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The first day of school was here and Greg began to sluggishly walk down the hall. His summer just an average summer and Greg had spent the entire time working out, sleeping, and reading, but the thing he hated most was the fact that he had one final year at school. He didn't have very many friends at school which was very odd, because of his looks. Greg was good-looking, smart, and a nice guy. Greg was 5'11, 170lbs, with light brown hair and brown eyes and was captain of the swim team. The swim team meant nothing to all of the girls at the school though. Greg disliked pretty much most of the people at school he had class with, which is just one of the reasons why he dreaded it so much. As he walked down the hall he approached his locker. He turned the latch opening it and grabbing out the books he needed for the day. It was still a little early but there were lots of people already walking down the hall and gossiping about what they did over the summer. Greg wasn't in the mood to talk to all the people he didn't really care for. Greg slammed his locker closed not wanting to go to his first class. His first class had all the football players that always though they were better then everyone else because they loved to get drunk and fuck the cheer leaders. Secretly Greg was just jealous of them. The players on the team had sex all the time with almost any girls they wanted, and Greg barely got laid at all. All of the girls the football players fucked had amazing bodies too. There wasn't a single hot girl in the school that hadn't been fucked by at least one of the players. He grabbed his backpack and began to walk around the hallway trying not to think about them. As he got closer to the classroom he tried to focus on what school projects and what assignments he might have this year. 'Just one more year of this bullshit' Greg told himself walking down the hall.

Halfway down the hall Greg paused a little. The most beautiful girl Greg had ever seen began walking down the hall from the other side. She walked with confidence yet Greg had never recognized her before. 'Is she new?' Greg thought. It was a big high school and Greg hadn't met everybody. He met new people everyday in fact. He paused for a moment to check her out as she walked on the other side of the hallway closer to him.
 
It was always a bit nerve wracking starting off at a new school. Her family moved around a lot, and she was always packing up and shipping off to new places. But that didn't make the first day at a new school any easier. In fact, it got more and more nerve wracking each time around. She was really sick and tired of moving from place to place. She wanted to settle down, to find a place and call it home. Maybe this time her parents would decide to stay, would give her some time to make some friends, to have a life. But it was only one more year. She would head off to college the next fall, and she would never have to worry about moving around ever again. It was a comforting thought. She could put up with one more year of moving about if it meant never having to deal with it again.

Natasha made sure to keep her mother's advice in mind - always hold your head high. And she did just that. She made sure to hold her chin up as she walked confidently down the hallway. Natasha refused to let anyone intimidate her. No, she'd dealt with enough bullies in her days that she knew how to deal with them. They liked to pick on new kids; she'd had tons of practice. But as she walked down the hall, she could feel eyes on her. Not lots of eyes - just one pair. It was a little strange. She scanned the crowd with her bright green eyes, trying to find out who it was. And then she spotted him. A guy with light brown hair and brown eyes. Brushing a lock of light blond hair out of her face, she frowned before walking towards him. "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's not polite to stare?"
 
"Sorry" Greg says quickly looking away. Greg remembers that he has to be tough and not let girls get away, like what usually happens. "Well, maybe if you weren't so attractive I wouldn't stare so much!" Greg replies in a mean but flirty way. Greg wasn't used to being mean, but it seemed like the perfect comeback at the time. Greg's eyes looked up and down her sexy cute body and this time making it obvious. Once Greg's eyes made it all the way up, he tried to guess the expression on her face. 'Is she like this naturally? Does she think I'm rude?' Greg paused for a second in silence waiting to see if the new girl would say anything.

A few seconds passed as one of the football players walked up. "Leave her alone, jerk!" The football player took his two hands and firmly pushed Greg a couple steps back. "Sorry about that, he can be a little rude sometimes" He turns his head giving me a dirty look and then back over at Natasha smiling again. "Are you new here? I can help show you around! I'm Derek by the way" He added smiling. Derek was much taller than Greg and had larger muscles. He was one of the students that Greg had absolutely hated, partly because of jealousy though. Greg looked back at Natasha seeing that her eyes were now looking at Derek. 'What an ass' Greg thought to himself about Derek. It was obvious to Greg that Derek was into her too.
 
