiously.

"So I've been told," he said, his smirk changing into an actual smile. "That's not why you're here, though. What do you need?"

I rolled my eyes, annoyed. A small smile still pulled at my lips, though. Drew pissed me off, but I couldn't help but act a little nicer towards him since last hour. I think he was thinking the same as me considering he was smiling, something I've only seem him do once, maybe twice.

"How do you know I need anything?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Why else would you be over here?"

"Okay fine," I sighed. "Want to work on our project? You guys can all sit with us."

"So now you want to work on the project?" Drew asked, a small smirk tugging at his lips.

"Yes, I do. Will you please come so we can work on it?" I pleaded, folding my hands in front of me.

Drew rolled his eyes, picking up his backpack that was slung across the back of the lunch chair. "Lead the way," he told me, kicking the back of my leg.

"Don't mind if I do," I replied, sticking my tongue out at him. I looked behind me and saw the three other boys still seated. "Are you guys coming?"

Ash and Gary shared a look. "I mean, the last time we saw Leaf was at the block party a couple months ago," Ash reasoned as he picked up his stuff.

"Like you're not going over there to spend time with Misty," Gary scoffed under his breath. I wasn't even sure I heard him correctly.

Finally, Paul silently got up and walked over to the table, sitting down next to a wide-eyed Dawn. He didn't look up or even acknowledge her, but her face was still a pretty shade of pink. I raised a brow at her. Yeah, she totally didn't like Paul.

Ash and Gary went on ahead and sat across from Leaf and Misty, beginning a conversation that seemed natural. You wouldn't think that they hadn't talked in years.

Suddenly, Drew interrupted my thoughts, and I noticed we were still standing in the same spot. "You know, that was pretty clever what you did there," he commented, flicking his hair out of his eyes.

"And what did I do exactly?" I asked with a smile, walking to the table.

"Stop being so smug," he commented, rolling his eyes.

"Oh, shut up."

We sat at the two seats left that were next to each other. Drew took out a notepad but I took it away from him and held my hand out for a pencil. He only stared at me blankly. "I have better penmanship, Grasshead."

His eyes slightly narrowed at the nickname. "Sure you do."

I only rolled my eyes and took the pencil. "This is going to be a long couple months, pal."

"Oh, come on. We all know you love having me as a partner," he said cockily, leaning back in his seat as I labeled the top of the paper, "History of Soap."

"How about the other way around? Drew, face it, you don't know what you'd do without me," I said in a light tone, scrawling both of our names in the top corner.

He scoffed. "Why do you still have my rose, then?"

I punched him in the arm. "It'd be rude if I just threw it away, you jerk."

It when then the two of us heard a light chuckle, and both of us turned to look at the source. Turns out it was Leaf. Dawn was covering her mouth though and Misty was picking at her food, a huge smile on her face.

"What?" I asked wryly.

"Oh, nothing," Misty commented, shrugging.

"Yeah," Leaf inputted, taking a sip from her juice box, "You know, other than the fact that this ship is sailing itself."

Every male at the table stared at her blankly while my mouth dropped open. "Leaf!"

"It's more than that. It's like a luxury cruise ship," Dawn added, earning some, "ooh's" and "ah's" from the other two girls.

I shook my head sadly. "I can't handle you three."

Drew turned to me. "What exactly are they talking about."

"Um, don't worry about it," I said quickly, getting back to writing and trying to ignore Drew's piercing stare at me.

Leaf and I walked into the orchestra room after lunch had ended. She'd gone to get her cello while I got my violin. As I moved to tune my D string, Professor Juniper walked into the room, smiling brightly.

"Hey, guys!" she greeted, moving to sit at the tall chair that was behind her stand at the front of the class. "As you know, we'll have our annual concert at the end of the semester. So, we need to find out what chairs you'll be in and what pieces we'll play. But, we're going to try something different this year. I've already picked out four of our pieces, but I'm going to let you guys make suggestions and then we'll vote. Sound good?" The class made noises of approval as they nodded their heads.

Leaf's hand shot up immediately. "How about something Vivaldi?"

"D Minor is my favorite," I commented with a small smile.

