A/N: I originally wrote this story about 2 years ago, so if it sounds vaguely familiar, that would probably be why. I recently just logged into my account for the first time in ages today and I saw what a wreck this thing was and how badly it needed editing. So, thus, I am editing it. I'm going to repost the story chapter by chapter eventually.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I am not the genius that John Hughes is. Or quite so rich. Therefore all of the characters that are recognizable to you are indeed fruits of his own labor and his utter genius. All the characters where you say "And who the hell is that?", those would be my creations.

Chapter 1: Gamut of Emotions

Allison Reynolds woke instantly as her alarm clock/radio popped to life and blasted a tinny version of "Happy Birthday" by Altered Images in her ear. Groggily she reached her hand out and smashed the off button down roughly. For some reason I have a strange feeling of expectation today, she thought as she climbed out of bed and rummaged around her closet for some clothes. Oh, wait…It's just me foolishly thinking that anything between me and Sporto would work out. Who am I kidding? Today, I'm just going to be a fly on the wall, like I was before. Allison, quit building yourself up…you're just gonna disappoint yourself, she told herself as she put on a pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt that her sister Andie designed for her grunge-y clothing line out in Seattle. She put on a ratty brown sweater to break the morning chill. After all it was only March 26th in suburban Illinois, not Tahiti or even Florida. After smearing on some eyeliner and chapstick, Allison found a thin studded black headband and swept her rat's nest hair away from her face. There…I can be like the prom queen, but still be me...I guess. Claire definitely had a point, she looked better without a shock of unruly hair in her face, but Allison still thought she looked better with heavy eyeliner. She closed the chapstick tube and tossed it into her bag, and slung it (considerably lighter now that she wasn't carrying the entire material contents of her life in it) over her shoulder and left the house, grabbing a quick breakfast to eat on the way to school: A banana, doughnut, and a small carton of orange juice. As she stood and waited for the bus and as she rode the bus, she continued to mentally berate herself for getting so worked up over a guy.

The ancient, beat up bus sputtered and wheezed to a stop directly in front of Shermer High School. Allison piled off with the rest of the students and sighed. She still hadn't been able to put out her feeling of anticipation. This is the location of your living hell. Don't be so happy. Really, what exactly do you think is going to happen today Allison?

Her eyes scanned the parking lot. She saw Andy climbing out of some kid's black Porsche and he seemed to be searching the school grounds for something or someone. It can't possibly be a kook like me that he's looking for. He's probably looking for one of Claire's cheerleader friends, whatsername? Delia? Now she's little Miss Guy Magnet, she told herself tersely. She quickly looked back before he saw her. She didn't want to seem too eager. Just then, a short kid in a blue sweater and khakis walked into her.

"So sorry," the kid said, sounding very flustered.

"Not a problem…wait…Brian?" Allison replied, recognizing him.

"Oh Allison, I didn't realize it was you…no offense, but you're unrecognizable with the hair off the face," said Brian "But it's definitely a good change."

"Eh, it's a change," Allison replied indifferently. "Yeah, I gotta get to my locker, so see ya."

"See you Allison." As an afterthought he added "Don't beat yourself up if Andy ignores you…jocks can be really shitheaded. Just look at what he did to Larry."

Allison contemplated it. He had indeed been a jerk at that moment that earned him the Saturday detention. Who purposely tapes a kid's ass cheeks together for fun? She tried to convince herself otherwise, but Allison was still obsessed with him. She also applauded Brian's perceptiveness. He knew exactly what was irking her. Eh, nerds and nothings, we're one in the same, right?

Before homeroom, Allison trudged to her locker and got her Biology book. As she slammed her locker and turned around she saw Andy wading through in the middle of a mob of jocks and their slutty cheerleader girlfriends. She debated joining them to see if he or any of them would notice her, but then she decided that the possible humiliation she could experience in front of him far outweighed any positives in the situation. As she slogged into homeroom, she was shocked to notice that Claire had been in her homeroom and she never noticed.

"Allison! I am loving the hair darling!" Claire exclaimed with a wide grin and energetic wave.

She was still startled. She wasn't used to this much outside attention at school. The situation did however give her hope. The formerly snobby princess had acknowledged her in front of her friends…so there was no reason why Andy wouldn't, right? She waved and nodded at Claire in acknowledgment and sat down. Like 95 percent of the rest of the school, she struggled to stay awake during the announcements. Even worse was that because the student aide who usually read them was absent, Vernon was reading them with a superiorly arrogant tone that could be sensed without seeing him.

"Andrew Clarke, please report to the main office immediately."

That announcement certainly sharpened Allison's attention…Hmm... I wonder what he did wrong. Maybe I could 'mysteriously' show up there. Wow Al, way to go all stalker on his ass...eh, if I see him, I see him. If not I can't get too pissed about it I guess.

A/N: As always, please review...and as a heads-up, I do have a sequel to this story...I just have to get going on that one, my old computer bit the dust, so I lost the progress I had on that one too. The first chapter is posted now, but like this, needs a big cleanup...but you're free to read it at any rate and suggest where I should take it.