Natasha gave him a look, like she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Had he really just said that to her? It was incredibly blunt and... bold. Very bold. It was kind of appealing, in an odd sort of way. She had a habit of coming across as a bitch sometimes. It was refreshing to see someone push back. In a non-over the top mean sort of way. She watched him as he checked her out; it was incredibly obvious, and she wondered if he was doing that just to piss her off. In a way it was, but at the same time it wasn't. It was a strange feeling, not wanting to bash his head in for staring at her breasts. Normally she made sure to set guys straight the moment they started to look at her the wrong way. And by set them straight, she meant kick their ass. She was small, but she could pack one hell of a punch. Her thoughts were interrupted, though, by a new voice. Looking back and forth from the taller guy to Greg, she raised an eyebrow. This guy was trying to play hero, and it was irking her a bit. Looking up at him, she smiled, "Hi, I'm Natasha, and I don't care who the fuck you are, asshole." She took a step towards him and looked him over critically. "You know, you have nice eyes. But that's about all you have going for you," she said with a shrug, "I dunno... I like my men to be able to fit through doors."

If there was one thing Natasha hated more than always moving around, it was air headed football players. They walked around like they owned the place, and thought that just because they were on the football team they could get whatever the hell they wanted. That was far from okay in Natasha's book - and there was nothing more repulsive in her eyes than an overly muscular man. "Now, if you'll both excuse me, I'm going to go ask that guy over there to show me around," she said with a smile, pointing over towards a rather attractive red head standing by his locker. No, she had no shame - a survival skill she had picked up rather quickly once her family had started to move around all the time. In seconds flat, she had linked arms with the boy and started walking down the hall. She waved at Greg as she passed, flashing him a coy smile. She really hoped she'd see him again; she kind of liked him.
 
'Well that sucks' Greg thought to himself as he watched the new girl walk away with another guy. 'Why does this always happen to me?' He questioned. Derek turned his face towards Greg laughing. "Ha, have fun trying to fuck that pussy now!" he say laughing more and starting to walk away. Greg got more angry. Every single guy seemed to be a jerk to him, even when Greg was acting nice. Greg started to walk down the hallway after Natasha. He wasn't really following her, but his class was in the same direction. 'Maybe we'll have the same class together?' Greg thought. It probably didn't matter to him knowing his luck and that Natasha is already after that red-headed kid. She didn't even say anything to him when he approached her. Greg hung his head low again walking towards the Chemistry classroom.

"Nice to meet you Natasha. I'm Robert" The redheaded guy told to her as they walked down the hall away from Greg and Derek. Robert was tall and handsome, very athletic too. Robert was known for his smarts though. Robert typically got the best grades in the class, just above Greg. This made Robert just another one of those guys that Greg was jealous of. Although he could run and play sports all day, he was more concerned about grades and working hard. "So which class do you have next? I have Chemistry." He told her feeling her soft arm linked around his. Robert was single but had hooked up with many girls before. He spoke politely and calmly. It was another feature that made many of the girls at the school consider him dreamy. Robert continued to walk with Natasha along towards the chemistry labs.
 
Natasha glanced back over her shoulder and smiled when she saw that Greg was walking in the same direction. Maybe they would have a class together. She really hoped so. And she hoped her little escapade was making him jealous. She'd always enjoyed doing that. It made her seem a bit mean, and sometimes it got out of hand, but there was nothing more thrilling than being chased after by a jealous boy. "I have Chemistry, too," she said, smiling over at Robert, "What about that guy, the one I was talking to earlier... The short one. I don't know his name. Does he have Chemistry, too?" She hoped she wouldn't make Robert too mad talking about Greg, but she really didn't care. If anything, she'd hook up with the red head once and then never talk to her again. He seemed like a player, and players were bad news. They were fun to fuck, but never fun to keep around. It only ended in trouble.

Walking into the chem lab, Natasha glanced around. It was far bigger than any science lab she'd ever been to. But then again, they never really moved to large towns like this. They generally moved from one small town to the next. She wasn't used to being in a school this big surrounded by so many people. It was a weird feeling, but she kind of liked it. More people meant more opportunities to interact. Robert guided her towards a table, and she sat down next to him. There was a petite brunette to his left, and an empty seat to her right. Some nerdy boy tried to sit there, but the brunette glared at him until he scurried away, frightened. Natasha felt kind of bad; sure, she could be a bitch, but she wasn't mean. Not like that, at least. When Greg walked in, though, she seemed to immediately forget about what had happened. Pretending not to have seen him, she turned towards Robert and placed a hand on his arm, "So, Robert, tell me a little bit about yourself. A handsome guy like you has to have some interesting stories to share."
 