"Actually, that's a really good idea," a girl with silver hair from the viola section said, "Besides, the song has a lot of opportunities to show off the talent in this department. There are violin and cello solos, too."

Professor Juniper nodded from her seat as other kids in the class agreed as well. "From what I'm hearing, most of you like this idea of Vivaldi in D Minor?"

"Yeah," the class said as a whole.

The young professor smirked. "It's settled then. Also, sign up for a time before or after school to audition and to see what chair you'll playing. Moving on, let's sight read one of our other pieces..."

"Hey May," Misty greeted me as I walked through the door of the Spanish room. She leaned back in her seat next to mine as she waited for me to sit down.

"Hey," I said, getting out my binder, "We didn't have homework, right?"

My ginger friend smiled at me, tapping her pencil against her desk. "Nope."

I sighed a sigh of relief as the bell rang, signaling the start of class. Our teacher, Señora Vega, told us to start conjugating imperfect verbs, so with one last exchange with Misty, I began working. Less than a minute later, I felt something hit my head. I looked behind me, not noticing anything.

"It's from me," Misty whispered, looking slightly exasperated.

Laughing quietly, I looked at my desk to see a small piece of paper that was crumpled up into a ball. I opened it, reading Misty's perfectly sized, perfectly written handwriting.

I hope you know I will get you back for what you did at lunch. But, to get us even for now, I'm just going to say that yes, I do think you and Drew are perfect for each other. I really hope I said that without sounding to much like Dawn. Uh, not sure if that went to well though.

-Misty

I raised an eyebrow, quickly writing my own message under hers.

You're joking, right? And here I was thinking you were the wise one out of us all.

-May

After passing the note to Misty, I watched her roll her eyes before writing back. She glanced at the teacher quickly before reaching over and placing it on the edge of my desk.

Ha, what gave you the impression that I would be a wise one? But seriously, I honestly ship you and Drew (I'm starting to sound like Leaf and Dawn, oh no). It's obvious you two like each other. I don't know, I just think you should at least think about it. You and Drew being a thing, I mean.

-Misty

I glanced at the wisest - I still think she is the wisest no matter what she says - of all my friends and thought for a moment. Was it actually obvious that I liked Drew? Did I even like him? I don't think I do.

That's what got me to where I am now: sitting in the last hour of the day, rereading Misty's note under my desk. Why was I even putting so much thought into these words that Misty had written while she was supposed to be conjugating?

Stop thinking, I told myself, you don't like him, not even a little bit. Stop letting people put ideas in your head.

In the middle of my internal rant, the bell rang, surprising me and making me jump. I heard Dawn laugh.

"You were zoning out the last ten minutes of class. What's up?" she asked, gathering her books and walking to the door with me.

"Oh, it's nothing. I-" A hand quickly grasped my wrist, the warmth spreading through my whole arm, giving me goosebumps. I heard Dawn let out a small squeal as I gulped. But nothing was going on, I was probably just paranoid from what Misty was saying earlier.

I turned around and saw Drew, staring at me with those sharp, green eyes. He let go of my wrist. "Do you want to come over to my house right now? Since we want to hurry and get the project done with . . . I thought it would be a good idea to go ahead and get a head start on it."

"Uh, yeah sure," I said quickly, feeling my face heat up. I looked at Dawn who was smiling widely, already walking backwards and out of the classroom.

"You know what, May? Just text me later and I'll see you tomorrow, okay? See you later," she said, turning around and walking down the hall outside.

After watching her until she turned a corner, I turned to Drew, laying my arm over my stomach so my hand could hold my other arm. "Are we going now?"

Drew seemed to finally notice he was still standing there staring at me. "Oh, yeah. My car is in the parking lot by the gym, October."

"I thought you were done with the months, you liar," I said, following him nonetheless.

He just turned around and smirked. "Come on."

Rolling my eyes, I lightly jogged, catching up to Drew and walking at his side. When we were in the parking lot, Drew's car was nothing that I expected. It wasn't some fancy BMW or Mercedes like every other student had. Instead, he had a pickup truck that looked worn down with age. I couldn't help the slight gasp that left my lips and the way my eyes widened.

