"HARLEY!"

My eyes were still lingering where he had been only a couple moments before when the two voices snap me back to reality. I turn around to see Pamela and Selena sprinting up to me.

"Where have you been? Me and Sel here have been looking everywhere for you."

"I've-"

"Come on guys, I'm starving."

The lunch room was jammed pack by the time we finally got there. Luckily with Red and Selena by my side I got through the line pretty quickly.

"Ew, What kind of food is this?"

I mumble quietly to myself seeing a gooey mixture dumped onto my tray. I bet the food at Arkham is better then this crap. I swear if this thing starts to move I'm going to be on the next plane to Metropolis.
Red and Selina continued to chit chat as I gazed across the lunch room. Part of me was looking for him, too see if he was here.
Let me tell you, Gotham High's lunchroom is the stereotypical type. Food flying everywhere, groups gathered based on interest and of course students talking over each other.
In the West Corner of the room, the jock's which were lead by Walton and Diego. They were all huddled around the table that looked far to small for them. Diego voice was so loud I could hear him from across the room, discussing some sort of sports analogy I didn't care to understand.

On the complete other side of the room, the farthest point possible from the Jock's was Eddie's table. If I had to put a label on it, the Geek's table. Along with a couple unfamiliar faces there was Eddie, Johnny and some plump kid dressed in black and white. I can't remember his name at the moment.

We (a.k.a Pamela) decided to sit outside for lunch. A table conveniently placed under a tree which gave off just enough shade. Selena didn't seem to care where we sat, she was so hunger.

"Oh Harley I almost forgot."

Red took a moment to dig through her book bag. She pulled out a yellow piece of paper.

"Here, I thought since you were new you might want to try out. It's a good way to get your name out there, not to mention hang with cute guys."

Pamela passed the flyer over towards Selena, signaling her to pass it to me.

"She doesn't want to be apart of your stupid team Pam."

Her voice had turned cold, not the friendly chipper that had existed between the two moments ago. Selena crinkled the paper into a ball, tossing it behind her without even looking. Of course Eddie had to be passing by. The crumbled flyer ricocheted off his head into his lunch slop. The look on his face, absolutely priceless. It took all my self control to prevent myself from laughing. His face looked so confused and disturbed at the same time, I wish I had my camera with me. Of course Selena's grumbling didn't stop Red from handing me another one of her paper's.

~CHEERLEADING TRYOUTS~
Monday 5 - 7
Football Field
Come with a cheer, dance and a peppy attitude.
* Positions will be determined by Head Cheer Captain Pamela Isley. *

Peppy Attitude? That didn't really seem like Red's type. Not that she wasn't friendly but I just didn't picture her as the cheerful type. Cheerleading did seem fun but would I really have the time? With my studies and all I didn't plan to part take in any extra curricular activities here at Gotham. Maybe I should do this, I did tell myself I would be different this time around, not the geek I once was. No, I'm going to be a cheerleader. My train of thought was intrupeted by Pam.

"Of course, Black and Gold may be a bit cliché but-"

Selena cleared her throat in a loud manner. Automatically stopping Pamela from finishing her sentence. Her hands were placed on her hips as she glared back at Pamela.

"What's wrong with black?"

Her foot tapped softly waiting for Miss Isley to respond. Selena's brow was lifted slightly as if she took Red's statement offensively. Now that I think about it Selena's whole look was black leather, her high heeled boots, her mini skirt, everything. Pamela looked calm, not even slightly sorry that she may have pissed Selena off.

According to Eddie; Pamela was great with words, knowing how to get herself out of almost any situation. Of course he was a male saying that. Surely Red's words were not the only thing assisting her point.

"Nothing's wrong with it it's just -"

"Not green."

Selena's comment was under her breath but just loud enough for Pamela to catch what she said. Some kids like Eddie and Johnny got up from their seats, knowing this wasn't going to end well. Other's like some of the football player's crept forward. My bet was they were hoping to catch a cat fight. Red's eyes narrowed, now annoyed. I had to intervene but how? I didn't no either well enough to stop them plus what if they both turn on me? Luckily it didn't come down to that, the bell rang signaling that all of us had to leave for our next class. I wasn't so sure what Selena or Red had but as for myself it was Writing Composition.

"Come on Harles, your next class is right next to mine..."