Robert smiled, not knowing what to say. Robert was charming and good in bed, but there wasn't much interesting about him. "What would you like to know?" He said flirting back, trying to maybe fish out a more specific question that if would be easier to answer. He felt turned on when she put his hand on his arm. Most girls weren't so touchy so fast to him. Robert's eyes were on Natasha's perfect smile, he didn't even bother looking over to check out the cute brunette next to him.

Greg walked into the room seconds later. The classroom was already mostly filled up as Greg scanned the room looking for a seat to possibly sit in. He quickly noticed that none of his friends were in this class. It was typical and Greg was used to it. He slowly walked over to a table in the middle of the classroom. 3 people were already sitting at it. Greg slung off his backpack and sat down sighing wishing the day would go faster.

"Hey, I was saving that seat for Bryan!" The brunette girl says a little angrily to Greg. Greg looks back at her feeling like he couldn't have a worse 1st day. Greg had sat there because he thought the girl was cute. Greg should have remembered that she had a temper and wasn't interested in Greg at all. Her name was Brittney, but everyone called her Britt. She was smart, bitchy, and very sexy. She was on the cheerleading team and had many rumors spread around the school about who's she's slept with. "Where should I sit then? Besides, he should have gotten here earlier." Greg snapped back. He was feeling a little more rebellious and pissed off today. "Well fuck you then!" The brunette girl said turning her face away from him so she wasn't forced to talk with him anymore. Greg sighed again looking around. He tilted his face towards the brunette girl and then noticed that Natasha and Robert were at his table too. 'Maybe Natasha will notice me' Greg thought still trying to keep hope.
 
"Well, that's the thing about being new," she said, tilting her head to the side, "You don't know anyone, so you don't know the right questions to ask. I don't want to ask the wrong questions. Made that mistake once. Asked about the football team in a soccer town. People didn't like me very much after that." Natasha knew that he probably didn't care about her story. Hell, he probably didn't care about her at all. All she was to him was a piece of ass. Not that she could complain; he was the same to her. "You look like an athlete. Play any sports?" She was just spit balling now. All she wanted was to make it look like they were engaged in a conversation. She just needed to look intrigued and for everyone else to see it. She needed to look like she was into Robert. It was the only way she was going to fuel the jealous flame; it had to seem believable.

Natasha glanced over at Greg once he and the brunette started yelling at each other. She just smiled and let out a soft laugh; she liked how he wasn't afraid to tell people off. Granted, the only two people she'd seen him stand up to today were two girls. But maybe he would continue to prove himself. It would be a shame if he didn't. He really was cute. Turning her attention back to Robert, she let out a sigh, "I really hate Chemistry. This is my third time starting a chem class. Never in a town long enough to finish it." It was sad but true. And it really was depressing to her. She missed out on so much because she was constantly moving from one place to another. The bell rang and the teacher walked in, and she flashed Greg a quick smile and a wink before she pulled out a notebook and a pen from her bag.
 
The teacher was very young and wrote his name on the board. He introduced himself as Mr. Archer. Greg stood up straight in his chair as the teacher walked in. He wanted to put on a good impression for the class. Greg rolled his eyes a little hearing Natasha talk so much. Her voice was cute, giggly, and seemingly interested in everything. It just made Greg want her so much more. It made him hate Robert so much more too.

"Attention class, welcome to your first day! We'll make it easy and fun!" The teacher announces and starts to hand out some papers. People in the class start handing the fliers back to the back of the classroom. Greg picked up one paper once the papers got to their table. Greg began to read it, seeing that it's a group project to be done outside of class with your table.

"Fuck, really?" Britt said looking over at Greg with disgust. It was obvious that Britt did not want to be in a group with Greg. Greg didn't know why she wouldn't want to be in this group. Both Greg and Robert were very smart, but everyone knew Britt probably just wanted to be in a group with a bunch of studs. "Whatever" she muttered under her breath and turned towards Natasha and Robert. "At least I have you guys" She said. Then in a happier tone. "I like your skirt!" she says to Natasha. Britt had been checking her out wondering if maybe she was hot enough to be her friend. Britt was a very shallow person.
 
As soon as the teacher called the class to attention, Natasha's focus immediately shifted from Robert and Greg to the young man standing at the front of the room. He was incredibly attractive, in a weird sort of way. She figured it was just the fact that he was both older and her teacher, and both of those factors were supposed to scare her away. They seemed to be doing just the opposite in this situation, but she ignored the thoughts that were running through her head. She needed to focus. This was the first time she'd ever been in a chem class from day one. She couldn't screw this up; this was her last chance to get through this class. But the fact that she was sitting at a table with two incredibly attractive guys and had a cute teacher was quite distracting. Her mind only seemed to grow that much more distracted when Mr. Archer began talking about the group project. Reading over the paper, she smiled brightly. This could work out in her favor. It was like someone was handing her all the tools, she just had to make her plan a reality.

