WittySavesTheDay

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1. "It's always ourselves we find in the sea." -from Maggie and Milly and Molly and May by E. E. Cummings

Hello! My name's Autumn (sort of); I'm a ninth grader whose likes vary from basketball and tennis, to piano and art. I find it impossible to talk about your personality without sounding slightly arrogant, so I'll just say that I'm a friendly procrastinator :) I'm a Catholic, and bilingual (want to learn another so the bi- can become tri-).

2. "Sometimes the questions are complicated, but the answers are simple." -Dr. Seuss

Favorite Books: The 39 Clues, Howl's Moving Castle, Sisters Grimm, Around the World in 80 Days, Pride and Prejudice, Emma, Mansfield Park, The Lying Game, Chronicles of Narnia, Everything on a Waffle, Running out of Time, Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys, and Walk Two Moons.

Favorite Movies: Oof... here we go- Stardust, Sherlock Holmes, Front of the Class, Howl's Moving Castle, Hercules, Mulan, Princess Diaries, The Hunger Games, Beauty and the Beast, Aladdin, Hitch, Emperor's New Groove, Enchanted, and Tangled.

Favorite Series/Anime/K-Drama: Pretty Little Liars, Psych, Monk; Ouran Highschool Host Club, Nodame Cantabille; Full House, My Girl, You're Beautiful, Heartstrings.

3. "A fickle heart is the only constant in this world." -Howl's Moving Castle.

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FickleHearts
Chapter 9

Amy slowly approached Jake. "Hey."
"I didn't spot you in your usual seat today at lunch," Jake commented. He was gazing at the scenery. "What's up with that?"
Amy sighed. "Tara had to finish off something in the library..."
Jake's jaw tensed. "The library..."
Amy slowly nodded, mentally kicking herself. Maybe she should've just ignored him when he was calling her.
"Alright," Jake began. He turned to smile at her. "Who told you?"
Amy bit her lower lip. "Huh?"
"About Lena," Jake specified.
Amy rubbed her arm, uncomfortably. "Laurel and Tara told me enough to come to my conclusion."
"Which would be?"
Amy remained silent.
Jake scowled at her. "What? Cat ate your tongue?"
Amy shook her head, not daring to look at him.
"Do you think I killed her just like the rest?" Jake spat.
Amy grimaced. He looked even angrier than back at the cafe.
"Because that's what all nosy people think of me," Jake snarled. "You think you know everything, but you don't know a single thing. Do me a favor, would you? Mind your own business."
"The same goes for you," Amy blurted out, frowning up at him.
Jake took in a deep breath, surprised.
Amy's voice spoke faster than her brain could stop her. "You are the one minding my business. I try to ignore you and keep out of your moody butt's way, but you always follow me around. I did not ask you to speak to me or to question what I knew about Lena. You are sitting up here, practically telling me that I ruined your day, when you and your stupid mood swings keep ruining mine! I'm tired of your idiotic personality and the way you think you can walk all over people because of your 'good looks'. You know what else I'm tired of?! You thinking you're the world's victim. Your crush got ran over by a car, I get it. And I'm sorry if I'm being insensible, but honestly, nobody is blaming you about it. Nobody knows you were there that night! Except freaking ice-heart Laurel who probably hates you because you didn't even come to the funeral of your crush! Man up, would you?"
Amy stopped to catch a breath.
Where had all that come from?
Jake simply stared blankly at her. And then he laughed.
He. Laughed.
"Your face was quite funny," he chuckled, covering his mouth with his hand.
Amy's mouth dropped open. With all her strength, she threw her meal at Jake's foolish face. 
"Ow," Jake breathed out, stopping his laughter.
"That's what I'm talking about," Amy pointed out, frowning. "One moment you're mad, the other you're laughing, and the other you're walking all over people. What? I don't get how people say that girls are the biggest mystery in the world when you're still walking on Earth!"
Jake remained silent, gazing down at the sandwich. "I guess that's my way of saying sorry."
"Changing moods every freaking second?" Amy exclaimed.
"Nope," Jake replied. "Simply hiding my feelings."
Amy remained silent, taken aback by his answer. She was expecting one of his retorts, after all.
Jake's eyes landed on her. But this time, they weren't the usual smug ones she saw. They were different... they were like a wide open book, letting her see the real Jake.
"Ever since Lena died," Jake continued. "I feel as if people will blame me for everything... that I have to keep my guard up. I felt as if just one struck of a bad glance would bring me tumbling down."
"I'm sorry," Amy told him. "But mood swings have nothing to do with keeping your guards up."
Jake gave Amy a truthful smile. "I'm not usually like that... strangely, it only happens with you. I really don't know how to act when I'm around you, don't ask me why."
Amy nodded, forgetting about how weird that sounded. "Oh..."
Jake resumed his laughter. "Nice throw, by the way."
Instead of handing him the usual glare, Amy chuckled along.
So his weird behavior was attributed to the loss of a loved one. Amy suddenly felt slightly guilty. After all, she wasn't really so sane after her dad died, either.
"You're really something, Amy," Jake murmured, smiling at her.
The way he was giving her that caring smile, Amy couldn't help but blush.
"I am truly sorry for giving you such a first week of school," Jake told her. He slightly smiled. "Hopefully, you'll still keep talking to me..."
Amy sighed, smiling at Jake. The real Jake. 
"Of course."
-x-
Thanks for reading! I'm hoping people are enjoying this :) By the way... if you think the Lena subject is done, then you're totally wrong. After all, the story is simply about to begin ;D

