"Ugh! You parked in my spot, Freak!" squeeled one of the most annoying voices I have ever heard. You know the ype, dog's squeaky chew toy comined with Valey-girl. It's horrible!

"I didn't see you name on it, Twink!" I retorted as I closed the door to my midnight blue 95 Eclipse. Across the hood of y car I could hear my best friend Colin, otherwise known as C, began to laugh.

"Ewww! It talked to me!" squealed the same voice yet again.

Turning I looked to Vanessa Prezio, the class 'air-head', aptly named that because she was our schools Cheerleading Captain. Unfortuneately she was one year older than me and to top it off, her brother was best friends with my older brother Steve. "Why don't I shove one of your hideously repulsive pom-pom's down your throat, " I hissedat her before heading towards the main courtyard of our school. Vanessa's cries of outrage echoing behind us.

"Ouch Tempest really brought out her true colours and on top of it she decided to add a dash of frost this morning!" teased Kurtis, or as he was apt to correct, Krypt.

"Oh bugger off, Krypt, " I grumbled out as I 'followed my nose' to a coffee vendor within the confines of our main courtyard.

"She hasn't had her life force yet," explained C as I ordered a doule shot expresso and a Caramelo-joe.

"Ahhhh..." Krypt ndded, taking my books from my grasp as I paid and tookmy life force in hand.

"I don't know how you can stand that stuff and not be as jittery as hell." remarked C in awe as I proceeded to down the expresso with a much welcomed sigh.

"It does explain why she's so short thought, "snickered Krypt, making sure I heard it coming from his 6'3" frame.

Luckily for myself I began to wake up with coffee in my system. Too bad I have a wicked arm, and viciously accurate aim.

Turning slightly I tossed my empty cup into Krypts face. Hitting bulls eye. Right between the eyes!

The grunt it gained was well accounted for as both C and myself burst out into laughter.

Our humour was short lived thought as a large flock of jocks swooped in on us from behind. Ahh the joys of our schools soccer team, they figured they could score all the time, be it on or off the field.

Most days we anaged to avoid the teams, hell each team was like a mafia gang. Soccer and Rugy got along greatly, then there were the basketball 'stars' along with the football goonies. Those four were usually the most unbearable, especially due to the fact that over half of the basketball players play football. The remaining teams, Lacross, Hockey and Baseball, all seemed to get along well with the others. In simple terms, it was hell.

Just our luck that the Rugby and Soccer teams were out in full swing this morning.

The guys swooped on in, grabbing and pulling Kurtis and Colin away from me. The Soccer team had found out the hard way that we fought back, this time the Rugy players had us.

"Nice aim, Sanchez," remarked an all too disgustingly sly voice just over my left shoulder. If I had had my way, my coffee would be on display down the front of Will Neison, Cambleton Highs' Soccer Star.

"Get bent Neilson," I shot back trying to get my wrists free from two huge guys that appeared to have had one too many hits and concusions. I could already feel the bruises forming on my wrists.

"Yikes Neilson, seems as if your girlfriend needs a muzzle."

My struggling faltered for a moment. Had my ears just decieved me, or had I heard Jasper Callahauns' voice behind me as well? Great, the 'soccer star' and the Quarterback, ganging up on me. Just what I needed. Oh man does this morning suck already and I haven't even stepped into the halls.

The two goonies let go of my wrists, which were bruised. Assholes! But I decided to wait until I was alone before I rubbed and checked over my wrists.

Gradually I turned aout to find myself looking at Cambelton Highs heart-throbs. It was hell on earth.

A cocky smirk was riding up on the right corner of Will's mouth, his ocean blue eyes were dancing with mischieviousness, and he just couldn't help but look down his perfectly straight nose at me. Not that it was hard to look down at me. The guy was easily 6 feet, and lean, not spindly like C was. His hair grew out in a riot of curls that I had always envied and wanted to run my fingers through, but I'd never divulge that information, to anyone.

