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When you are used to the smell of spray paint and smoke when you walk into your school, free-breeze and floral scents doesn't seem to be your kind of welcome wagon.

Lined with beautiful gold trophies in the schools 'award box' (that's what they called them these day's), the blue and gold lockers shown out from the brown brick walls that looked brand new, but with a fake antique touch to them. I snorted in pure annoyance just by the looks of the halls. This was a prep school, and although I was late, I could already imagine the look on people's faces, the questions they would ask.

"What up with the Mohawk?"

"Piercings? How original."

"How does a guy like you get to be the best Algebra student in the state?"

That was the real question. Yes it was true. I was the best at Algebra, like ever. But bragging about it wasn't my kind of thing. Although I was good at Algebra, everything else sucked. Very, very badly. This school apparently had Algebra 2 as one of the subjects on their S.A.T.'s this year. That was the only reason I was here. Not because they liked me, or thought I could help the diversity of the school. Nope, all the cared about was the money going into their wallets thanks to great scores on my test.

Well, not the only reason. I did get kicked out of my last school.

But being pleaded to come here was pretty sweet. Not your average day that you get to shove the request application into your parole officers face. My parents had been even more shocked, them and their stupid cop butts.

People who I felt like boasting to would probably here the kicked out of school part of my story.

Being tough had its advantages.

I was about half an hour late for first period. Not that I really cared. I felt like just jumping on into the classroom, and get yelled at purposely.

But then I didn't know where my class was, so I guess that I had to ask someone.
I didn't want to go to the office. To formal, and I sure didn't want a teachers escort to class.
But then, who? No one in the halls.

I sighed and walked up to the school office.

But as soon as my hand touched the doorknob, I heard someone speak. "Hey!"
I turned around.

A guy with chocolate skin turned to me. He had that small strip of hair on his head that darker guys had. His pants were saggy, and his blue shirt looked worn out. His teeth were bright white though? Crest? His brown eyes were looking straight at me, but with a friendly smile in them.

"Are you Duncan?" He said, softly, even though he was yelling distance away.

His voice echoed through the hall. No wonder he had been so quiet. Even a whisper could be heard from there.

"Yeah." I said. "You know where a guy can get to-" I pulled the slip of paper out of my pocket- "um, room... 209?"

"Yeah." He smiled. "Just follow me."

I paused, but followed him after a few seconds.

While I was walking beside him, something occurred to me. "Do I know you?" I asked. "And if not, how the heck do you know my name?"

"Oh, I know everyone's name." He said slyly. Hid brown eyes glinted with the terribly confused expression. His amusement just made me feel even more left out of what the hell he was talking about.

I just stood there, waiting for an explanation.

And he just stood there, apparently waiting for me to say something.

I wasn't in the mood for a long conversation, so I just mumbled out, "How?"

He grinned, as if this was his shining moment. "Well, I work in the office during my spare time. Band was out today, so I got to go there. Everyone else was going to stay at a class, but I chose to go to the office, help out, you know." He kind of sighed. "The reason I know everyone's name, is because I have seen everyone's file."

He looked at me this time and grinned. "Cafeteria, floods? Yeah I know all of it."

I laughed. "You're pretty cool." I meant it. Even though he was the first person I had met yet, he seemed pretty funny to me. "What's your name? You know, since you already know mine."

"Alex Griffith. Not the best name, but I live."

"Better than mine." I sighed, not very happy with my name. I never had been, never would be.

He chuckled. "I like it. Not for me, but... it suits you."

"Yeah, Duncan does sound like a hostile juvenile bad boy name now that you mention it."

It was his turn to laugh now.

We continued down the hall quietly, and then he said, "You know, we have like, 4 periods together."

I looked at him, tilting my head to the side. "Office?"

"Office." He grinned smugly.

And then we were finally at the room. A large '209' plastered on the door, for some reason, I felt a sharp pang in my throat. Was I nervous? Probably. Just for the fact that this was a school where they didn't take your shit. They kicked you out as soon as they had the chance, just to pick out some other fool on the waiting list. Being late to class? First day? Not a good way to get a first impression.

"Oh man." I thought. I didn't have a note or anything. How was I supposed to just walk on in there?

"What?" He wondered for a second, and then snapped his fingers. "A note."Out of now-where, he flipped out a small notepad and began writing.

"What are you doing?" He wasn't doing what I thought he was, was he?

"Writing you a note." He said this like it was obvious.

"How-"

"Office."

He tore the slip of paper off of the pad. "It's not really a note; it's more of a tardy slip, but with a note at the bottom." He didn't hand it to me though. "To make it more convincing, I could go in there and hand Mr. Hutchins the paper, to look like I was giving him a note from a teacher. You just stand out here, and tell him that-" he paused, lost in thought, possibly thinking of something smart to say to a teacher- "Mr. Moore brought you."

"You are one hell of an office kid!" I said. I was laughing too hard for my own good. "You are like a pro at this, aren't you?"

"Yep."

He walked into the class room, and gone for about 10 seconds.

When he came back, he stood behind the wall, so that anyone coming out of the class couldn't see him. He was grinning boldly.

"Oh!" I heard from inside the classroom. Then a lot of background talking I couldn't make out.
About 5 seconds later a man about in his mid 40's came out the room. From the corner of my eye, I saw Alex running down the hall. Sneaky little guy.

"You're Duncan?" He said. His look at me looked a bit scared, but then it was replaced by friendliness.

"Yeah, I guess." I said.

"Okay, come right on in here, let me introduce you, find you a seat...."

He talked for a bit, introducing me. And when he called me in, I slowly stepped inside the class.
It was the normal room, math and algebra posters all over, chalkboard, tables, and a teacher's desk. And kids. Like 20 of them.

Out of all 20 one face stood out.

Brown hair lay on her soft cocoa colored face. Her freckles stood out on her tiny little nose. Her gray prep top and green Capri's brought out her onyx eyes. And the one thing that stood out on her face.

Her look.

Pure disgust. Revolted by the look of me. She seemed to have barfed up a little, which I thought was a real over-reaction.

I only looked around for 2 seconds, and I already knew it. Every other girl in the room was drooling over me. I knew why. Girls dug bad guys.

And I was defiantly one of them.

Which was why I found her to be H-O-T. She wasn't like the rest of them. And, she resisted me. I loved a good challenge. And oh, she was a challenge. I could tell.

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