FickleHearts
Chapter 8

After Spanish class, Amy couldn't stop thinking of what Laurel had said.
He killed my sister.
Amy shut her eyes close, trying to concentrate on something else. But all she could remember were the bitter eyes Laurel had in that instant. It seemed as if she really hated Jake.
"Hey, are you okay?" Lisa asked.
Amy snapped out of her thoughts. 
She nodded. "Yeah, just distracted."
"By the size of this library?" Lisa replied, gazing at her surroundings. "I know I am. I'd never seen such a big high school library!"
Amy smiled, deciding to lie. "Yeah."
They were sacrificing their recess for Tara, who'd forgotten about a one-page essay she had to give in for Science. She was currently using one of the computers, and two open books laid on the table next to her. From the week she'd spent with Tara, Amy came to the conclusion that she was a really perfectionist and hard-working student.
"I still can't believe you forgot to do your homework," Lisa chuckled.
"Shut up," Tara murmured, focused on her computer screen. It was clear she wasn't happy about the fact.
Amy had to smile. 
Lisa slipped a cookie in her mouth. Eating was not allowed in the library, but Amy had learned that Ms. Young, the young librarian, was very chill. The only thing she didn't allow was, like any other librarian, too much noise. After all, she usually spent her time taking care of the library with her nose buried in a book.
"Who's that?" Lisa asked with her mouth full, pointing at something behind Amy.
Amy turned around, and her breath got caught in her throat.
A portrait of a girl looking like an older version of Lauren was perched up on what seemed like a small and simple shrine.
Tara looked to where Lisa was pointing, and her eyes saddened. "That's Lena Bledel. She... she was run over by a car last year. I think she was in tenth grade at that time."
Lena furrowed her eyebrow together with slight sorrow. "Oh."
"She was a huge fan of books, so they set up her shrine there," Tara explained, still gazing at the picture. "She was a friend of my sister's... I think today was her birthday."
There was a small silent, cut off by Amy. "Did she... by any chance, knew Jake?"
Tara pursed her lips together. "He sort of liked her ever since he was in sixth grade... I don't know the whole story, I just know it was something about her helping him in a bad time of his life. She never liked him back like he did, after all, she was two years older. Besides, I think she was dating some Ian guy."
Amy nodded. That sort of assured her hunch.
She bit the end of her pencil. She had been advancing in some math problems she didn't want to take home (she didn't want to spend her entire afternoon cracking her brain with problems she didn't understand). 
It was quite obvious Jake blamed himself for the death of Lena. She didn't know why... but she wanted to find out. It seemed sort of insensible from her part, but still. Maybe that was the reason why Jake sometimes acted so weirdly? 
Her stomach growled with hunger. She hadn't eaten anything for breakfast.
"Lisa, do you have any of those cookies left?" Amy asked.
"Sorry, just munched down the last one," she informed her.
Amy frowned. She stood up. "I'll go get something... I'll be right back."
To get to the cafeteria, you had to go through the backyard of the school. Not that Amy minded, she really enjoyed walking through the academy's gardens. They were really pleasant. I guess that's how all private school's gardens are, she thought, gazing up at the tall trees. In no time, she was returning back to the library with a cold sandwich in her hand. 
Then she spotted him.
Even though his back was turned to her, she could tell it was Jake. The school was located on the top of a hill, so from a certain area, you could see a lot of the town. It was a pretty breathtaking sight. Jake was leaning against the rails, gazing at the scene.
Amy quickly began to leave, until...
"Hey!"
Amy turned to look at Jake. He was staring back at her, smiling.
He motioned her to come over.
Amy narrowed her eyes. Here it goes.
Little did she know how much that time would change her perspective on Jake.
 