So instead I added on to Jaspers' comment, "For once he has a point, Vanessa sounds like she's in dire need of some cheese to go with that whine. Or could you be real nice and put the bitch down, an out of her misery?"

My comment served it's purpose and off stormed will, but not before he ground out, "She's not my girlfriend."

Grinning I turned once more to head off, and ended up looking at a chest blocking my path.

My gaze gradually traveled up over a black wife beater that was hugging a rather sculpted chest magnificantly. Definately nothing like his step-sister Vanessa.

But the look was a big mistake on my behalf.

"Find something you like, or should I put you down like you wanted my step-sister to be?" The voice, deep and rather smug sent off all the warning bells, whistles and alarms my brain could trigger.

The chest belonged to Jasper Callahauns.

"No I was just wondering what I could ruin your black shirt with..." and with that I dumped my remaining coffee onto him.

His growl of rage caused my misty blue eyes to shoot on up to a pair of smoldering green ones, and boy oh boy did he look pissed off.

I just smirked up into his face.

Now, you see Jasper isn't like your usual jock. Not in the least. Jasper is a 'rebel' of sorts. Not really a punk, but not really a skater, with a bit of Jock mixed in.

The combo bites the big one, at least where I am concerned.

Jasper's got back hair that tends to scraggle into his eyes, and I always want to brush it to the side, a pierced eyebrow and ultiple tattoo's. Sure he isn't allowed to have piercings, but he puts in a tiny bar and tapes it down.

...Or so I hear...

The guy is good looking.

I can't fault him on it, though try as I might. I just can't.

Too bad he's one of them.

"YOU LITTLE BITCH!"

But even as he went to grab me, I was off. Getting to C and Krypt in record time.

"Don't drop the soap in the showers!" I called back, grinning up to my friends as we headed for the main doors in the courtyard.

The group of jocks was left behind grumbling angrily that their sport had gotten away.

"Fuck what is wrong with her!?" ground out Jasper, "I saved her ass and she poured coffee on me!"

"That's cuz she's a freak at the best and worst of times.." piped up a voice walking up ehind Jasper. It belonged to none other than Vanessa Prezio.

"Yeah, whatever." shrugging it off Jasper gave Vanessa an odd look, "Is there anything else?"

"Ummm, duh! Dad said you needed to like pick up some groceries....and umm like don't forget."

Jasper rolled his eyes, he hated when his step-sister played off being the ditzy blonde. His step-dad must be out of his chair when he figured that his daughter would remember the list. "Where's the list?"

"The..uh..what?" was the intenional airheaded reply.

"Nevermind, I'll call Phill later." Then Jasper and his 'gang' headed off, leaving Vanessa with Will behind.

"Well fuck this weeks of to a shitty start.." muttered Will as he lazily draped his arms over Vanessa's shoulders.

"Don't worry about Jasper, he's just in a bitchy mood cuz I took his car out last night and I didn't refill the tank." Vanessa grinned.

If it wasn't for the fact that she loved playing out the ditz, Vanessa would have been all right. But she loved to annoy her step-brother at school when everyone knew she wasn't as air-headed as she acted.

...Well almost everyone...

"Ugh!" I slammed my locer shut causing a group of niners to jump, "God, why won't those three leave me alone!?"

"Proably because they love to play up their 'parts' at school. The three have always been tight, even before Jasper's mom married Vanessa's dad. An' then there is Will... Will's always hung out with the two o' them, just because they enjoy aking people eary when they are present and together doesn't mean they hate each other. They just play it out that way, ya know?" stated the ever fully informed Krypt.

"Whatever, I don't care....And yea, I know.." sighing I shook my head.

"Today's the pit's.." muttered C as we all headed off together to go to our block A class.

A.N. Hope you guy's enjoy this first chappy...Trust me, once I have time to type up the other2 chappy's they will be up pronto!