I didn't even bother asking how Red knew my schedule. She seemed to have a lot of connections in this school. Selena spun around quickly, storming out in a dramatic exit. Once out of sight Red walked away slowly, as if nothing had happened.

"She's just pissed because I beat her out of being captain last year."

"Why would she be mad at you? Doesn't the principle select-"

"Yes HE does, that's why she's mad."

Pamela sighed, crossing her arms. She knew what everyone at the school thought. It was all Selena's fault for starting the foolish rumor in the first place. Might as well fill the new girl in before Selena had the chance to.

"Last year Selena was so anger she spread the rumor around that the only way I got the position over her was because I..."

She tapped her chin softly, trying to think of the right word.

"-Persuaded him."

"You mean like-"

"Yeah."

"Oh."

Not another word was spoken, even when we split up for class. The room was dead silent as I entered. I find a seat located in the first groups of desks. Perfect. Just as I'm about to sit down, a football player shoved there bag on the seat .
"Hey!"
A couple of kids turn around, surprised at the sudden noise. I wasn't stupid, I knew this had to have something to do with what had happened earlier today. The thing that bugged me most was he didn't even try to act like he didn't hear me. His smug smile across his face told all.
"Fine."
I cross my arms, heading back farther in the classroom. Too my dismay it was more of the same. Finally I got to the last available seat, all the way in the back of the classroom. My voice was quiet, tired of being shoved out of everywhere.

"May I sit here?"

Silence, class was about to start. I had to find somewhere to sit. This was ridiculous! My voice raises, annoyed at all this fuss. I drop my books onto the desk.

"Hey kid! I asked if I can sit here."

The boy looked up, startled at being talked too. He took a moment to take his head phones out of his ears.

"Oops, I didn't realize...I though you were just being..."

I fumble through my words, trying to apologize. I hear the sound of whispers and snickering. My face was turning more and more pink by the moment. That was when I recognized the boy. Dark brown hair, silver glasses outlining his blue eyes. Of course it was Johnny Crane. At least it was a familiar face.

"Yeah, You can sit here..."

"Thanks."

I sit down, slinging my backpack on the back of the chair. One thing about Johnny his voice was quiet but kind. He didn't even seem to take offense to my outburst or simply didn't catch it. I couldn't even imagine my voice coming out that quiet. I pull my journal out, writing down more of my observations.

•NEVER EVER bring up cheerleading with Selena, or her wardrobe choices.

•Pack lunch, school's food looks like a science experiment gone wrong. Speaking of science experiment the science fair is coming up soon. Must figure out a project.

3 Who is Jack Napier? 3

"Attention Class, Mrs Bullock is absent today so your writing assignment is on the board. Please turn it in at the end of class. "

The words on the board were a blur to me. My squinting only made matter's worse. Of course out of all my classes, this was the only one I wasn't able to grab a seat up front.
Here's a secret, I need glasses.
I didn't bring them today mostly because of what happened at my old school, the academy of Metropolis. The names I had received there only discouraged my studies...four eyes, point dexter, geek of the week. I didn't want to be called any of those things at this new school.

"Psst... Johnny."

He looked up,

"Can you tell me what the prompt is?"

He had a puzzled look on his face, trying to figure out why I was asking him. Before he could get a word out edge wise I continued on;

"Victor is in my way...I- I can't see from this angle...please."

I pleaded not wanting to make even more of a fool of myself by asking what the prompt was out loud. People would think I could not read or worse would suggest glasses. He gives a slight nod,

"Alright, it says in 3 to 5 sentence write the reason you feel you are at Gotham High."

"Thank's Johnny you, I owe you one."

A soft smile came across his face before looking back to his notebook. That prompt was do simple. Instantly the answer become clear to me.

Writing Prompt #1 -Harleen Quinzel
The reason I feel I'm at Gotham High today is receive a good education. This is in effort to pursue my dreams. Also I'm here to start over from the dreadful academy of Metropolis high. Finally I feel I'm here to learn, and meet the interesting new people in Gotham.

Did they really expect us to take this whole class to write? Bored I, peer over at Johnny's notebook.

"So, What are you writing about?"

"Huh? Oh...well...errr..."

Yet again, He looked shocked that I actually wanted to speak with him. From the way he stumbled through his words I learned one thing. I was trying to have a conversation with the most unsocial person in Gotham High.