Untitled...for now

(i couldn't think of a title for this story)

Genre: General, High School Fic

Danny Jacobs was not pleased with his new high school. No. Not pleased at all. As he walked down the new steps to the gates of a supposed new social life, he sniffed the air lethargically, and sighed. THIS was the school he was being sent to, after being top of the class since kindergarten, taking advance music, having played in front of the President, had a painting of his own sent to Africa to a rich family, all before sophomore year? Really. He did not deserve this.

As soon as he opened the doors of Gataway Ridge High School, he consciously reached his perfectly ironed tie uncomfortably. He was always sent to a private, first-class school, where his super-rich parents would pay for his every single desire no matter how ridiculous it was. Not that there was anything ridiculous about Danny, that is. Now it was all over.

Gwendolyn Jacobs had given birth to another boy just two months ago, in August. For some reason, they wanted their younger child, Harry, to be exact, to be a new and improved version of Danny. Highly professional teachers that a normal student would never hope to achieve came to his house regularly, and by the time Danny dressed for the first day of school he was sure that Harry-the little monster-has already memorized the alphabet.

He peered slowly at the main hallway testily, with a pouted lip. There, on the right corner, a very "mature" brunette was having her way with a muscle armed boy in a jersey. To his left, a boy with a mohalk and at least four piercings was pounding a scrawny, goggle-eyed freshman to a locker. The floor was dirty with scratch marks, and at least one or two lockers were broken; its doors hanging by a hinge.

He, however, thought himself much more higher than this, and walked up bravely to the mohalk boy and asked politely, "'Scuse me? D-do you know where the principal office is, by chance?" THe boy stopped immiediantly and sneered at him, and for a second Danny thought he was gonna slug him. But after a few seconds, he scowled and said, "The right corridor, take a left in the second exit and the first one on the right is his office. It's the...it's the big one." Before returning to the freshman as if he was never disturbed. Thinking that the boy would never notice, Danny didn't bother thanking him and followed his directions, where, as the mohalk boy had said, was the biggest one.

He opened the door timidly and asked quietly, "Is...is Principal Waldorf here?" The secretary eyed him for about a second longer than needed, before nodding quietly in a dowdy voice, "He's busy with another student. Please wait in that chair until he's done." She nodded at a small chair across from her desk. He obediantly sat down with his hands folded with a thin smile, and waited.

After what seemed like ten long minutes, a bald man with a quite large nosewalked out with a grinning girl. He was not smiling. Looking at him, he said in the same droning voice as the secretary, "Ahh...Daniel Jacobs...welcome to Gataway Ridge High School."

"Why thank you, principal, may I just tell you how excited I am to-"

For the first time in history, a teacher waved his voice off with little interest. "Well, Jacobs, I suspect you'll need a tour guide of this school? This school is quite vast, it wouldn't be wise if the smartest boy in our school was lost." Danny flushed, before realizing it wasn't a compliment.

Principal Waldorf turned to the girl, who was giggling slightly behind her fishnecked arm. "Isabella, as punishment for your vandilization, you will have to be Daniel Jacobs' tour guide. I want him to know all the corridors, rooms, and rules by the end of this week. If not, it's Saturday school for you. Again."

At this, Danny's smile faded quickly, before staring at Isabella and then at himself. They couldn't be any more OPPOSITE. His hair was perfectly combed, he was clean shaven, he had a skinny-broad figure with a stain-less white dress shirt, with a red tie, plain dark blue pants, and a pair of clean looking shoes.

But SHE, on the order hand, has a pale, powdered face, dark mascara, and even darker lips. She has pretty, long, shoulder-length wavy black hair, but it was limp and not bouncy and didn't look full of life. She was wearing leg and arm fishnets, a black cami with a metal chain necklace, two gold bracelets, one on each arm, and two large wristbands. She had a metal chain on her waist, holding up her black lacy miniskirt, and combat boots.

She smiled at him brightly, before the bells rang and the secretary dowdy shooed them away.

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What, did I do, to deserve this? He thought miserably. He was a gentleman, and last time he checked gentlemen didn't hang out with girls like Isabella.

"How do you do?" She asked in a drawling sort of voice. She sort of had a British tinge to it.

"Fine, actually." He replied without facing her.

"Can I see your schedule?"

"...sure." He rifled through his duffel bag for a few seconds before his fingers appeared gripping a sheet of paper. He handed his schedule to her.

Isabella studied the paper for a few seconds with her wide, penny-sized eyes. She suddenly burst into a grin. "We have the same schedule!" She rifled through her duffel bag and showed him her schedule, forcing him to look at her.

As Danny scanned her shcedule, his heart sank. She was right. They DID have each subject together.

Isabella smiled even brighter, making her pallid appearance quite unusual. "Well, then I can kiss Saturday school goodbye. This will be easy." She blow kissed the air with a mock laugh. Daniel didn't dare join her.

She seemed smarter than he thought because she stopped and changed the subject as quickly as she had met him.

"Can I call you Danny? You can call me Izzy."

"Whatever." He said with little interest. She frowned and cocked her head toward him.

"Like, what's your damage? Why are you being such an a-"

"I would like it if you didn't use profanity against me, Isabella."

"I would like it if you stopped being such a b-"

"I said quit it."

"You think I'd listen to a prep like you? Bulls-"

Danny turned to her with a piercing glare that she returned. They stood there for a few seconds. She growled.

"I was just trying to be friends. If you're gonna be such a...such a..." She hissed, "b. about it, then fine."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Just go away."

"I don't know how you people think, but F-Y-I, I'm a person too. I'm guessing you wouldn't want to go to Saturday School either, hmm?"

He stopped in his walk following her and crossed his arms. "Just tell me where homeroom is and I'll leave you alone."

She scowled. Her arm whipped in front of her and she pointed directly at the door in front of her. "We just arrived. Jerkwad." He rolled his eyes at her imaturity and walked in, her following reluctantly suit.

To Be Continued...