Crystal's POV

"It's okay." The voice chuckled.

I brushed a strand of brown hair behind my ear and looked up into chocolate brown eyes.

He was very tall, had brown hair, brown eyes, and seemed very active, considering his slight muscles.

"I'm very sorry again." I blinked.

"No, it's my fault. I wasn't looking where I was going. Here, let me help you." He helped me pick up my books.

"Thank you... uh..."

"Ashton."

I smiled. "Crystal. Nice to meet you and sorry again to bump into you."

He shook his head and smiled. "Oh no, it's not a problem."

I nodded and smiled.

"Hey, what class are you going to? I can walk you there."

"That's okay. I can do it. But hey, maybe we can sit together at lunch?" He seemed upset until I mentioned lunch. His face lit up.

"Yeah, sure! See you then!"

The bell rang.

"Bye!" I waved and ran off to my homeroom.

~~~

I sat next to a girl with blonde hair and purple highlighted bangs. Her nose was in a book written in Greek.

"Hey uh, may I sit here, please?" I tapped her shoulder.

She looked up. She had brown eyes with a hint of blue.

"Huh? Oh, yeah! Of course!" She put down her book and grinned.

"I'm Imogen Brookstone! Are you new?" She asked.

I nodded. "Yep! I'm Crystal and I just moved here from Texas. You can call me Crys, though."

She held out her hand and I shook it. "Nice to meet you! Are you liking Kaspersky so far?"

"Yeah. It's actually kind of cool!" I replied.

"If I were you, I would stay away from the popular kids. They think they so much better than us, so they treat us like crap." Imogen said with a scowl.

I nodded. "Well, we don't have popular girls in my school but we do have stuck up donkeys!"

"What's the difference?" She laughed.

I snorted but then covered my mouth. I hate my laugh. I sound like a pig.

"Sorry." I mumbled.

"For what? Your laugh? Don't be! I like it!" She said.

"Okay class! Enough talking and get out your books. Open it to page 345 please!" The teacher Mrs. Hickey said.

"I wonder how she got the name?" Someone whispered loudly.

Mrs. Hickey just glared and continued teaching.

I smiled and got out my book.

~~~

The bell rang and everyone rushed out the door.

"Hey, Imogen? Do you know where room 1738 is? I have Algebra II there." I asked.

"Um, yeah. It's past the pool and on your left about 5 doors." She said and left in the opposite direction.

I headed over towards the direction she pointed. I entered the doors to the pool. Almost immediately, I slipped on a puddle. I closed my eyes, waiting for impact.

It never came.

I opened my eyes to see happy blue ones looking back at me. I realized that I had fallen into his arms. I quickly scrambled up, blushing.

"You have to be careful around here." He smirked, running a hand in his wet caramel hair.

Very messy caramel hair.

"Um, yeah. Thanks for the tip." I tried not to look at his shirtless chest.

"Are you new?" He asked.

"Is it that obvious?" I groaned.

"Kind of. You just radiate 'new kid'." He chuckled.

I blushed and looked down.

"Sorry. My name is Ethan Smith. You are?"

"Crystal Clearwater." I replied.

"Nice name. I like it." He smirked again.

"Thanks."

"Smith! Stop flirting, and get your butt back into the water!" Someone yelled.

"Bye, Crystal!" He waved and jumped back into the pool.

~~~

I rushed to my seat before the bell rang. Seconds after my butt connected with the chair, the bell rang. I sighed in relief.

"Class, I want you to explain why the x-coordinates of the points where the graphs of the equations y = f(x) and y = g(x) intersect are the solutions of the equation f(x) = g(x); find the solutions approximately, e.g., using technology to graph the functions, make tables of values, or find successive approximations. Include cases where f(x) and/or g(x) are linear, polynomial, rational, absolute value, exponential, and logarithmic functions. You have until the end of class." Ms. Athena said.

The class groaned. I smiled. It was actually quite easy. After about 20 minutes, I finished and turned my paper in. Ms. Athena's eyes widened. I went back to my desk and pulled out my book. I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Hey, can you help me?" A boy with a pale, slim face asked.

He had dark eyes and matching hair. He smiled kindly.

"Sure." I scooted closer to him and looked at his paper.

"Ah, here's where you went wrong. If f(x) is 5, and g(x) is -3, you have to start at 5 and bring it to where the line meets an intersection with a point." I explained.

He frowned. "Like this?"

"No, almost. You went the wrong direction."

He sighed. "I'll never get it. Math was never a thing I was good at."

"It's okay. I had trouble with this when I first learn Algebra." I smiled.

"How old were you?" He looked at me.

"...Seven..." I blushed. "Anyway, enough about me. What's your name?"

"Flynn Tucker."

"Well, Flynn. If you get this equation right, I'll buy you desert at lunch." I said.

"Really?"

I nodded.

~~~

"So, like this?" Flynn asked.

"Yes! Great job, Flynn!" I smiled widely.

"Thanks... uh..."

"Crystal, Crystal Clearwater."

"Thanks so much Crystal!" He got up and turned his paper in.

Brriiinnnggg!!

"Dont forget your promise!" Flynn called as he left.