FickleHearts
Chapter 6

Amy finally reached the Spanish class, sighing in relief. She thought she'd be late for her elective. Yes, it'd been a week since class started. And while other students had already begun their elective, Amy had sat for an entire period doing Math reinforcement problems. Their Spanish teacher couldn't make it to school until the second week of class.
As she was about to open the door, she felt someone behind her.
"You were really quiet first period," Jake said. 
Amy bit her lower lip, looking down. 
"Perhaps you're mad that I said I didn't like you?" Jake joked, half-smiling down at her.
Amy gasped, turning to look at the tall boy behind her "You're really something."
"I know," he replied, smugly.
Amy just wanted to whack his head. He storms inside a cafe, causes a ruckus, leaves an awkward atmosphere behind, and doesn't even apologize? Whatever, Amy thought, shaking her head. 
"I'm not mad at you," she said. Which was true. Rather than mad, she felt uncomfortable talking to him. She didn't understand how he could be so popular with those weird mood swings of his.
"Then don't ignore me and make me think you are," he simply stated, ruffling her hair.
"What was that for?" Amy asked, pulling away.
"To say I'm sorry," Jake explained. "I guess I sort of ruined your day. If you like Ian... then it's okay."
Amy patted down her hair. She still wasn't that happy with Jake... at all. He was so... so... complicated and simply fickle.
"You're blocking the way," an icy voice said.
Amy gazed at her right, where a pretty girl stood, glaring at both. She had blue eyes, and golden locks that fell down her shoulders.
"Sorry," Amy said with a smile, making her way inside the class.
However, she couldn't help but notice how Jake tensed up.
Amy glanced back at the girl. She was glowering at Jake.
Amy walked inside the classroom. Maybe it was an ex-girlfriend of his... with that weird attitude of his, she'd understand why she'd be mad at him.
Amy sat on a seat in the front, and the girl from before sat down next to her. As she took her stuff out, Amy tried to smile.
"Hey," she said.
The girl chuckled. "Trying to be friendly, huh?"
Amy remained silent, not really knowing what to say. She noticed that one of the girl's notebooks had Lena's Property scribbled on it. Could this be the Lena Jake mentioned back at Starbucks? 
"Sorry," the girl sighed. She looked up at Amy, giving her a small smile. "The sight of Jake shook me up."
Amy perked up at this. "You two don't get along well?"
The girl shook her head, pursing her lips. "No offense, but I think your friend is sort of an idiot."
"He's not my friend," Amy corrected, her gaze shifting towards Jake. He was talking and laughing with a group of boys. 
"Good," the girl said with a smile. "Then I can be honest about him."
Amy nodded.
"I hate him with all my soul," the girl answered, an ugly look settling in her eyes. 
Amy's eyes slightly widened. True, she wasn't so fond of Jake... but she didn't hate him.
"Oh," was all she could say.
The girl smiled. "You probably think I'm exaggerating when I say that, but I have my reasons."
Amy nodded, not really knowing if it would be proper to go deeper into the subject. Maybe it were personal reasons, or maybe-
"He killed my sister."
Amy was taken aback.
Killed?
Amy looked down, shocked. "I... I'm-"
"Don't apologize," the girl said. "He never did. Why should a stranger do so?"
Amy pressed her lips together, stunned. He killed my sister. Amy gazed at Jake. True, he was many things... but he didn't look like a killer.
"I'm Laurel, by the way," the girl informed. She bitterly waved her notebook in the air, the one with Lena's Property written on it. "Curious about this? This used to be my sister's, Lena. She was good in Spanish, so I thought her notes might help."
Amy remembered the snaps between Jake and Ian at the cafe.
Unlike you, I still care about Lena.
It was
you she ran after that night.
A small hunch began to form in her head.
FickleHearts
Chapter 6

