Naomi awoke with a yawn.  She turned to face her alarm clock, and the red numbers seemed to scream at her, but they took a while to sink in.  8:45.  Shit!  I'm late!  Throwing off her down comforter, she tossed on a pair of grey sweatpants and a plain white tee-shirt with a black sweatshirt on top.  Running to the washroom only to brush her teeth and to tie her hair into a quick ponytail, she caught her reflection.  Not one of my better days.  Lucky for her, her mom wasn't home so she grabbed a Coffee Crisp and a can of Coke and ran out the door.  It was starting to get chillier in the mornings; after all, mid-Octobers could always be forecasted as such.

The week before, she had persuaded her mom to let her drive herself to school, so she jumped into her red Matrix Hatchback and put it into Drive.  That was all she had to show for the previous summer – a car.  After all, when she worked everyday in the summer, it wasn't hard to come up with the money.  She didn't spend on much else anyways, so did it matter if she spent it all on a car?

She arrived at the school at 9:05, arriving so late that she found herself with one of the worst parking spots in the whole lot.  She hiked her backpack onto her shoulder and locked the doors before she dashed off to English.

The plain white walls weren't all that inviting when they were lit by fluorescent lights and there was no one in them.  She ran into English with a simple, "Sorry I'm late."

Her teacher turned to see who the latecomer was.  The plump, middle-aged lady was an easy person to get along with; her cheerful eyes and a smile made anyone feel at home.  But that was when she was in a good mood.  She didn't approve of latecomers at all.  "Miss Watts, where were you when we all decided to start?" she questioned in a somewhat unkind tone.


"Oh my gosh.  Naomi, I'm so sorry I forgot to pick you up this morning."  Naomi turned to face her saviour, only to see Tom in an oversized DrunknMunky sweatshirt and a pair of oversized jeans.  "Mrs. Phelps, please don't take this out on Naomi.  It was my fault entirely.  I was supposed to pick her up this morning, but it completely slipped my mind.  That's why she's so late."

Mrs. Phelps then turned her attention to Naomi.  "Naomi, is this true?" she asked.

Naomi was dumbstruck for a moment.  Why is he helping me?  If I say his story's not true, we'll both be in trouble.  But if I say it's true, he'll think we're friends.  Thoughts flew through her head.  She took a deep breath and looked Mrs. Phelps square in the eye.  "Yes, it's true."

Tom had a smug smirk on his face.  What is he playing at?  Is this funny to him? she thought to herself.  Mrs. Phelps' voice snapped her out of her daydream.  "Very well, then.  Tom, if you insist on doing anymore good deeds, make sure you remember them.  And Naomi?  It might be more worthwhile to find a different chauffeur."

Titters came from the class.  She blushed and walked quickly to her seat.  A couple of weeks had passed since her last run-in with Tom, and he hadn't approached her since.  She still had to sit with him in English, but he had realized she didn't want anything to do with him.

"Well?  Don't you think I deserve a thank you?"  A voice broke her train of thought.  She turned around and saw Tom looking at her expectedly.  "C'mon, I just saved your life!"

"My life?  What are you talking about?" she glared at him.  "I was late.  That's not such a crime."

Tom yanked on his baseball cap and grinned.  "Do you want to have a reputation of the bad student before your first month here is up?  I could tell her now…"

"No!" she exclaimed, and then quickly looked up to see if Mrs. Phelps had heard her.  "I mean…we'd both be in huge trouble now for lying."

"That's sweet you're thinking about me," he grinned, putting on a dramatic face.

"Oh just shut up."

"Well, if you think about it, this is more of a conversation than we've had before, so why should I stop now?"

"Shut up."

"So are we friends now?"

"Shut up."

"C'mon!  You know you don't hate me that much!"

"I do, actually.  Shut up."

"At least I got more than a 'shut up' this time."

"Just shut it up.  I hate you.  End of story.  Got it?  Why can't you just leave me alone?"

"Cuz I just saved your…" Tom was cut off my Mrs. Phelps.

"Tom?  Did you have anything to share with the class?"

"No, ma'am."

Tom remained silent for the rest of the period to Naomi's relief..  It didn't keep him from occupying her thoughts that night, though.


[A/N]   Argh, I didn't realize this chapter was so short, so I'm really sorry.  I PROMISE the next one will be WAY longer, I just needed a bit of background info, you know?  I should have the next chapter up in a week.  Whoa, from 5 reviews to 17 reviews.  I feel smart =).  But I always say that.  Thanks to…

os:       Do you really think Naomi's scary?  I thought she had an interesting personality, I didn't really see her as SCARY…but hey, it's your opinion, hm?  Your next chapter's up, be happy!  Haven't talked to you for a while…=(.

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James: But I WANT the plot to move this way!  There's not much interest in the beginning to me, does anyone else think differently?  Really?  Her name means "bitter"?  I just liked the name!

InfectiousBunnie:       Yeah, I'm playing on the idea that people GREETED her, but no one was so "friendly" towards her.  I didn't want to do a whole school day with people greeting her, sitting through classes…I thought it'd get kind of boring.  Updating now…I'm such a loser.

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MySecreT:     You're rooting for Naomi!  That's the impression I wanted to give, everyone loves the underdog (…maybe she's not an underdog, I dunno =P)

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