Alex's POV
What the hell did I do wrong? No matter where I go in this school, no one will talk to me. I'm getting all these dirty glares, and these kids keep shoving me into the walls. I'm so confused right now.

There are only two people who have been at least semi-nice today. One was this lanky kid with strange hair who I only talked to because of his Blink-182 shirt named Jack. He was very odd, but seemed nice. I got to know him and his friend Zack, who was like a teenage hulk but actually kind of shy and nice. Luckily, we have most of our classes together, including lunch, which I just left.

Unfortunately, this is the one class I don't share with either one of them. American History. Figures, the one class I'll know practically nothing about except for the part where they were at war with my home country. I slink into the back, hoping to avoid getting noticed. Shit, that girl from yesterday is in this class. I try to give her a smile as I pass her by, but she gives me an "if looks could kill" moment. Whatever. Prissy bitch.

"Alex?" I hear a voice say. Looking up, I notice it's her, turned around. We have the attention of the entire class, which is for whatever reason missing a teacher.

"Uhm, yeah?"

"Having a nice day, are you?"

"It hasn't been too bad. Uh, how about you?"

"You just don't get it, do you? No one messes with me and gets away with it."

At these words, I'm a Little chilled. Especially when two totally jacked dudes stand up from either side of her and start walking towards me.

What did I do, exactly?" I say, trying to sound cocky.

"Don't play games. Take your punishment like a man, freak." With that she turned around.

I, however, was cowering on the edge of my seat looking at the two boys hovering over me, wishing that Zack was in this class.

"Alright, everybody settle down, sorry I'm late." Called the teacher I assume, walking in the door. Luckily for me, the boys rushed back to their seats. Letting out a sigh, I looked at the disheveled teacher in the front of a room. What a mess. I could tell that this was definitely going to be the worst part of my day.

Arianna's POV
Smirking in satisfaction, I turn back around to the front of the room just in time to see Mr.Collins rush in, looking like a mess. So disgraceful. Oh well, it was helpful to have time to teach Alex a thing or two.

I daydream, doodling in my notebook until Mr.Collins says, "And before I get to the partner assignments for this project, I'd like our new student Alex Gaskarth to introduce himself. If you would, Mr.Gaskarth."

I turn around, a frown set on my face. Alex stands up. I'll at least give the boy a little cuteness credit. Especially that yummy accent. But too bad, there are plenty of hotter guys who are way cooler than him.

"Uhm, I'm Alex. I just moved here from outside of London, England. I love music and I play guitar and sing. So, yeah," and he sits back down.

Wait, guitar and singing? Was that him last night? No way, he can't be that good. Really, Ari? I think to myself.

"Thank you Mr.Gaskarth. For this project on the Great Depression, you will be partnered with Arianna here. Arianna, please be patient and help Alex with this a lot, okay?" Says Mr.Collins.

Fuck. "Sure, okay." I say.

I turn around to see a mortified Alex. What, he isn't excited at being my partner? But I'm so pretty! Ugh, what a loser.