The week passed by, and soon, it was Friday. For an hour, Amy had to seat in her desk, trying to pay attention to the meeting when Jake was throwing paper planes at her head whenever Mrs. Fields turned her back on them.
She took in a deep breath when she was finally out of the building. Adjusting the strap of her bag around her shoulder, she began to walk down the street. She glanced behind her shoulder, making sure she didn't spot Jake. He'd left to the bathroom near the end, and to make sure she could leave without him annoying the heck out of her, she told Mrs. Fields her mother needed her home early. And that was the beginning of her quick escape.
A dark blue car pulled over next to her.
The window slid down, and Ian's smiling face appeared. "Amy."
"Oh, hey," she said, stopping her walk. "What are you doing here so late?"
"I'm actually leaving school earlier than usual," he said. He motioned at a sports bag next to him. "Coach called off volleyball practice earlier because we failed a brand new technique he began teaching us today."
Amy chuckled. "He's strict?"
"Very," he replied. "But that's why we always do a good job in meets."
"I'm glad," Amy answered, smiling.
Ian looked down, also smiling. The smile grew into a grin as he turned to look back up. "I was thinking that to celebrate my early dismissal... maybe you would like to go to Starbucks with me?"
Amy laughed. "Me?"
Ian nodded.
Even though her immediate answer was yes, she jokingly pretended to be thinking about it. "I don't know..."
"I'll pay," Ian assured her.
"Then, yes," Amy replied.
Ian moved his sports bag from the front of his seat, motioning with his hand at Amy to get inside. Once she was buckled up, with a smile, Ian resumed his drive. In a few minutes, he was pulling over in front of Starbucks. 
As soon as they entered the coffee shop, the smell of Vanilla frappe filled the air around Amy. It'd been a pretty eventful week, and it'd be nice to have one delicious frappe as a prize for putting up with it.
"What would you like?" Ian asked her, taking out his wallet.
Amy ordered, and, after asking Ian what he wanted, ordered for him too. Ian paid, and after a few minutes, they got their orders.
Ian took a sip of his cold drink. "I hear Jake Ridgehill asked Mrs. Fields to make you his secretary?"
"Not his secretary," Amy corrected. 
Ian smiled. "How was council meeting?"
"Alright, I guess. But after getting hit on by many paper planes, I can't say it was so pleasant," Amy informed him, taking a seat.
"I can't blame them," Ian joked. "You're quite good-looking."
Amy laughed. "I see what you did there."
Ian's smile grew. "Thankfully, or the situation would've turned awkward... but hey, be glad. If it weren't for that meeting, you wouldn't be enjoying a frappe in this instant."
The store bells jingled.
"You're right," Amy said, gazing at the cup in her hand. "It's been a while since I had one."
"Seems like you like to take everything that has something to do with me, huh, Ian?"
Ian and Amy turned to look at Jake, who was glowering down at Ian.
"I didn't know you liked her..." Ian murmured, looking away.
"I don't," Jake clarified. "Unlike you, I still care about Lena."
Jake remained silent.
Lena? Amy frowned in confusion.
"Maybe you never cared about her, and just took her away from me because you wanted to," Jake spat.
"Hey, it was you she ran after that night," Ian defended himself.
Jake's jaw tensed up.
Ian, as if realizing he'd done something wrong, took in a sharp breath. "That did not sound the way I wanted it to..."
"Nothing ever does," Jake finalized, stomping away from the table and out of the store.
Amy turned to look at Ian, who was looking down guiltily at his hands.
"Are you alright?" Amy asked him with worry.
Ian pursed his lips, nodding. "I am. It's Jake you should worry about."
FickleHearts
Chapter 5