"While you may annoy me to no end, I freaking love your car, Drew!" I said excitedly, smiling up at Drew who gave me a crooked smile back.

"Then get in," he replied, kicking his foot in the direction of the passenger side.

"But my mom told me to never get in cars with creepy men," I explained to him, trying my best to keep a straight face.

Drew turned to look at me. "So you think I'm creepy?" I nodded. He lightly bumped me on the forehead and said, "Well I think you're a ditz." He turned back around and hopped in the driver's seat. I shook my head and got in the passenger's seat.

Suddenly I felt the urge to be alone with Drew for the rest of the afternoon. Seriously, where the hell did that come from? I slapped my forehead vowing that I'd kill Misty tomorrow.

Drew looked at me but I just shook my head. Remembering that I never texted Mom to tell her I wasn't coming home, I took out my phone and sent her a message saying I was with a friend. God knows what would happen if I told her I was with a boy. She'd explode with happiness and turn into Dawn.

When the car stopped, I looked up from my phone to see his house. It looked like my temporary house - all the houses did.

"Nice house." I smirked.

"I know," he said jokingly, flicking his hair in the process. I punched his arm. He just laughed and then walked up the little walkway to a massive oak door. I followed suit. Drew pulled open the door and motioned for me to come in. The first thing I noticed was a grand marble staircase and a crystal chandelier. One thing for sure is the people that attend Miami View High are not cheap.

Clacking heels caught my attention and I looked up to see an older woman, who looked to be around her late thirties. She had bright green hair, the same shade as Drew's, and crystal blue eyes. She looked intimidating but the friendliness shining through her eyes told a different story.

"Oh, Drew you're home! Who's your friend here?" The person, who I figured was Drew's mom, asked, stopping in front of us and looking at me.

"May this is my mom, Mom this is May," Drew said hurriedly. I shot him a look of confusion.

"Well that's no introduction," she said with a raised eyebrow. She turned to me. "I'm Belle, or I guess as you've noticed, I'm also Drew's mom." Belle held out her hand and I smiled and shook it.

"Hi, I'm May Miracle," I said, smiling at her. The name Miracle didn't sound as foreign as it used to.

"Oh, you have an accent. Where are you from?"

I bit my lip, but realized I didn't have to hide where I was from. "Texas. I just moved here at the beginning of the semester but at the end, I'm leaving again. My dad is away on business and my little brother is at boarding school, so my mom and I are just staying in a temporary house." The second I started talking, I realized I gave away way too much information. I quickly slapped a hand over my mouth.

"Wait, you're leaving?" Drew asked. "Does anyone know?"

I shook my head, keeping my mouth shut.

Belle jumped back into the conversation and said, "Well that's too bad. I guess that means you'll have to spend as much time as you can with Drew."

"Huh?" I muttered, my face turning red.

"Okay, um," I heard Drew say quickly as he shook his head. "Let's go do the project now, April."

"Hey," I complained, following him as he walked through his house. "Stop calling me months, you know my name."

Drew shrugged me off, walking down a staircase into what I assumed was his basement. When I got down there, I saw he had that kind of really fluffly carpet you want to bury yourself in. He didn't give into my desire to make a carpet-angel, and instead led me over to the couch and we sat down facing each other, both cross legged.

"Okay, so far we've got the research done and typed. All that's left is to edit it, make the soap, and type that up. Luckily, we're ahead of most everyone else, though," he said, resting his chin in his hand, his elbow rested on his knee.

I pressed my lips together, nodding. "How about I edit the research and you make a list of the supplies we need for the soap. Next time, we can make the soap."

"Sounds good, May."

"You called me May," I pointed out quickly, reaching over to punch his arm.

He rolled his eyes, handing me a laptop that was on the floor. "Get to work, Miracle."

Sticking my tongue out at him, I got to work, scanning over the ten pages we'd typed up. After working for a good ten minutes, I heard the basement door open and close. Drew looked past me and I turned to see who had walked in. She looked around thirteen years old, with green hair that reached her waist and bangs that hung over her equally bright green eyes. She was like a mini Drew and completely gorgeous.

"Who's the girl?"