"I won't!"

~~~

Western Civilization was really boring. Our teacher, Mr. Apollo droned on about how the western civilization was created and how it influences the world. Nonetheless, I took notes. I soon felt a was of paper hit the back of my head. I turned around to see who threw it. Ethan was sleeping on his books, which left only one suspect.

Ashton.

He was whistling, acting like nothing happened. He caught my eye and winked at me. I turned back around and continued with my notes.

A few minutes later, I felt another wad of paper hit the back of my head. I glared at Ashton.

"Stop."

He raised his hands in surrender. I turned around again and felt yet another piece of paper hit my head.

"Mr. Apollo?" I raised my hand.

"Yes, Ms. Clearwater?" He turned to look at me.

"You're wrong. The forms of hereditary monarchical government back in Europe and combined with internal problems within France itself led to the French Revolution breaking out in 1789. The main problem was not only the monarchy, as you said.

The rise of Napoleon Bonaparte, one of world history's most brilliant generals, ensured that Revolutionary France dominated much of Europe for several years, spreading more efficient and more equal government around the continent. In your words, sir, Napoleon's fall was during the battle of Franco-American Navel War in 1798 to 1800 between the US and France. Impossible, I say, because how could Napoleon be defeated twice? Once in 1798 and once in 1815, the year Napoleon was actually defeated at the battle of Waterloo." I said.

Mr. Apollo looked astonished.

I heard Ashton whistle from behind me.

Mr. Apollo was about to open his mouth but the bell rang. I quickly packed my stuff up and leave the room. Ashton was right on my heels.

"How did you learn all that?!" He exclaimed.

"Please, that was hardly even learning. His dates were off and he even pronounced 'George Washington' wrong. And what I said, that was the simply the basics of the French Revolution. Everyone knows that." I replied.

"Not me!" Ashton said.

"Yeah, well that's cause you're you!" I gestured to his head.

"Hey!" He whined.

"Look, I'd love to tease you all day, but I have to get to Spanish class. The one thing I struggle in..."

"What?! The nerd, Crystal doesn't know Spanish?" I could practically hear his smirk.

"Listen, I hate to be called a nerd. Because I'm not. Just because I know some stuff, doesn't mean I'm a nerd. If you must call me something, I'd rather it be 'intellectual badass'. Okay? Good. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to get to my class." I said, angrily.

"I'm sorry. Hey, will you still sit next to me at lunch?" He asked, pouting a bit.

I sighed. "Sure, fine. I really need to get to class now."

I left and headed towards room 2319. Inside, was a bunch of tables lined up. All the seats were besides one next to a boy with messy brown hair. Seriously, doesn't anyone keep their hair neat?He wore a beanie that covered his unruly hair. I sat next to him, setting my bag down and pulling out a notebook.

"Well, hello there. You must be new here, because I'd remember a face like that." The boy said, wiggling is eyebrows.

I groaned and look at the teacher, writing down notes of the basics.

"I'm Zackary Alexander." He winked his brown eyes.

I rolled my eyes and continued with my notes.

"¿Por qué me ignoras, nena?*" He asked in Spanish.

"What? I'm sorry, I don't speak idiot." I mumbled, not looking up.

He raised an eyebrow. "Me? Idiot? Please, I'm the smartest one here. I'm fluent in Spanish."

"Yep." I said, distracted.

He sighed. "Ya sé estas cosas...**"

"What?" I looked up.

"Nothing..." He sighed again and tapped his fingers of the desk.

"Could you not?" I asked ignored.

"What? This?" He smirked and tapped louder.

"Yes. Please stop." I replied.

"Sorry, sweetcheeks, can't. It's a part of my body!"

I groaned and put my head on my desk. "I hate Spanish..."

"Really? I feel very offended. That is my second language, of course." Zackary pretended to be hurt. "Anyway, what's your name? I'd love to know."

"Of course you would..."

"So..." He raised and eyebrow.

"Crystal." I mumbled.

"What? Didn't quite catch that." He smirked.

"Shut up."

"You know what you need?" He asked.

"Yeah? What's that?" I said, distracted.

"You need to smile more."

"Oh really? And how are you going to do that?" I looked at him.

He smiled. "Just watch." He wadded a piece of paper and chucked it at the teacher.

He turned around, glaring. Zack quickly acted like nothing happened. The teacher turned back around. Zack threw another piece of paper, but this time it knocked over his toupee. The whole class erupted in laughter.

I smiled and chuckled. Zack noticed and grinned. "See? There you go! Doesn't that feel better?"

"Sure. And I do smile. Just not around you." I said.

"Well, you're smiling now."

I opened my mouth to say something, but the bell cut me off. I shook me head and packed up and left.

I walked down the hall, and saw a head of curly cinnamon brown hair by a locker. I smirked and snuck up behind Lilith. I grabbed her shoulders and she shrieked.

"Crystal!"

"You should've seen your face! Priceless!" I laughed and a snort came out.

"Damn this snort..." I growled.

"What? That snort was so cute!" Lilith laughed.

I smiled and leaned against a locker. It was nice having a friend.

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*Why do you ignore me, baby?

**I already know this stuff...

Sorry! I used google translate. Lemme know if it's incorrect.