The previous day had gone by quickly.
Amy opened the doors to her homeroom, only to be greeted by all pair of eyes on her.
"Here comes the girl who likes to call people 'annoying'!" Jake announced, a mischievous smile in his face.
Amy looked away, not daring to look into that idiot's face. Was she the only one who thought of him annoying? There had to be another person that disliked being around him... 
Ignoring all the looks, she made her way to her seat.
"Seems like everybody knows your name, now," Lisa announced.
"Who has he told?" I muttered, getting out my stuff.
"So it is true?" Tara exclaimed, admiration in her eyes.
"Only the entire ninth grade," Lisa replied. "Some tenth graders know, too. So I'm thinking that by the end of the day, the whole school will know your name."
Amy sighed. "In a good or a bad way?"
"Half and half," Tara answered. "I will be the half who knows it as good."
Amy buried her face in her hands. "I only called him annoying... it's not like I punched him or something."
"Never has a girl called Jake any other name that's not 'cutie', 'hottie' or anything of that sort," Tara explained. "So of course, it's pretty shocking..."
Lisa smiled. "You're now like the protagonist of a chick flick."
"Chick flicks are stupid," Amy groaned angrily.
Lisa and Tara chuckled before the bell rang. Soon, Mrs. Fields was entering the classroom. 
"Good morning class," she said.
"Good morning," some greeted back, including Amy (even though she was in a bad mood).
Mrs. Fields set her things down. "All here with older siblings might know of my class council system."
A lot of students nodded and agreed.
"But for the ones who don't," Mrs. Fields began. "Even though I'm probably the only teacher who does this, I enjoy making class councils. That is, class president, class secretary, etc. I'll write the positions down on the board, so begin thinking who you want to nominate. Of course, you can nominate yourself, too."
Amy patted Tara's shoulder.
Tara turned around, her eyes bright with excitement. "Nominate me for president."
"Thought so," Amy replied, grinning.
"Done," Mrs. Fields announced. "Now, to begin... president nominations?"
Amy's hand shot up.
"Amy," Mrs. Fields said.
"I nominate Tara Nash."
"Following your sister's footsteps, aren't we Tara?" Mrs. Fields asked with a giggle. "Any other nominees?"
Tara won, of course. The other positions were chosen, and it was finally time to choose the secretary.
"We need someone who, is not only privileged with a good penmanship, but is quick to jot things down," Mrs. Fields was saying.
However, no one rose their hands.
"Come on, students," Mrs. Fields sighed. "Nobody enjoys taking notes, I know. But come on... there's gotta be someone."
No movement from the class.
"Come on, class-"
"I'd like to nominate Amy Trent."
Amy's eyes widened, and then they narrowed in anger. That was Jake's voice.
Mrs. Fields smiled. "Thank you, Jake."
Amy snapped her eyes back to Jake. She whispered, "What did you do that for?"
"I saw you take notes in 10B," Jake replied, smiling ear to ear. "You're a fast writer."
Amy shook her head. "But I don't want to be secretary."
"No more volunteers, huh?" Mrs. Fields began. "Then it's settled. Amy Trent's our new secretary."
"Too late," Jake whispered, his eyes landing on Mrs. Fields.
"Now, it's time for the treasurer," Mrs. Fields said. "The treasurer has to be at least okay in math, and will spend quite an amount of time with the secretary-"
"I'd like to nominate myself," Jake cut in, gazing at Amy.
People hooted.
Some girls glared at Amy.
Tara gave a pitying glance to her friend.
Lisa giggled.
Amy wanted the ground to swallow her up.
"Alright," Mrs. Fields finally said, slightly chuckling after glancing at that 'couple'. "Any more nominees?"
The class remained silent.
"Then it's settled," Mrs. Fields brightly announced. "We've got our class council. Every Friday you'll stay one extra hour in school, discussing class matters."
The girl next to Amy winked. "You're a lucky one."
Amy's mouth parted open, as Lisa patted her back.
"Maybe Jake wanted everybody to know your name for more than one reason," she whispered.
Amy pressed her lips together as she slowly turned to look at Jake.
He was smirking at her. "Seems like we'll have a date every Friday."
One look at the glint in his eyes and she knew he'd done it to annoy her.
"As I said before," Amy murmured to herself, looking down at her desk. "He's utterly annoying."
-x-
Thanks for the faves! I know this chapter might be pretty uneventful, but what happened here will lead up to the events of next chapter... in which everything will start ;)



