What the hell?” Mercedes wiped her eyes and hid under the covers. Bridget went to the bathroom to brush up. She brushed her white teeth and tugged the brush through her mid length brown hair. While her straightner was warming up, she chose her outfit which was her Seven Jeans (that her mom made her buy unwillingly) and a classic black tank top and black choker with a silver star in the middle. To top off her badass outfit she chose her converse embroidered with her handwritten lyrics to her favorite songs. When she finished Mercedes and Isabel were still choosing outfits. She grabbed her backpack and waved to her new friends. Her first class was Mr. Perry in room 8A . Following her trusty map, she arrived at her destination with ten minutes to spare. She pulled out her Ipod and played Liar by Taking Back Sunday. She hardn’t heard Isabel come up and plop herself next to her. Isabel tapped Bridget’s shoulder asking for a headphone. Bridget handed one over and glanced at the boys who started arriving around Isabel and herself.

“Hey Isabel, who’s your new friend,” said a abercombie-esque boy.

“ This is Bridget.” Isabel said matter-of-factly.

This boy held out his hand, “Hey, I’m Sean.”

Bridget smiled and walked toward her class with Isabel trailing behind. Mr. Perry was sitting behind his desk waiting for his students to enter. Upon entering Bridget saw a piece of paper at the front of the class. She walked over to it and found out that it was seating arrangements. Her seat was in the back and over two seats away form her was Isabel. Mr. Perry passed out the Syllabus containing the course highlights. Apparently they were supposed to do “get to know you projects” with their assigned partner and write a paper about that person. He called out names, finally he got to her name.

“Bridget Kaska and Nick Fila.” called their teacher.

Nick, Nick, Troy’s Nick? She recalled that Nick was Troy’s friend/dorm mate that he introduced her to last night. finished soon enough and called out “ Pair up and fill out the packet of questions on your desk.” Nick walked over to the back of the room and pulled the desk next to Bridget’s.

“So we should start”, Nick said only half meaning it.

“Ok, first, Full name?” She asked.

“Nick Trevor Fila. You?” He asked as she scribbled away on a pad of paper.

“Bridget Anastasia Kaska.” Bridget put down her pencil.

Nick wrote down her answer. “ I think this might be easier if we did this online. All this tension is killing me.”

He laughed as he finished. Just at that moment the bell rang, Isabel ran up behind her. “God that was horrible, luckily, I got his email, instead of socializing with that dork. How was Nick?” Bridget stuffed his aim into her pocket. “It was ok, I got his AIM.” Isabel latched her arm through Bridget’s, “ Good, He hates talking in person. Let’s go otherwise we’ll be late.” Isabel grabbed her and hauled her off to Ms. White’s Class.

Bridget thought that her class was rather painless for being a history class. The next few classes breezed through for Bridget. Mr. Riley was Science with Mercedes. When they entered the classroom she saw Troy and John sitting next to each other.

“Well look who it is, if it isn’t Miss, Bridget and Miss. Mercedes.” John called. The table behind was free. They decided to crash there for the remainder of the break until class started.

“Hey John, “ Mercedes said.

Troy looked at Bridget, “Hey Bridget, what’s up?” Bridget looked into his blue eyes, ready to answer when walked out side and called them to attention.

“We will be starting Chemistry. Partner up, boy girl. Choose wisely they are you’re partners for the whole unit. “ said in a droney voice which was hard to understand. John turned around.

“Mercedes, I would be honored to have you as my partner.” John said, sounding like a perfect gentleman.

“Sure, but I’m not doing all the work.” Mercedes said matter-of- factly as if it had happened to her in the past.

“No promises.” John said.

Troy turned around, “Partner?”

“Sure.”

Troy motioned to Mercedes, “Switch?”

They switched seats in a matter of seconds. Soon the bell rang. Troy looked at Bridget.

“What’s your next class?”

Bridget looked at her schedule, “ P.E. Whoo,” sarcasm falling from her words.

Troy smiled, “ So do I.”

They walked together to gym where they saw a young, rather cute man yelling at the students to sit down on the bleachers. Obviously he was dead set on them siting on the bleachers not on the field...or the ground. The students filed in quietly, which showed Bridget this is not a teacher to be messed with even though he reminded you of an Abercrombie model. Once everyone was seated Mr. Son began his talk, which captivated almost all the female students including Bridget.

“ As this your last year of P.E. for most of you, I suspect you all will work very hard and achieve high standard goals. First is track unit, then is….” No matter how hot the P.E. teacher was, Bridget still didn’t have the concentration to pay attention to his droning voice. She finally snapped out of it once Troy nudged her, “ And last is swimming, each requires a physical and written test.” Great, Bridget thought to herself, I know nothing of sports, except Soccer.