So here I am sitting in a car with five males, all but one older than myself. I’m a girl if you didn’t know. Most people would freak and say “No fucking way?!”, but not I. Not I who will be a smartass, tomboy, can’t make friends with girls, virgin till thirty, girl.

I just can’t help it. Every time I try to make friends with a girl, they think I’m weird or they just run away from me and say that I’m mean. Well maybe it’s due to the fact that I look almost like a man. My hair is cut short (kind of like the bowl cuts from when we were little except it’s not as even), no makeup, I’m tall (6’0”), and I have no female anatomy whatsoever. Well, maybe I do, I wear sports bras so often that I can’t really tell anymore.

Well, back to why I’m in this car. It’s one of those nice ones that rich parents give their kids (with a driver no less), black, sleek, wish I could drive it. Anyways, my five only friends and I go to a private school and we’re pretty much in the top of the class. I take pride in saying that I am ranked seventh out of all.

“Andi, why don’t you roll down the window?” That’s Tarik. He’s a couple months older than me, and he’s ranked second in our class. His dad is some bigshot business man, he’s the one who owns this car.

“nah, it’s chilly.” I hate the cold.

“Ok than why don’t I just go over there and kick your ass?”

“You wouldn’t hit a girl now would you?” I put on the most obnoxious face I could come up with.

“Come on Tarik, stop picking on her.” Maximus is slightly younger than me and Tarik. Max is the son of an architect, his mom brings in the bacon so to say. He's fifth in our class.

“I want to play some guitar hero.” The youngest by a lot, Fitzroy or Fitzy. He is ranked ninth overall.

“Fitzy, stop crying, we will play when we get to Tarik’s place.” Gerrard or Gerr is the tallest and oldest of us all. He’s ranked fourth in our class.

Aiden is the second oldest, first in the class and best friends with Tarik, he also annoys the hell out of me because he’s so quiet all the time. At least I wish he would be…..all…..the time…..

“It’d be wise for you to roll down the window Andi.” I gave him the death glare. I did not want to roll down the fucking window, why does he always go against my wishes? Ah whatever.

I rolled down the window, shivered, and slouched deeper in the somewhat crammed seat we all shared.

So anyways, I’m pretty poor, at least compared to all these buffoons. They have either rich families or just get lots of dough from their academic achievements. Max is an artist and has one a couple of high priced awards for his talents. Gerrard plays the piano, very very well. Tarik is just rich from his family and Fitzy is a phenomenal volleyball player. Aiden plays the piano, is a starting goalie for the soccer team, and the future king of our country. Arranda.

I play the cello and am in the chorus club after school. I guess I’m not as high ranking or as talented as the boys but, I really don’t think that I am behind them either. Still, I do as much as I can to become friends with girls. The guys make fun of my attempts at times but, after I met each of them, they have made it their goal to make me become a girl. (not that I already wasn’t .;)

“Yay we’re finally here! Tarik, you’re house is so far from school!” Fitzy poked his head out the window, by climbing over me. He’s a young looking boy, just a tad shorter than myself. His folks are from Germany, so he has a bit of an accent, as well as beautiful blond hair that I am very envious of. He poked his head back and smiled with his bright hazel eyes.

“Clamber on out now will you Andi?” Tarik’s green eyes sharpened with his black frowning eyebrows.

I swished my head uneasily. “Yeah, yeah, hold your horses.”

I got out of the car and stretched. Fitzy was right, it was a long drive, about twenty minutes from our school, plus there was the fact that all six of us were packed in. I looked up to the white (was it marble?) mansion of Marik.

“Holy baloney.” My house was not nearly as big. My parents are not exactly well off…..as we’d say….

“Wow Tariky-kins, you have a lovely home.” I laughed as Max stuck his smiling face over Tarik’s shoulder. Max almost looked as if he was trying to be polite, but I knew that he was just mocking what a usual girl of Tarik’s would say.

“Shut up idiot, you’ve been here before.” Max’s light brown hair was now cut off from my view as Aiden slowly walked in front of me.

“What do you want Aid?” I pouted sideways. He looked at me than turned to Tarik.

“Are we going to go in?” Tarik smirked and nodded. I sighed and then just went along. I am still wondering though. WHY DOES HE ALWAYS HAVE TO BE A JERK?!?!?!

A/N: Holy shinikes! This is a terrible story! I’m sorry! But, I wanted to post it. It’s going to be a shorty. Perhaps seven chapters at most. I just needed something to get my creative juices flowing. BTW, to all those who want to see some of my art, go to my manga blog and post me comments!!!!: windwhist. Pretty please? As usual, comment me with death threats and unruly sorts of pain so that I’ll be motivated to continue writing .