My friend used to like this guy.
And he knew it.
But he always told her her
older sister was cuter than her.
She always told me how
 heartbroken she felt.
Until she met his older brother.
Let's just say he was pretty shocked
when he heard about their first date ;D

FickleHearts
Chapter 4

Amy's eyes were as wide as saucers. 
None of the students around them made a move to help Amy. In fact, they were discreetly running away.
The three bullies began to corner her against the wall, and Amy felt her bones freeze with fear. She couldn't move or call out for help. She was just standing there, waiting with anxiety for the first blow to come.
The first one smirked. "Here it goes."
He picked up his fist, but in a rapid movement, a hand stopped his bulky arm.
"Evan, seriously, what in the world are you doing?"
The bulky guy, Evan, turned to his back, giving Amy a chance to look at her hero.
An average-looking boy with golden hair and brown eyes glanced at her before setting his eyes back on Evan.
"Ian," Evan snarled. 
Ian smiled at Evan, motioning at Amy. "You see, she's a friend of mine. I wouldn't like her to be beaten on her first day of school."
"That twig is a friend of yours?" Evan repeated.
Evan nodded. "Yes, Evan. Now leave us alone. I asked her to meet me here, so she does have permission to be here."
Evan scoffed. He glanced at his friend, motioning toward the end of the hallways. "Let's leave."
And just like that, the trio left.
"See you in volleyball practice!" Ian exclaimed, waving at them.
None of the trio members answered.
Amy was still frozen in place.
Ian, gazing at her, smiled. "You're definitely new in here. If you would've at least come from Pennsylvania Academy K-8, you would've heard from them."
Amy slowly nodded, letting out a breath. "Thanks."
Ian shrugged. "You're welcome... now, what exactly are you doing here?"
Amy glanced at her map, frowning at the memory of Jake. "Some doofus sent me here as a prank. I thought I was heading to the tenth grade building."
Ian shook his head, chuckling. "The tenth grade building is on the other side. Come."
Ian left outside, and Amy followed. Once she was next to him, he pointed at a building to their left. "That's the tenth grade building."
Amy nodded, feeling stupid.
Ian turned to look at her. "I'm Ian Montgomery, by the way."
Amy smiled. "Amy Trent."
"Nice meeting you," Ian replied. He hesitated. "By chance... was it Jake Ridgehill who sent you here?"
Amy sighed, nodding.
Something changed in the look on Ian's face, but Amy couldn't put a finger on what.
"Thought so," he murmured. He smiled at her. "Well, I'll see you around... hopefully."
Amy nodded, and waved as soon as Ian left.
Once he was inside his building, Amy left. She walked as quickly as possible, but she didn't really want to get there. Jake had already plummeted all her good mood down to the ground. To make matters worse, once she entered the building, she saw Jake's tall figure leaning against the wall next to 10B. 
"You're here," he said with a smile.
Amy didn't return it.
He motioned at the door. "I've been waiting for you... guess I got confused with directions."
He chuckled, but Amy didn't even move. She just stared blankly at him before making her way to the door.
Jake stopped her. "Why are you acting like that? I just like to joke around with new kids. You can ask anyone."
Amy glared at him. She blurted her thoughts out before she could even restrain herself. "I'm acting like this because I find you annoying."
Jake's smile disappeared. He pursed his lips. "Anything else?"
"That's it," she finished icily.
Jake's smile returned. Though, it was quite obvious what a fake it was. "Then, let's head inside. I need to fill out some forms, too."


