High school can be so...complicated. (Zaila and Vesperian)

It was the sophomore year of high school for Melissa Clarkson. In her freshman year she'd ingratiated herself into the popular crowd, tried out for the cheerleading squad (even though she didn't make the cut), and had joined several clubs that kept her a consistently seen face around the halls of the school.

With that popularity came every girl wanting to be her, or be around her, and every single football jock wanting to date her. She'd become infamous for turning men down so there was a competition going, throughout the sophomore wing, to determine who would be the champion in getting her to crack. It wasn't that she didn't like the guys...they all had their merits. Melissa just wanted to be left alone. She liked her freedom, liked being able to do what she pleased and go where she wanted without reprecussions or someone keeping tabs on her.

It was the beginning of the school year now and everyone was getting settled in. There was a mandatory homeroom that they were all required to attend, each room assigned by last name. The first period was A-H, the second was I-P, and the third was Q-Z. Melissa had been assigned to the first room, along with a guy who had had his eyes on her for a couple years now, and a few of her close friends.

She walked into room 102 and sauntered to the back, the white skirt she was wearing fluttering along her backside until she quieted it with a settle into the chair. "So how'd your summer go, Mels?" Amanda, a friend she'd made last year, asked from the adjacent seat. "Eh, not bad. Didn't do much. You?" Amanda shrugged. "Same, really." Melissa laughed and tapped her pencil against the desk sparing a look at the clock. She hated homeroom.