"Shane! Wake up! You're gonna be late for your first day of school!"

This kid jumped out his bed so fast you would've thought he was training for the damn Olympics. He slept clean through his alarm. The boy had to be at school by 8:30, and it was currently 7:45, which meant, he only had 45 fucking minutes to get his ass to school on time. He ran into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, stuck his head underneath the faucet, and drenched his blonde hair in water, because he didn't have time to wash it properly. Then, he ran back into his room, threw on a black t shirt and blue jeans, put on his favorite pair of sneakers and grabbed his backpack, before running down the stairs to his front door. He was about to blast through the door before his dad literally caught him and held him still."

"Whoa, kid. Hold on a minute. I know you don't have time to sit down and eat breakfast, so I made eggs with cheese, and sausage, but I put in a cup, so you could eat on the go." The man said while handing Shane the cup.

"Old man, this is why I love you." He said to his father with a smile.

"Yeah, don't mention it. Your fly is down by the way."

Shane looked down.

"Oh shit, it is! Thanks dad!"

"Again, don't mention it. Now, get your ass to school. You better not be late, kid." He threatened teasingly.

Shane saluted his father with a big smile on his face.

"Sir, yes sir!"

And with that, the young boy sped off toward the train station.

20 minutes later...

"Damn it, I spilled the rest of my food!"

After he had gotten off the train, in the act of running so hard his lungs were starting to ache, he had dropped the red solo cup in his hand, also losing the rest of his unconventional morning meal. However, that didn't stop him, as he was determined to get to school on time. Not only was it the 1st day of school, but it was his 1st day in a new school. He had transferred schools after his freshman year because of some, uh, events, that had taken place. Regardless, he'd be damned if he wasn't gonna make a good first impression, and being late wasn't the way to do it. It simply was not an option. He checked his watch.

"Okay, I got 10 minutes to be in my homeroom, and I'm 3 blocks away from the school in general. Well, better keep running." He thought to himself.

It took him about 4 minutes to get inside the school, only problem was, he didn't know where his homeroom was. He saw the janitor and decided to ask him.

"Excuse me! Um, could you tell me how to get to Room 325?" Shane asked desperately.

"Man, that's 2 floors up. You gotta go up the stairs and then make a left. Then you'll be right in front of it. You better hurry though, dude. It's 8:27."

"Noted, thanks man!"

He ran up the 2 flights of steps as quickly as he could. He was running on fumes at this point. Then he turned the corner and saw Room 325.

"Jackpot!" He yelled.

Using his last bit of energy, he sprinted toward the room, and right before the bell rang, he managed to enter the room.

Out of breath and panting, Shane managed to gasp out one sentence .

"Hi... My name is... Oh God I'm tired, Shane Price."

The teacher, along with the students, looked at the exhausted boy in shock.

"Um, hello Shane. Nice to meet you. I'm Mrs. Neidhart. Welcome to St. Augustus High School. Please take a seat at the last remaining desk in the back."

"Uh, sure."

He gingerly made his way to the desk, and on the way, the students continued to state at him. Some in amusement, some in curiosity. One set of eyes on him, however, showed nothing but resent.

"Mrs. Neidhart! May I please switch seats with someone?"

"Why, Alexa?"

"Because I don't want to sit next to this kid!"

"Ms. Bliss! That is no way to talk about our new student! He is sitting next to you and that's final!" The teacher snapped.

Alexa folded her arms and pouted.

Shane sat down and looked over at Alexa.

"Jeez, tough crowd. Don't worry, I'm not that bad." He smiled at her.

"Whatever, loser. Just don't talk to me."

"And that's my first challenge of the year."

Alexa was confused.

"What is?"

"To become your friend."

She snorted at that answer.

"Yeah, like that would ever happen. I'd rather let a boxer punch me in my skull then be friends with you."

"You just met me, short stuff. What's with the hostility?"

He didn't have any anger or disdain in his voice, just honest curiosity. Alexa on the other hand, did.

"Okay, first of all, never call me that again! Second of all, I just don't like you. I'm pretty good at reading you, and I can tell you're gonna be nothing by a nuisance, so like I said before, don't talk to me."

And with that, Alexa got out of her seat and walked over to one of her friend's desks to talk.

"Damn, she's a spitfire if I ever saw one." He said to himself.

"Brother, you have no frickin idea."

Shane turned to his left to see who's voice that was. He saw a kid with dirty blonde hair, blue eyes, and a little stubble on his chin. He was wearing a black hoodie with blue jeans and black timberland boots. The kid stuck out his hand and introduced himself.

"Hey, I'm Dean. Dean Ambrose."

Shane gladly took the boy's hand and shook it.

"Shane Price, nice to meet you."

Dean let out a small chuckle.

"Yeah, Little Miss Bliss over there isn't the friendliest person you're gonna meet here. She's a cheerleader, and one of the most popular kids in the whole school. She's a spoiled brat if you ask me. She gets away with a lotta stuff here since her parents donate tons of cash to the school, and the administration wants to keep her happy because of it. They think that will persuade her mom and dad to keep giving the school money. It sucks. She pushes around kids because she knows she'll get away with it. What I wouldn't give to take her down a peg." Dean vented.

"To be honest, I don't care. She can't be that bad, and I'm going to prove it. I'm going to make her my friend."

Dean let out a loud laugh.

"What?! No offense bro, but when Alexa decides she doesn't like you, that's it. She's a judge a book by its cover kind of girl."

This didn't deter Shane.

"Looks like it's going to take a lot of work then." He said with determination.

"Whatever, man. I can tell I'm gonna like you. What class do you have for 1st period? The bell's gonna ring soon." Dean asked.

Shane took out his schedule.

"I got Earth Science. Room 221."

"Oh,sick. Me too. Let me see your schedule."

Shane handed it to him, and Dean looked at it.

"Hey. We got the same schedule, dude!"

"Nice!" Shane responded.

"Good, you two morons deserve each other." Alexa said spitefully.

Shane ignored the insult.

"Alexa, can I see your schedule?"

"Sure, whatever."

She tossed the paper over to Shane, and he put it side by side with his.

"Awesome! We got the same schedule, too!"

Alexa was shocked.

"No way! Give me those!" She yelled as she snatched both schedules away.

She read over them, and came to the realization that he was right.

"No, no. This can't be happening. No!"

Shane piped up.

"Well, Alexa. Looks like we're gonna be together a lot, huh buddy."

Alexa had one phrase for that.

"Shut up, Price!"

AN: Starting a new story. Let me know what you think.