FickleHearts
Chapter 3

Amy instantly took a liking to her elderly English teacher. Besides the fact that she'd always enjoyed literature and writing, Mrs. Fields seemed like a nice and sweet woman. 
In the blink of an eye, the bell rang. Amy checked her schedule. Elective.
Tara turned to look at her. "You didn't come to the opening ceremony, did you?"
Amy shook her head.
"You were supposed to fill out a lot of forms that day, so the students who didn't attend the ceremony must go to class 10B at this hour," Tara explained. "Don't worry, you won't loose your first day of electives. We are choosing ours too right now."
Amy nodded. "Thanks... just one more thing..."
Tara smiled knowingly. "To get to class 10B, you go straight down the hallway to a door leading to the central yard of the school. Since this is the ninth grade building, to get to the tenth grade one, you'll just head straight to the fountain in the center. From there, turn left and you're inside the tenth grade building. It'll be pretty easy to find the classroom once there."
Amy smiled, nodding. "Thanks."
"You're welcome," Tara replied. She turned to look at Lisa. "Come on, I'll take you to the computer room."
Lisa smiled at Amy. "See you in third period. Bye!"
Tara waved before the two exited the room.
Once left alone, Amy looked around. She didn't remember a single thing of what Tara had said. On the row next to her, behind the desk next to hers, was a handsome boy. Reddish-brown hair, green eyes and chiseled-like jaw. Amy thought that he might be a little too snobby, so she began to search around for another person. However, he caught her eye before she turned around and smiled at her.
"Do you need help with something?" he asked.
Amy smiled back. "Actually... yes. Do you know where class 10B is?"
The boy stretched out his arm. "Could you lend me a pencil?"
Amy obeyed.
The boy ripped out a page of his notebook, and drew a map. Once he finished it, he handed it to Amy.
"I hope it's clear for you..." his voice trailed off, silently asking her to tell him her name.
"Amy Trent."
"Amy," he repeated. He smiled. "I'm Jake Ridgehill."
Amy nodded, quite surprised. It was her first day of school, and she'd managed to talk to the most popular guy around.
Jake picked up his stuff. "Well, Amy... I'll see you around."
Amy gave him a curt nod before his departure. After picking her stuff up, she inspected the map before heading off.
It took her a while, but she finally reached the building. Pennsylvania Academy was quite big. But once she opened her door, she couldn't help but take in a sharp breath. All of the students seemed bigger than a tenth grader should... and the door to her right said 11A. She glanced at her map to make sure she had got it right. And she had. Shaking her head, she realized that Jake kid had lied to her. She glanced at the clock on the hallway. She'd be incredibly late to the conference. As quickly as she could, she turned to open the door for a rapid exit, but she felt the presence of someone behind her.
"Not just a new girl... but a freshmen."
Amy turned around, and her eyes involuntarily widened. Three hunky and giant guys were standing in front of her, smirks on their faces. And by the looks of fear the other kids around them had, they were the bullies of junior year.
"Seems like I've got it wrong," Amy replied. "Bye."
She turned around, but one of them caught her shoulder. "Freshmen are not allowed in the Junior building."
Amy grimaced, not daring to look at them. "Then kick me out."
She did not want to be around them anymore.
The trio laughed. "You're funny... it makes me feel bad for you."
"But we need you," one of the murmured in her ear.
Amy jerked her head away, laughing nervously. "I'm quite clumsy, therefore quite useless. Bye."
The grip on her shoulder tightened.
"You're a girl, but I'm guessing that beating a female up would send our message across in a more threatening way," one snarled.
Beating? Amy's eyes widened in fear.

