Disclaimer: These characters are owned by DC with the exception of my OC Robin Hastings.

"You know what. Let's take a short cut. He is in the Arts and Literature building." We slowly made our way across the campus along the track and football field. The large aluminum bleachers glittered in the light. There were a couple misfits hanging around, but one stood out in particular. He was hiding underneath the bleachers, leaning on a support beam smoking. Since we were so far away I couldn't get a good look, but his most defining feature was the electric green mohawk he was sporting. Harvey must've noticed me looking and warned, "I wouldn't stare over there too long. I don't think you're quite ready to deal with Jack."

I reply in a fake whine, "But your my guide! At least give me a last name."

He sounded annoyed. "Fine. Napier. Jack Napier. If you don't want Waller crawling up your ass, then you should keep your distance."

"That bad aye?" I gave a little giggle.

He stopped and turned to stare at me. "It's not laughing matter. The guy is a grade A psycho. He's into blood sports, or just blood in general."

I tried to reassure him, "Ok. Ok. I'll stay away." We finally made it to the building on the opposite side of campus. Upon entering, I was amazed at how creative the inside felt. "Wow you guys take everything seriously."

"You don't even know the half of it." He continued down the hallway until we reached red door littered with quotes from famous authors. He once again motioned for me to look through the classroom window. There stood an older gentleman. Graying hair and a thin mustache. He was teaching the class with vigor. Pacing around the room and doing his best impression of Shakespeare, one hand held high above his head while he read to the class.

I turned back to Harvey, "Well he seems very enthusiastic and fun."

He gave me a big smile. "Yup. He's one of the greats. You'll never be bored in his class." His body language shifted into a calm demeanor. "Instead of hopping back and forth between buildings, let me just show you the rest of the upperclassmen rooms here." He slowly sauntered down the hall, and we stopped at another colorful door. This time it had pictures of famous painters on it. "This is Mrs. Nora Fries's art room."

Looking through the window, I saw a young woman of medium height. She had long blonde hair, grey eyes, and an infectious smile. Dressed in a paint splattered apron she was giving the class a demonstration. With effortless strokes on canvas, she was painting a mountain scene. Her delicate hands working hard to carve out each summit. "Wow. She's beautiful!"

Harvey gave me a smug smile. "Yup. Mr. Fries is a lucky man. Just about every guy in this school has a crush on her."

He turned down the hallway and began walking again. This time we stopped in front of a set of industrial doors. He pushed them open relieving the huge auditorium. My eyes light up at the sheer size of the room. Then I turned to him, "Ok. I understand it's an auditorium, but why are you showing me this?" I began walking down the long aisle to the stage, Harvey following close behind.

"Because if you happened to have Drama with Ms. Madison, it would be here. Other than here, the next largest open area like this would be the gymnazium."

"Oh. You mean that big domed area near the main building?"

"One in the same." He turned around and walked back up the aisle. The bell for third period rang. When we reached the doors, another rush of kids emptied out into the hallway. Then I heard a female voice call over.

"Hey Harv, what cha doin' over here in this building?" A plucky looking blonde in pigtails ran over to us. She had a couple smudges of paint on her face.

His voice sounded gentle, "Oh. Hey, Harleen! I was just showing the new girl around." He gestured towards me and introduced us. "Robin Hastings, this is Harleen Quinzel. She's one of the schools star gymnasts."

She extended her hand, and I shook it. Raising an eyebrow I said, "You got a little paint on your face there."

She brought up the sleeve of her off the shoulder black and red checked sweater, and rubbed her cheek with a smile. When she pulled it away to look at it, she gave out a high pitched giggle, "Thanks for tellin me!" The late bell rang. "Sorry gotta go! I hope I see you around Robin!." She ran off with a spring in her step.

"She seems nice."

Harvey replied, "She is, but she's a bit of a ditz. I dated her once. Not really my type. She is, to say the least, easily manipulated. But a doll nonetheless." He took in a quick breath, "There is one more place I need to show you. It's in the basement."

I looked at him questioningly. "The basement?"

"Yeah, but don't be scared, it's just the woodshop. Do you have that on your schedule?"

I took the paper out again to check. "Yup. With Mr. Wesker sixth period."

