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The term 'Grow on you' does not mean that anything will infact, grow on you. It simply means that one would eventually get use to the situation at hand. And although it had only been one day in the tiny little town of Seeder Springs, Stacy had fully made up her mind. This town would certainly not grown on her. And as she strolled down the surprisingly busy hallways of Seeder Springs High, it made it offical when she saw who was staying by her new locker.

There were three of them. Complete strangers, yet Stacy thought she'd seen them before. In movies about cheesy high school dramas. These three boys were were the typical jocks clad with matching football team jackets. Stacy almost had to stop and stare, as if she were peering at a specimen behind thick glass at a zoo. It would be the first time she'd seen an authentic football jock up close. Not even in her old city had they existed.

But the girl managed to keep up her stride, ignoring them as she stopping in front of the navy blue locker. She glanced at them every so often while she applied a combination to the lock quickly. They merely stood in a casual manner a few feet away, smirking a cracking an unrecognizable joke ever few moments as they watched her. She arched a brow, but continued taking a look at the various books arleady placed in her locker for her - Hospitality she assumed was common around town.

Now, Stacy is a strong girl. She by no means is a damsel in distress. Though she may never pick a fight, she will show her claws once pushed into a corner far enough. So you can imagine when one of the boys shut the locker in her face and surrounded her, a frown already washed itself across her tanned face.

"Can I help you?" She asked politely.

"Yeah," One said, "You're the new girl from California, right?"

"Yes," She replied, folding her arms over her binder.

"So, are you like, one of those chicks that always wears those skimpy bikinis to the beach all the time?"

Stacy frowned, "I dont like swimming at the beach." She explained.

"Then...What do you do?"

"I know this is probably hard to believe for you, but there actually other things to do then go to the beach in California."

Another jock grinned widely, "Like dancing at night clubs, right?"

She snorted, "Hardly."

Fortunately, the bell rang for lunch, letting Stacy escape from the pack of boys. She glanced over her shoulder and shot a curious glance at the three before rounded the corner. Exiting through the doors, she was greeted by a peaceful scene of the school's courtyard. Some students past through on their way to the lunch room, while other took joy in eating outside.

It was strange for Stacy. Strange that it seemed a bit too perfect. It was not crowded like at her old middle school. Maybe there was more room in high school, what with different lunch periods and such. Plus, after all, it was a smaller head count. Stacy assumed about three hundred kids attending at the most.

Making her way down the cement steps, she stopped in surprise at the beautiful fountain in front of her. It looked like it was made of white marble. There were two stone doves at the top with three levels pouring down before all the water fell down into the large base. Several kids were sitting on the wide edges, some talking to the janitor that was obviously taking pirde as he polished it.

"Wow..." She muttered.

"Definitely an eyebrow raiser, huh?"

Stacy jumped a bit, turning to the voice that interupted her moment.

"Oh, did a scare you? Sorry about that."

It was a boy. He was a bit taller than her, pale in the face. He tilted his head out of habit, flipping the blonde bangs that covered his grey eyes. "Im Nigel," He introduced, "Im starting junior year."

"Ooh, upperclassman!" Stacy grinned, "I guess I should fear you right? Im fresh meat after all."

Nigel laughed charmingly, "Yeah, I heard about you. California gal, right?"

The smile dropped, turning into a pout, "Is it really that...Exciting for you people around here?" She asked, started to walk toward the cafeteria doors. Nigel feigned thought for a moment, following, "Hmm. Well, it's not everyday we get new kids here, if you know what I mean." He explained, gesturing to the small population around him.

"So...You're not fully new?" Stacy questioned as they pulled up to the short lunch line (Something Stacy had never seen before). Nigel stopped beside her, shaking his head, "I've pretty much been here all my life." He said, grabbing a tray for himself and her. She took it gladly and placed it down along the line.

"Oh, Im Stacy-"

"-Parker, right?" The girl stared at him.

He grinned, taking a slice of pizza from under the hot lamp, "My mom works in the office."

Stacy cracked a smile as well, "Oh good. I thought you were a stalker for a minute there." She joked, getting a slice of her own. Nigel shrugged, "Ya never know..."

She rolled her eyes as they got up to the register. Pausing she sighed exasperatingly, "Ah man."

"What's wrong?"

"I didnt get an ID card yet."

"ID card?"

"You know, to buy lunch?"

Nigel and several other kids around her, including the lunch lady chuckled a bit. She stared around herself in puzzlment. "What?"

"You dont need those at this school, sweetie." The woman said, "2.50 will do just fine."

"Oh," Stacy was embaressed for the first time in a long time. She fumbled with the cash in her pocket, pulling out three dollars. Taking the change back, Stacy paused, walking slowly away from the line wondering if she should wait for Nigel while he small-talked with the lunch lady a bit. She was just about to find a spot of her own before the boy caught up with her at the door.

"Hey, wait up," He called, haulting beside her. Stacy arched a brow, "Dont you have some friends to eat with?"

He shrugged, "I think they'll understand if I help you out, right?"

"Help? Is there something more complicated to this school than I can see?" She asked, setting her tray down on an empty picnic table in the courtyard. He settled down across from her, opening up his can of soda. "Nothing more than at your old school, Im guessing."

Stacy shook her head, "Actually, this is completely different than my old schools."

"Really,"

"Pft! Hello, you have an imperial fountain in the middle of the path to get to the lunchroom."

"So our funds are efficent enough. It's not like were scraping up change for the whopping two-hunred and fifty kids here."

Stacy left out a 'hmph', scanning the eating area. "What about them?" She pointed over at the three boys that were bothering her earlier. They stood around a table across the courtyard, flirting with some girls of assumably equal stature. Nigel followed her gazed and arched a brow, "What, fall of him already?"

"Fall for who?"

"Riley Davis," Nigel said curtly.

"Wait! Let me guess. Quarterback, captain of the football team."

"Yeah. How'd you know?"

Stacy leaned back on her bench chair, crossing her arms. Her face showed she was astonished, "You're kidding me, right?"

"No..."

"And that girl he's talking to. Dont tell me she's the captain of the cheer squad and prettiest girl in school!"

"That pretty much summed it up...Are you sure you're not the stalker? Or a pyschic?"

"Holy crap!" Stacy burst out into a fit of giggles, clutching the edge of table for support, "It's like I just walked into Rydell High! Tell me Danny, have you been racing Grease Lightenin' lately or is it still in the shop?"

Nigel rolled his eyes, taking a bite of his pizza, "A big city joke Im not in on or something?"

Stacy calmed down, waving it off, "Im sorry. It's just - Really...Cliche for me I guess?"

"Yeah well, it's just life here. It'll grow on you."

The girl snorted at the phrase, "Yeah. Sure."