Second period was awful, and probably one of the most boring classes in the history of school, science. My favorite thing and possibly the only liked thing of that class is, there was a ratio of 1:5 of boys to girls.

Third period, was even worse. I had math, with the famous Miss Ferris. She's absolutely crazy. She makes you say good morning and hello, every time you see her. If you don't smile, she pulls you back so you do. If you write a number on the board that isn't neat, she'll make you erase it so her eyes can see it's perfect. If you don't follow her directions and plan for solving equations, she won't give you credit for it, even if you get the answer correct. Even if you show a page full of work, if there's no goddamn diagram, you don't get credit for it. Screw her 5-step method, I say.

Now, possibly the hardest class of the day. Lunch. I walked into the lunch room, seeing all the people already in long lines, and faces staring at me. I had no where to sit, and that worried me the most. Marcus didn't have my lunch either. I would need to make friends, or hide on the football field during lunch until I made them. I got into the line so I could buy a salad and Gatorade, pulling out my money so I could be ready to pay once I got up to the front. I was standing behind a very tall guy, who had very defined arms, probably a baseball player from the looks of it. I couldn't see his face, but I knew it probably was attractive, just seeing his hair and body physique. If only I had the nerve to introduce myself to him.

After buying my food, I started walking towards the exit that would lead me to the field, deciding that would be the place I would go until later notice.

"Miley!" I heard a girlish voice yell from behind me. I turned around to see Christina, a girl on my soccer team waving me over to their table. I guess this will be okay for now. Just for now.

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I think I've just met my favorite teacher. Mr. Lucas, the assistant varsity soccer coach, already knew my name, and was smiling that I was in his class. It was World History, and probably my new favorite subject. I was actually excited for this.

"Hey I'm Jenny, what's your name?" the girl with gorgeous long dirty blonde hair sitting behind me said.

"Miley," I stuck out my hand meeting hers midair.

"Are you new?"

"Yeah, I'm a transfer." I tried to smile at her, knowing that she was only being nice. It still bothered me though, how I was new and everybody could tell.

"That's cool, where did you come from?" she actually looked interested in my answer, which just like Marcus earlier surprised me.

"Public school," there was really no point in saying which school, since most of the people here didn't know about it, or even that at public school there were no uniforms. Highly uninformed people.

"That's cool. Play any sports?" she smiled, glancing slightly at Mr. Lucas.

"Yeah, I'm on the soccer team here, and I hope to try out for softball too," Hopefully she's athletic too, so our friendship will actually mean something. For the most part, I can't get along with people who don't play sports. They don't understand me, or what I'm about. Then again, very few people actually do.

"Oh sweet, I tried out for the soccer team, but I didn't make it," she slightly frowned, changing the subject. "I was going to try out for softball though, that should be fun!"

"Yeah, fun."

The bell rang, alerting me that I needed to take off in a sprint to get to my next class which was on the other side of the school on the third floor. Latin.

I bumped into a few tall guys along the way, making me smile at them. I could get used to this, I thought.

"Hey Miley!" Marcus yelled as I ran past him up the staircase. I smiled at him winking and continuing to run. I heard him laugh loudly as he descended the stairs, heading in the opposite direction as a I.

"Come on, I can make it, I can make it," I heard that encouraging yourself actually helps!

The bell rung just as I ran into the room. I sighed, taking a seat near the window on the far side of the class.

"Welcome, to Latin 1," the very tan nice looking teacher said from the front of the room.

I turned looking around the room. That's when I saw him. The guy from earlier in the lunchroom. And this time, I saw his face. He was absolutely gorgeous, and I couldn't keep my eyes off of his for the next minute. He looked over at me, and we locked eyes. They were so pretty, and I didn't want to look away. We were having a moment, and any onlooker could tell that neither of us wanted it to end.

I smiled slightly, earning a smile from him as well as a turn of the head to the side. I quickly faced the teacher again, realizing that I had missed her entire opening speech, and had no idea what she was talking about. She was now passing out three sheets of paper, for which I had no idea what they were. I turned to look at the guy again, feeling something inside me telling me I should. When I looked over, he was already looking at me. Same eyes from before, except this time, he appeared to be in deep thought. I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about.

"What are you looking at?" the guy next to me asked, breaking my trance. He probably thought I was looking at him. I need to make a mental note to sit closer to the very attractive guy tomorrow, so nobody gets confused on whom I'm looking at. Wait, what am I saying? I thought, thinking that I really am going crazy. These catholic people are killing me!

"What? I'm just looking at the clock," I slyly replied, hoping this guy would just drop it and look away.

"I'm Nate," well, I guess he wants to be friends then.

"Miley," I smiled, nodding at him.

"Are you a freshman?" that earned a scoff from me.

"No, are you?" he smirked back.

"Good one. So you're a sophomore?" I nodded, and he smiled.

"I'm a junior," he looked very proud of himself for whatever reason.

"Should I be scared or intimidated or something?" I laughed, shaking my head and beginning to fill out my information on one of the worksheets Miss Cunningham passed out.

"Well, technically yes."

"Huh, is that so. Well, I'm not. And besides, why are you in Latin one if you're a junior. Failed last year?" I smirked, scribbling down the rest of my info quickly so I could hand the teacher the sheet before she sat down at her desk.

"This is my first year taking it, and no I just took a different language for the first few years. I want some help for SAT's thank you very much, Miley."

"Good for you," I said. I glanced back over at the guy, seeing him still looking at me. I looked away smiling, feeling my whole body light up.

I lied when I said History was my favorite class. Latin, is by far the best.

Tell me what you thought :) personally, i don't really like this chapter, but the next one or maybe the one after that, will be a lot better :) PLEASE comment. review. whatever it is. just, i really love knowing what you guys have to think and say, and it also makes me a much better writer if i know what you are thinking and how my writing makes you feel. Tell me your favorite part. Do you like Miley so far? Do you like Marcus? Nate? Who's your favorite person ? Do you want more girls? haha. I should update soonish. I was supposed to have a game today, but it got cancelled(yay!) and so i just had orch practice for 3 hours. JUST got home. I have a game tomorrow, but i will probably be talking to my friend from L.A. afterwards, so i will try to update then. If not, i will update on thursday. Tell me whether you want this to be updated on saturday, OR When Everything's Made to be Broken OR Wait For You. Please and thank you ;D

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