FickleHearts
Chapter 2
Luckily for Amy, her homeroom class was right at the entrance of the school's hallways. Pennsylvania Academy's classroom system was quite different than what she was used to. Students only left their homeroom when they had Art, Music, Computer, P.E., and electives. The rest of the classes were taken in the same classroom.
The first thing she noticed when she entered her class was the group of laughing people circled around a desk. She couldn't really see who were the people in the middle, but it seemed as if they were three boys. The rest of her classmates were scattered across the room, some chatting and others quiet, "discretely" glancing around. 
Amy made her way to an empty desk next to the window, which was in between two other occupied desks. A girl with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes was sitting in the one behind hers, jotting down stuff. The one in front of her was filled with an olive-colored skin girl, with dark eyes and black hair up in a ponytail.
She set her things down, and smiled at both girls. "Hey."
Both girls looked up, and, to Amy's surprise, they didn't ignore or scoff at her. In fact, they seemed glad they were now meeting someone new.
"Hey," the brown-haired girl replied.
"Hello," the blue-eyed girl said. To her surprise, a silky British accent accompanied her reply.
The brown-haired girl glanced at her charm bracelet. "That's cute."
"It has an 'A' on it," blue eyes observed. "I'm guessing your name starts with that letter?"
"I'm Amy Trent," Amy explained.
Blue eyes smiled. "Lisa Cahill."
"Tara Nash," brown hair continued. 
And just like that, the three girls began to happily converse about each other. Lisa told them how she'd moved from England a couple of months back, and how, even though she missed home, she already liked the Pennsylvanian way of living. Amy introduced herself, telling them about public school and field hockey. And Tara, having been a classmate of nearly the entire ninth grade for a lifetime, told them about everyone. She was just speaking of her previous best friend, who moved to Florida, when an explosion of laughter burst from the large group.
"They're still as popular as ever," Tara murmured, gazing at them.
Lisa raised an eyebrow. "Huh?"
"You can't really see them right now, but the ones in the middle are Lucas Marin, Caleb Montgomery and, the leader of all, Jake Hollingsworth," Tara explained. "They're the unmean boy version of mean girls. Everybody knows them and everybody wants to be with them... especially because of their looks. Besides, they have people skills, something important in Pennsylvania Academy."
Amy nodded.
Just as Tara finished, the bell rang, signaling that class was about to begin. 
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Short... I know. But the previous one I'd written would take a whole page of Witty, and I couldn't cut it in the middle without making it look weird. Which is why this chapter is pretty uneventful. Thanks for everybody who read and feel free to comment or fave!
FickleHearts
Chapter 1
At that time, he was only fourteen.
Jake Ridgehill was now turning fifteen, but he was still carrying that heavy burden from a year ago. Every night he remembered the last spark of life in the eyes of the person who he cared for, knowing it was his fault the person was now death.
Fearing that the world would leave him behind, he simply tried to carry on. But its pace was still too fast for him. Before he knew it, he was left behind in that night. But Jake is that kind of boy who everybody finds perfect; handsome, popular and strong-minded. He's a bright student, but not too applied in his studies. He's not rude, but he's not the nicest either. He's just an in-between, but somehow, everybody still found him special. They couldn't open their eyes to the fact that they were a pace ahead of Jake.
Yes, he knows what it feels like to hide everything behind a charming smile.
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When Amy Trent slowly opened her eyes, she saw her older sister, all dressed for college, checking her suitcases. Gasping, Amy sat up.
"Please tell me you've woken up earlier than you said you would?" Amy asked her older sister.
Jenna just laughed, shaking her head.
Amy's hazel eyes nearly popped out once she saw the hour. "No! No no no no NO! I'm gonna be late!"
Jumping up to her feet, she quickly ran to the bathroom and locked herself in. After taking the quickest bath she'd ever taken, she thanked God that her new high school required her to wear uniforms. Once she put it on, she admired herself in the mirror. Her mother had found some extra money so Amy could be enrolled in a private high school, and thanks to that, she now looked all classy with its uniforms.
Grinning in delight, she glanced at herself in the mirror. Should she braid up her brown hair, or let it cascade to her shoulders? 
"Amy! You're gonna be late for your first day of high school!" she heard her mother shout from downstairs.
She'll let  it down. Once again, she thanked God that her school only allowed girls to wear lipgloss. Since she was not so skilled with makeup, it would take her at least a whole hour to get her eyes done.
Once she was out of her room, Amy sadly gazed at Jenna, who was checking out things from her list. The only thing she wasn't thanking God of was he fact that Pennsylvania Academy began school the same day Jenna left.
Jenna turned around, smiling. "Go on. Don't run late on your first day of school."
Without a word, Amy ran up to her sister and hugged her tight. "I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too," Jenna whispered, hugging back. Once she pulled away, they smiled at each other. "But you know that's why facebook's there."
Amy giggled. With once final glance at her sister, she ran downstairs. As she grabbed a toast already prepared for her, she planted a kiss on her mother's cheek.
"Bye!" she said.
As soon as her mother answered, Amy burst her house's doors open and ran down the street. You could say she was nervous for high school. But nervous happy. It was a completely new school, meaning, a completely fresh start. People would not know her as the shy and quiet Amy who lost her father in sixth grade, they would simply know her as new girl Amy. And thanks to the slight people skills she acquired by her new friends in field hockey (she thanks her mother greatly for making her join a sport in summer), she will finally be able to make friends.
Once she reached the school's front yard, a smile brightened her face. Here we go.