Smiling over at Robert, she said, "Why don't you guys head over my house after school?" She glanced over at Britt and Greg quickly before looking back at Robert. "I have a pool," she said raising an eyebrow, adding it as some sort of enticement. Natasha was sure that they probably wouldn't spend much time working on their project if they went over her house, but she thought it would be a good way to get to know them a little better. Play the field. Figure them out. Forcing a smile, Natasha let out a quick thanks. "Your hair is so pretty," she said with a slight giggle, "You'll have to tell me what you use." Okay, so she was being a bit fake, but she wasn't really feeling like making an enemy on her first day at a new school. She'd rather grin and bear it than put up with someone as annoying as Britt.
 
Greg looked over at Britt and Natasha in conversation. Both two girls that Greg would do almost anything for, yet they won't even acknowledge him. His mind was as if he was on summer break still and his eyes just continued to watch as the girls talked about their looks. If Mr. Archer was to ask him a question, Greg would have no clue what to answer with. Greg's short day dreaming ended quickly once Robert began to speak to the table. "That would be awesome! I'll bring my swim suit." Robert said and very slyly and confidently slung his arm around Natasha's shoulders as if they had been dating for years. Was Natasha going to let him do this? Greg watched a little intrigued and simultaneously nervous. In disappointment, Greg frowned. It seemed like she was enjoying him being so close and she just continued to smile.

"A pool huh? I can get someone to bring and buy us some drinks if you want?" Britt laughed following up with a wink towards Natasha. It was pretty clear that Britt meant alcoholic drinks. Most people in the school already knew that Britt drank a lot, and probably fucked a lot, with the football players, but Natasha was new. Britt just craved the attention and needed Natasha to know. Besides, Britt was taking a liking to Natasha and almost willing to introduce her to her other friends.

Robert used his other hand and swung out his cell phone from his pocket. "What's your number?" Robert asked Natasha loudly enough for everyone at the table to hear him, but quiet enough to seem private about it. Greg's mind flashed for a second as he pulled out a piece of paper to quickly write down her number as well. It would be a good idea to get everyone in the groups number for the project.
 
Looks weren't generally something Natasha talked about. But she was willing to chat about it nonchalantly if it meant not having to listen to this girl whine anymore. She had an incredibly irritating whine, and it made her want to pull her hair out. So a boring conversation was just a small price to pay, it seemed. When Robert spoke up, though, she was glad. It meant that she had an excuse to stop talking to the brunette and pay attention to someone else. "Awesome," she said with a giggle. Natasha let him place his arm around her shoulders, and even leaned into him slightly. It wasn't that she was doing it on purpose or to make a scene; it was just natural to her. She liked hugs, physical contact, holding hands - it was like a drug to her. The more contact the better the high. Looking back over at Britt, Natasha made a face but tried her best to be polite, "That sounds great, but my parents will probably be home. We just moved in, so we're still unpacking." She wasn't sure if that was true or not - and knowing her parents, they probably wouldn't be home; they'd be out looking for their next house - but she didn't need an alcoholic running around. That, and Britt just seemed like someone who would be incredibly intolerable when she was drunk. Natasha just didn't have the patience for that.

"What about you?" she said, looking over at Greg; she still didn't know his name, "Are you coming?" The way she said it, she sounded almost unenthusiastic. A lot ruder than she had intended. But she liked being chased, and she hoped that her giving him the cold shoulder would only make him work harder. When Robert asked for her phone number, she just flashed him a coy smile and gave him her number. She looked right at Robert the whole time, but she said it loud enough for Greg to here. After Robert put her number into his phone, she gently took it from him and put her name in as 'the sexiest girl ever' before handing it back to him. "Don't be shy," she said softly so that only he could hear. She knew he would know what she meant.
 
Greg quickly wrote down the number as Natasha read it out loud to Robert and stashed it in his pocket. He was a little worried that Natasha may have seen him write her number down. It would be important to have her number for the project, but Greg didn't want to seem like a stalker. "Ummm yeah, sure, I guess so, what time? and where?" Greg said a little caught off-guard from her quick and rude question. Greg looked back at her seeing her pretty eyes still staring at Robert. 'Dammit Greg, why didn't you say something cool like 'Of course I am, I'm in your group, arn't I?' or something like that' Greg thought to himself. He wanted to seem cool and tough, but he wasn't very good at speaking sometimes on the fly.

