Chapter 2

*Garrett's POV*

Today was our first day of classes. The first course I had was biology. Logan is in my biology course and he kept calling the professor, the teacher, which got on my nerves. I would have been okay with taking Biology if Jasmine hadn't told me that we were going to disect animals like cats. The whole time I was thinking about it and how my cat, Mittens, might be related to the cat I disect. I think I may have had a disgusted look on my face, because before I knew it my professor was talking to me.

"Mr. Spenger," he asked. "Do you have a problem with going to chapter three in your textbook?"

"No, sir!" I replied, frantically flipping through the pages until I got to chapter 3.

*Jasmine's POV*

I had Geometry first. There was no one I knew in my class, but I think everyone else was just as nervous as I was. It didn't look like anyone knew each other. I sat in a desk next to a guy in a blue sweater. I didn't recognize him, but as soon as I sat down, he seemed to recognize me.

"Jasmine?" he asked.

"Yeah? How did you know my name?" I asked him, a little creeped out.

"Uh, Jasmine, it's me, Max," he said.

"What? Max?" I asked.

"Yeah, the one_"

"I know who you are," I interupted. "I just didn't recognize you."

"It's not because I'm not wearing a tuxedo is it?" he asked.

"No, of course not," I told him.

"Well, do you think you could reconsider going out?" he asked me. I looked down at my feet, I wasn't wearing heels.

"Wait, I'm not wearing high heels," I said, surprised.

"No, I like you for who you are, not for what you wear, can you say the same for me?" he asked.

"No, I'm sorry, Max, I have a boyfriend," I told him.

"Oh," he said, I could hear the disappointment in his voice. "Okay then."

*Lindy's POV*

When I got to my English course, there was no one there I knew, or so I thought. I had just sat down when I saw her. From halfway across the room, I saw her long hair and her so called "perfect" eyes. I hid, I couldn't let her see me. But it was too late. Sherri was already on the way over.

"Well if it isn't Little Lindy Bunchy Booty!" she sang, walking over. I scowled, she hadn't become any more mature.

"Hi, Sherri," I snapped. Our conversation wasn't a sweet one, but it was broken up when our professor walked in.