This is a JT and Liberty fic. I really like JT, cuz he's insanely funny. I like Liberty cuz she's just got it together. I like the idea of them together, because I know they're complete opposites, but they wouldn't be fighting all the time, because they connect. Ok. Here we go...

The bell was going to ring any second, and if JT didn't finish this test, he was pretty sure his passing mark was toast. Burnt toast. With crispy crust and blackened edges... Yeah, ok, so he'd skipped breakfast this morning to cram. Not the best idea, especially since this was the first class of the day, and he was pretty sure he wouldn't be able to get to his and Toby's locker before the next class.

He snuck a glance to left. Liberty sat about five feet away, hands folded on her paper, smug smile perfectly in place. She'd finished her test long before him. JT rolled his eyes. Of course she had. He knew she would.

That stuck-up little know-it-all... He almost didn't hear the bell ring, he was so engrossed in his thoughts.

Liberty was the first one out of the room, and JT was glad. He picked his last five answers at random (it was a multiple choice test) and raced out the door, figuring he could make it to the lockers if he hurried.

Liberty was certain JT had been staring at her the last five minutes of class. Actually, it looked more like leering. But oh well. At least he had looked at her.

As she hurried to her next class, she thought that maybe it was time for her to get over JT. She had thought this before, of course, and it had never happened. But still... Still, it hurt her that he didn't like her at all, let alone THAT way. She needed a change. Something to make him notice her.

But what... She thought to herself. What would make him notice me...

"OOPS!" She cried as she slammed into someone, her books flying everywhere. "I am SO sorry! I-I didn't mean it! Honest! I swear!"

"It's alright... Hey, aren't you Liberty Van Zandt?" Liberty looked up at the sound of a soft male voice, and her eyes widened. The boy was GORGEOUS!! Tall, with blue-black hair, and cinnamon skin that truly accented his deep ink-black eyes.

"Uh... Yeah, that's my name. Um, what's yours?" Asked Liberty, stunned.

"It's Devon. I'm new around here. Just got transferred two weeks ago. But I'm in the art class right after you. Your paintings are awesome. I always check them out, every day, to see what's changed. You always make everything just perfect before you sign your name." He laughs to himself. "I guess you think I'm a stalker now, right?"

Liberty was too shocked to think. "Um... no. Thank you for the compliment." Then, she had an idea.

"You know, I'd be happy to show you around sometime." She said, smiling.

Devon smiled. "Great. How about after school. I'll meet you in the caf." he said, before turning around and walking away.

Liberty was still smiling when the second bell rang. This is perfect. The perfect way to get over JT and this silly crush...

JT walked into his next class, surprised to find that Liberty hadn't gotten there already. Liberty was NEVER late. NEVER late, NEVER sick, and ALMOST NEVER absent. JT felt weird being in a classroom without Liberty in it.

As the class bell rang, JT was certain there was something wrong. Why isn't she here???

Toby looked from JT, to the door, and back to JT again. "What did you do, JT?" He whispered. "Lock her in the janitor's closet or something?"

"Huh? Oh, no." JT was spacing out. Imagining what could've happened to Liberty.

"Alright, class. Take out your text books. I'm going to ask you to read section five, and-" Mrs. Kwan was interrupted when the door opened, and a very flustered Liberty came into the room.

"You're late, Miss Van Zandt."

"I am SO sorry, Mrs. Kwan. I got held up, uh... talking to my last teacher."

JT was convinced something was up now. Liberty had been the first one out of class. He'd SEEN her go. As Liberty took her seat, he snuck a glance in her direction.

Funny... You wouldn't expect LIBERTY to be smiling like that if she'd just came in late. She's practically a human lightbulb... and is she DOODLING?! On her TEXT BOOK?! What's with her???

JT had an unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach for the entire class. She had begun to doodle on a piece of scrap paper, which she crumpled in a ball when the bell rang. She left it on the desk, and got up to head to lunch. JT, however, was a little more than curious as to what could make Liberty act... so... un-Liberty-ish.

Picking up the crumpled paper, he looked at the doodles. There were hearts and flowers and all that junk, but JT was looking for words. He knew it was probably about himself; everyone knew of Liberty's blatant crush on the class clown. But when he saw what she had written....

For some reason, he felt like his heart was sinking....

And for some reason, he felt himself stop breathing....

And for some reason, he felt his eyes watering....

Liberty & Devon 4 ever.

He crumpled the paper again, before stuffing it in his pocket and heading for the lunch room.

For some reason, he already knew he wasn't going to like this 'Devon' guy....