The teacher continued to drone on about the things in chemistry that the class is to learn over the next few weeks. Not very many people were paying attention and most were still talking with their tables to arrange group meetings. Robert lightly scooted his chair over closer to Natasha still with his hand around her shoulders. "So which class do you have next?" Robert asked her quietly not wanting to disrupt the class. His arm over her shoulder nudged her a little closer to him wanting her to answer his questions before Greg's questions. On the other side of the table, Greg continues to wait patiently for her answer and sits in his chair giving a blank look at Natasha, wondering about when and where should they begin to work on the project, but it by the way she was acting recently it was clear that Natasha was interested in Robert's question more.

Britt smiled to herself and began to slouch back in her chair and chew her gum that she was annoyingly chewing earlier. She smiled knowing that if Natasha didn't want any booze at the house, then she could always just leave and hang out with her friends. Britt always had something fun to do every night, and it usually included late night drunken sex. She was proud of being one of the sluttiest girls in the school and probably the sluttiest in this particular chemistry class. However, she was beginning to have this deep dark hovering fear that the new girl Natasha might steal her thunder and become the new girl that gets any guys she wants.
 
Out of the corner of her eye, Natasha spotted Greg scribbling something down and then sliding it into his pocket. She could only assume that it was her number. A small, satisfactory smile spread on her lips, feeling confident that she could have this boy wrapped around her finger by the end of the week. But then again, she'd always been a cocky little bitch. Always overestimating herself. Looking over at Robert she pursed her lips in thought before glancing down at her schedule. "English," she stated blandly before looking back up at him, "With Mrs. Hawthorne. Is that good or bad?" She was a bit concerned. English had never been her strongest subject, and having a bad teacher only seemed to make it worse. She hoped that Robert would tell her the truth, just tell her straight up what the class would be like. A part of her hoped that he was in it, just so she wouldn't have to sit through it alone. Though, a part of her wished that Greg would be there, too. Hell, she'd even sit through another period with Britt if it meant knowing someone in her next class.

She glanced over at Greg, almost forgetting about his question. "Oh, right - my house," she mumbled. Natasha had moved around so many times it was hard to remember addresses. But that morning before she left, she'd written it down, just in case. Pulling out the little slip of paper, she read off her address to them, just loud enough so only they could hear. She wasn't about to shout out her address to the whole class. "And school gets out at two... so why don't you all come over at three?" she said, before glancing up at Robert and adding coyly, "That way I have time to get ready." She flashed Britt a quick smile, already sensing the girl's envy before turning around to finally start paying attention to what the teacher was saying.
 
After getting the address from Natasha, Greg quickly stashed the written down address in the same pocket as her number. 'Wow, Greasewood Street? Her family must be loaded' Greg thought. Greasewood Street was the one street in the city that anyone would kill to live in. Not a single house on the street would be worth less then 1 million dollars, all of them huge, with large yards, giant pools in the back, and fancy cars up front. Greg wouldn't be surprised if she was living next to a famous movie star or athlete. It was clear to Greg that she must be new in town if she couldn't remember the street she lived on, the fanciest street in town. Greg sighed realizing that the teacher was talking about more than just the group project now. It was time for him to pay attention, as he began to quickly scribble notes down from the board.

"Mrs. Hawthorne? Hahahaha" Robert laughed quietly trying to keep from interrupting the class. Robert laughed a little more trying to get under control. "I had her last year." Robert paused thinking of a nice way to put it. "Let's just say that's she's totally clueless of everything, easiest 'A' ever, and doesn't even know English herself, I don't even know how anyone can call her a teacher." Robert smiled slightly. "Unfortunately I don't have that class next" Robert said frowning with a puppy face trying to look sad and cute. "Don't worry, I'm 100% positive you'll get an 'A'. I did, and I ditched almost every class last year." Robert saw the glint in her eye at the mention of ditching class. Almost everyone at the school ditched, Robert and Britt being huge offenders as well. Robert stared back into Natasha's eyes wondering if she would be the type of person to ditch class.

Robert continued on "If there's someone's class that you should pay attention to, it should be this one. I heard Archer never gives out an A, and fails so many students." Robert kept talking and looked up at the board so he could show to Natasha how confusing the subject was on the board already. "So glad there is only 4 minutes left in this class" He finished looking back down at Natasha, letting his eyes gaze over her cleavage. Her breasts under her top looked perfect and Robert began to imagine what she looked like naked.
 
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