"Caitryn," Drew acknowledged her, setting down the notebook he had in his hands and resting his face in his hands again. "What are you doing here? I thought you had guitar lessons until five," he said, looking slightly annoyed.

I, on the other hand, perked up immediately. "You play guitar?"

She nodded. "Yep. And so does Drew."

"I know, I've caught him in the act before," I said, shrugging. Caitryn laughed. "By the way, I'm May."

"Caitryn," she said with a smile, walking towards me and Drew. "You know, I like your girlfriend, Drew." She turned to face me again. "You're really pretty, plus you also kind of remind me of someone . . . But I can't think of them. Ugh, this is going to bug me! Anyway, how long have you and Grasshead been dating?"

Ignoring the "you remind me of something part", I laughed and said, "You call him Grasshead, too!"

"I love you!" the girl across from me said, high-fiving me and breaking a personal record of the loudest high-five given.

"November, how about mentioning the part where we aren't dating?" Drew asked from his spot on the couch as he played on his phone. I narrowed my eyes at him and turned back to his sister.

"Yeah, sorry to disappoint but me and your brother aren't dating, nor will we ever," I commented, smirking at Drew. He returned the look.

"Then why are you flirting? Mom thought you were dating too."

I raised my eyebrows, my mouth slightly gaping open. "That was not flirting!"

Caitryn laughed, tilting her head back. "Whatever, my soon to be sister-in-law. I've got to start my homework; bye you crazy kids," she said, walking out of the room.

"And that annoying creature was my baby sister," Drew said suddenly from behind me.

I jumped, turning around. I hadn't noticed he'd gotten up from the couch.

"Aw, I liked her. She's cute and funny," I said, pushing Drew's shoulder jokingly as I offhandedly commented, "How's she related to you?"

He scoffed. "You're just in denial, May. I mean, I'm Drew Hayden."

Rolling my eyes at the arrogant loser, I reminded him we had our project to do. So, we spent the rest of the afternoon working our tails off and coming up with our final product for our research paper and the list for the materials we needed.

By the time I left, it was six in the evening and when we walked up the stairs to the main floor, Belle was in the living room with Caitryn as the two watched TV.

"Hey, thank you so much for letting me come over," I said while smiling warmly at the green-haired woman.

Belle stood up from her spot and smiled at me. "No problem, May. Really, come over whenever."

Hearing her nice words, I slightly blushed and nodded my head. "Well, I guess I'll be going then." I turned to Drew. "See you tomorrow, Drew."

"Nah, I'll drive you home, May," he said, grabbing his keys and walking ahead of me to the door.

I was a bit surprised at first, but quickly smiled and followed him outside, waving to Caitryn and Belle, missing the small smirks they sent each other.

"Guess what?" I challenged Drew as he pulled out of his driveway.

"What?" he asked unenthusiastically.

"You called me by my actual name again," I pointed out, placing a hand over my heart, "I'm honored. Truly."

"You're so odd," he commented, rolling his eyes.

"Can I ask you another question?" I asked again, ignoring his reply.

"Why not?"

"Did the Drew Hayden mean it when he said I wasn't so bad and he could manage being friends with me?"

"Oh, I'll definitely have to try really hard to manage it," he sighed, smiling as I shot him a dirty look. "No, but really, you aren't annoying all the time. A lot of the time, sure, but not every second. You're okay."

I laughed. "I honestly don't know if I should take that as a compliment or an insult."

"Take it however you like," Drew said, repeating his words from earlier that day.

For the rest of the ride, I gave Drew the directions to my house. After only a couple minutes, we arrived, and I unbuckled my seat belt and smiled at Drew.

"Thanks for the ride."

"Not a big deal," he said, brushing me off.

I stuck my tongue out at him, getting out of the car.

"Miracle," Drew called as I walked up to my porch. I turned around just in time to catch another rose as he tossed it from his car window.

Smirking, I raised it up, tipping it towards him. He laughed as I turned around to walk into my house.

You know, maybe I could get used to the no fame life and getting up at six A.M. along with doing buckets of homework and studying.

I looked down at the rose one more time and noticed how my heart was beating so fast. A thought crossed my mind.

Nah, that couldn't be it.