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Ridley stood out side the large building, cigarette between her lips. She stared up at it with a depressed expression. Spenser Academy. Why her school was being forced to house some of their students there while they were tearing out the asbestos (something they should have done a couple decades back, in her opinion) was beyond her. She had Ipswich rich kids. They were such bitches and pricks. She shoved her choppy, brown hair out of her face and took another drag of her cigarette.

The sound of ACDC's "Back in Black" blaring caused her to turn towards the parking lot. A familiar beat up 1990 Camaro skidded to a halt in one of the faculty parking spaces and she smiled as she approached it. A tall, pale, skinny, boy with long spiky black hair carrying a maroon electric guitar emerged, a lit cigarette hanging from his lips.

"Hey Burko," she said, placing a hand on her hip. He smiled at her and leaned back against his car. "Hey Rid," he greeted before looking back at the large brick and stone building. "I can't believe we have to go here for the next year."

She nodded and glanced back at the building. "Well at least we don't have to wear their stupid uniforms."

"Yeah," he laughed, flicking his cigarette butt at the ground as he started towards the building. As they neared the building, an middle aged man with thinning hair and glasses approached them. "Excuse me! Excuse me!"

Several Spenser students stopped to watch as the man, who was obviously upset hurried towards them.

"How old are you?" he asked, obviously winded from chasing after them. Ridley blew a big plume of smoke in his face, causing him to sputter and cough before saying coyly, "Old enough." Burko chuckled beside her.

"I'll have you know, there is no smoking on this campus," he snapped, jabbing his finger in her face. She smiled and began adjusting his tie. "Relax. I promise I won't smoke when you're around ever again."

She threw down her cigarette and pulled on her fingerless black gloves before pulling her drumsticks out of her back pocket. Burko threw down his cigarette as well and they both turned away from the outraged man and walked straight into the building.

Reid and Tyler had never seen anything like them. They were……loud, vulgar, and they didn't give a shit. There had been three sitting in class when they got there. Two boys and one girl and they had their feet propped up on the desks. One was flicking his lighter on and off, while the other was picking at a fresh tattoo on his arm. The girl, who Reid and Tyler both noted was fairly attractive was picking at her nails. She looked up at the doorway and her face broke out in a broad smile. "Rid! Burko!"

"Hey!" drawled the one who had been flicking his lighter. The boy, pointed at his friend and smiled. "Oh shit!"

The girl smiled the smile of a Cheshire cat as she twirled the drumsticks in her hands and the two of them sauntered over. "Ridley Scott, woman of my most primal sexual fantasies," said one boy leaning forward, "where have you been all fall break?"

She jerked his chin back and forth and he bit down on her thumb causing her to slap him playfully. "Bartending, Brett, like I fucking told you I would be. I got fired though."

"Why," asked the girl as Burko sat down next to her. Ridley shrugged. "Apparently you're not supposed to drink while on the job."

"Ya think?" the girl asked rhetorically, and Ridley smiled. "What'd you do all break, Lila?"

"What I do best," she replied with a wicked grin. "Eww," said one of the girls seated behind them and Ridley glared at her. "Hey, Marcia Brady, why don't you shut the fuck up and cross your legs? You're starting to stink up the place."

Just then she spotted Reid and Tyler staring at her with shocked expression and she smirked at them before winking and blowing them a kiss. Tyler turned beat red and sat down quickly, averting his gaze. Reid, however, continued to stare. That girl had balls. Nobody talked to Kira Snider like that and got away with it. "Hey," said the one who had been picking at his tattoo, "you here they shut down Jones' party last night? Means we need a new spot."

"I hear the fuckers around here like to party at some place called the Dells," Lila said as she filled her nails. Brett leaned forward. "Maybe we should take over."

"Rid, you're in charge of booze. Brett, put the call out. Davis, you're DJ," Lila said. "Hey," Burko snapped, holding up his guitar. Lila rolled her eyes. "I didn't think you'd want to play. Especially, at the first party we have out here. Besides, Rid and I need to work the field and that means she can't be on stage." Lila looked around the room as all the students settled into their seats uncomfortably, eyeing the five of them with caution and curiosity. Lila brushed her long blonde hair away from her shoulders and eyed Reid and Tyler lustfully. Ridley sat down next to the boy named Brett and immediately fell asleep.

The professor entered the room and seeing Ridley with her head down, approached quietly. He slammed his briefcase down next to her, causing her to jump up.

She glared at him. "Oh, god, it's you."

"Why, hello again," he said smiling in what she believed to be a very sadistic way. "I'm Professor Yarborough, and you must be the kids from the Boston Public."

"How astute of you," Ridley said sarcastically, causing Professor Yarborough's triumphant smirk to dissipate. Deciding against responding he simply walked back to the front of the class. "You miss, have just earned yourself your first detention."

Ridley gave him a thumbs up and rested her head back on her folded arms.

"That girl is bigger ass than you are," Tyler whispered to him, amusement in his voice as he stared at her. Reid frowned. "Please don't tell me you have a crush on her?"

Tyler huffed. "What? She's hott."

"Mr. Garwin and Mr. Simms, so sorry to have interrupted your private conversation," Professor Yarborough called to them. Reid shrugged and gave him a winning smile. "You know, you'd think you'd learn after the first couple of times, but….." he said, trailing off and Professor Yarborough glared at him. "You, Mr. Garwin, may join Miss Scott in detention this afternoon."

Reid looked down at Ridley, who was staring up at him in amusement and grinned wolfishly. "Looking forward to it."

Tyler glared at his friend and Reid shrugged as if to say he couldn't help it. Though in truth, he could. He just enjoyed being the first to get the girl.

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Ridley stared up at the clock in the library for the fifth time in the past minute and drummed on the sole of her shoe impatiently. The blonde boy had done nothing but stare at her outright for the past half hour and it was slowly driving her crazy.

"Can I help you," she hissed finally. He shrugged at her, grinning. She rolled her eyes and turned away. "Stupid, prick," she muttered. When he didn't stop staring, she leveled her eyes at him again. "Seriously, can I fucking help you?"

He leaned, forward, the front legs of his chair landing with a thud and he smiled at hi wolfishly. Ridley had to admit, he was most definitely gorgeous. No wonder girls in this school spoke of him in reverent tones. He tapped his chin as if thinking. "Well, we haven't been introduced properly, so let's start with that before we figure out just how exactly you can help me." He stuck out his hand, which similarly gloved. "I'm Reid."

She didn't bother shaking his hand but instead eyed him up and down as she twirled her drumsticks. "Ridley Jane Scott."

"Well, baby, I think I love you," he said smoothly, causing her to burst into laughter. "Well, Baby, I've heard better pick up lines," she returned as she stood to leave. Reid looked at the library attendant who was waving them out of the library wildly. When he looked back, Ridley was already out the library door. Reid must have jumped over several chair and tables to get to the door and he couldn't figure out why he still wanted to talk to a girl who had clearly shot him down.

"Hey, Scott," he yelled bursting through the big wooden doors. She merely slowed her pace and Reid fell into step with her. "So this party you're having tonight…….."

"You can come," she said, and he grinned. "That's not what I'm asking."

"No, I won't go with you. I don't date, Sweetheart, and frankly, you're not my type," she said smiling a half apologetic smile. Reid stopped dead in his tracks and watched her disappear down the hall.

"But I'm everybody's type," Reid muttered to himself. And this just had to be true. Reid stared after her a grin slowly appearing on his face. He was definitely her type. She just didn't know it yet.

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There you have it. Please tell me what you think so I know whether or not to go on.