"That's the guy. Follow me." He stopped in front of a stairwell. The staircase only went down, and it was dimly lit. Two flights down we were standing in another long hallway. There were panes of glass feet apart from each other down the whole length. Looking in there were tools everywhere. Bandsaws, tablesaws, spray painting stations, drill press, plastic tubs filled with odd cut pieces of wood, and a huge pegged wall of tools.

"Is there anything that this school hasn't dished out a bunch of cash for?"

He gave a laugh, "Nope. Not really. This school has standards. In fact, I'm sure they are willing to do anything to look better than our rival school Bludhaven. That place is a shit hole. The better we look, the more recruiting they can do when parents come to sporting events and see how great the campus is."

I raised an eyebrow, "That seems a bit...evil."

"But you've met Ms. Waller." He gave a smirk, "She's a bit rough around the edges, if you couldn't tell."

I gave a smile back, "I guess you're right. So where to next?"

"Let's go back to the main building. I can show you a couple more rooms before the lunch bell rings." He cocks and eyebrow. "Then the real fun begins."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you've met Bruce and Harleen, but at lunch, you get to see the whole ecosystem in order. The chaos and clicks. The student body I get to rule over." He smugly stated.

He was a nice guy, but his ego was starting to show. "Ok, fine. Lead the way." We took the elevator back up to the first floor, and exited onto the lawn of the field again. It was starting to get cloudy out. My eyes wandered over to the bleachers again searching, but that guy was gone. We stopped in front of the doors to the domed building.

He pushed open the doors to reveal an open space covered with shiny polished wooden floors. Basketball nets at either end, the wooden bleachers were folded back against the walls. There were kids gathered in small groups doing various activities. We walked along the outskirts of the gym to a second room at the end. There, the smell of chlorine was rampant. Going through the doors, my eyes widened at the sight of an olympic sized pool. "So that's what the dome is for?"

"Your exactly right. On nice days in the summer, it folds back so you get that outdoor feeling." Looking around I noticed someone walking towards us. She had long red hair and green eyes. The one piece dark green swimsuit clung to her curvy wet body. He spoke in a hushed voice, "My girlfriend Pam is coming over." She gave him a hug while staring me down with a playful smile.

"And who might this be?" She released from him and looked me over.

"This is Robin. Waller has me showing her around on her first day."

"Well how presidential of you Harv." Her hand touched my arm lightly and glided down into a handshake. "Nice to meet you Robin. I'm Pamela Isley" Her touch felt addicting. She released my hand and Harvey came up hugging her from behind. "So how's the tour going so far?" She seemed to ignore him as he nuzzled her wet hair.

Awkwardly I replied, "Great. Just great. This school is amazing, and Harvey has been very informative."

She turned around and looked up at him, "Informative huh? Has he told you about the upcoming football game?" She laid a kiss on his cheek.

I blushed a little and averted my eyes, "No. No, he hasn't. I normally don't go to football games, or any school sporting events."

She turned back to me with a smirk, "That's too bad. I'd love to get to know you better outside of school. I mean, not just me, but the little crew we have too."

He piped in, "She's already met Harleen."

Her eyes lit up, "That's great! Maybe us girls can hang out sometime?"

I gave a nervous chuckle, "Sure. Maybe we can do that."

"Great! Harv, make sure she sits with us at lunch. If you'll excuse me, I need to wash the chemicals out of my hair. I love the water, but hate the shit they put in it. I'll see you two soon." And with that she casually walked off to the locker rooms.

I was a bit dumbfounded, "Well she certainly has a way with words."

His voice had a hint of longing to it, "I know right." He shook his head a little suddenly and snapped out of it. "Uh, let's continue." We walked back to the gym, when we heard a whistle blow. A middle aged gentleman with grey hair and blue eyes was arguing with a group of boys. "That's the gym teach for the boys. Mr. Wilson. He's an army vet. Tough as nails, but only for the right reasons." He pointed over to the other corner of the gym. "And that's the girls gym teacher Ms. Wu-San. She coaches just about every female sports team we have." She was a petite Asian woman with dark brown hair and dark eyes. Her presence was intimidating. "Don't let her looks fool you, she is kick ass when it comes to breaking up fights. Rumor has it she's a black belt."

"Good to know." I followed him through another set of doors leading back into the main building. The bell for fourth period rang and more students filled the hall.

AN: Ok, so we met some more characters. I hope I can still keep your attention. Things might blow up a little at lunch during sixth period. Thanks for reading!