Shane was working on a project in Biology as Dana walked over to the table. She looked up and smiled at her friend.

“How far did you get?” Dana sat her books on the table.

“I didn’t get too far, I was waiting for you.” She looked down at the paper, and she looked back up. “Holy shit—what is she doing here?”

“Who?” Dana began to look around as Shane ducked for cover.

“Roxy—I met her at the last club I played at. She was hitting on me.” Dana saw an unfamiliar redhead.

“Are you talking about that redhead?” Dana pointed at the girl, and Shane smacked her hand. “Oww—what was that for?”

“Don’t point—didn’t your mom tell you not to point?” She rested her head on the table. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

“You shouldn’t make yourself look so obvious.” Dana began to pull out her notebook and pen.

“Well I’m sorry. I just don’t want to be noticed.”

“Well you will if you keep acting the way you are,” Dana looked up and then opened her notebook. “And that’s too late because here she comes.” She grabbed her pen and began to start on the project.

“Shane?” Shane removed her arms from over her head and looked up. She lifted her head up and smiled.

“Hi—umm,” the girl smiled.

“It’s me, Roxy. We met at the club you were playing a week ago.”

Shane snapped her fingers. “Yeah—how can I forget?”

“Well I didn’t figure you.” Dana rolled her eyes and continued to work.

“So what are you doing here?”

“I go here,” she grinned.

“Really?” Dana shot her head up. “I never saw you around. Are you sure that you go here?” She rested her hands under her chin. Shane glared at Dana.

“Well I’ve been going here since junior year. I know who you are, Dana Fairbanks. You’re on the tennis team.”

Dana nodded. “That I am, but I have another question.” Shane rolled her eyes and sighed. “What? I would like to know your new friend.”

“It’s okay, go ahead.”

“Why haven’t you been in our class this semester?”

“Well I’ve been taking another class, but it wasn’t helping me with my credits so my counselor switched me to this class.”