How to stay alive? (for 24 hours)

Sounds good to me too

Andrew

Andrew pulled up to school in his broken down truck that had graced him with starting. Living off his parents made life easier than he thought. Now that he was on his own, Maria, his bucket of bolts, was all he could afford.

How embarrassing.

The truck sputtered into the parking lot, rattling on, with Andrew lost in thought behind the wheel. He barely noticed a girl standing in the middle of the isle.

"Shoot," Andrew slammed on the breaks pulling Maria to a screeching halt, inches from the girl's feet.

She glared menacingly at him and walked over to the open passenger window, "Watch it, will you?" she frowned.

"Yeah, sorry about that," Andrew felt his face begin to redden. Just then some biker dude walked up behind her, probably her boyfriend or something.

Great.

He walked over to the driver's side and yanked open the door. "What are you doing?!" he shouted. His breath wreaked of smoke.

"Look, man, it was an accident. No one was hurt, just chill out ok?"

"You could've killed her!" the guy raised his voice even louder.

"Whatever, dude," Andrew chuckled and hopped back into the driver's seat, "I already apologized."

Before either could say any more on the subject, he angled across the lot and pulled into a parking space.

(Is that ok for a starter?)

James

"Are you okay...?" James started.

"Sam," the girl answered.

"James. Are you alright? That guy's an idiot," James said. "If you want, I can go take care of him."

Sam laughed. "I can take care of myself just fine, thank you." She walked away from James. He followed her in the store. There was something about her he just couldn't walk away from.

Inside she was browsing the racks of cigarettes. "Here," he said, handing his last cigarette to her.

"I'll buy my own, thank you."

James took a deep breath and let it out slowly, the air making a whooshing sound through his teeth.

"What are you still doing standing here?" Sam asked. "Get back to school."

He shrugged. "Too cool for school," he said. "I know, I know, its cliche."

Sam stepped up to the counter and spoke to the cashier. James looked around, suddenly spotting the guy from the truck. Anger boiled inside him. What if Sam had been Olivia, and what if he hadn't stopped in time?

James strode down the aisle towards him. "Hey, what is wrong with you man?" he shouted. "You could have hit a little kid back there!"

Taking her fake I.D. back from the cashier and her cigarettes, she turned back to where James had been standing a minute ago.

Maybe he did go back to the school.

She thought, only to toss the idea aside a moment later when she recognized his voice and that of the guy from the truck. Sighing and cussing inwardly, she walked over to them, grabbing James by the arm.

“Drop it. What’s it matter now?” She said, shoving her I.D. and cigarettes in her pocket.

"Janis! Oh My God! Did you hear?! That hot bad boy you like James is back in school! He just came today!" Amelia squealed in homeroom. I blushed a deep red and answered,

"Ah-Melia!! I do NAWT like him! Even if I did he's not interested, plus I have work and stuff!" I blurted back.

"You are such a liar! It's so obvious from your blush, why don't you just ask him out already?"

"Cause he's a senoir and dangerous and unbelievably hawt and I'm only a junoir but that's not the point. He spits on girls like me" I replied. Sighingly deeply I turned to ponder about who I would have to work with tonight at work...

Andrew

Perfect, Andrew let a few curse words slide under his breath, Spaz dude is back.

"Drop it. What's the matter now?" The girl he almost hit grabbed James' arm.

"I will freaking kill you if you pull another stunt like that!" James growled, looking slightly like an angry wolf.

"Chill out, man! I already told you and your girl I was sorry, just do what she said, and drop it." Andrew stepped a little closer to show he was serious.

Sam seemed to blush a little when Andrew called her James' girl.

"Now if you can't control yourself, I'll be more than happy to take this somewhere else and we can thrash this out," he let a slight smile toy at the edges of his mouth.

"What's the matter with here and now?!" James pushed Andrew back, daring him to press further.

Sam pushed her way between the guys and pushed them apart.

“Both of you stop this shit before I call the cops her to haul both of your asses to jail!” She growled, glaring at both of them before continuing. “What’s done is done, and I’m sure you’ll-” she turned her head to the guy from the parking lot. “-watch out while driving.” Hearing the cashier start to speak, Sam realized he was on the phone.

“-it looks like they are about to fight, can you send some cops here?” Sam let go of both of the guys, and turned towards the store door, ready to dash out.

James

He glared at the guy. "You're lucky this time," he said. "Now watch it or next time you won't be so lucky."

James stormed out of the store, leaving Sam behind. Somehow, he ended up back in front of the school. He didn't particularly want to sit in any classes but he didn't know what else to do. And besides, he promised Olivia...

He slipped into the back of his algebra class. The teacher sighed when he walked in, but didn't call him out on it. By this time the teachers figured it would be better to keep him in class than send him to the principal's office.

"Hey," he whispered to the girl sitting next to the only open desk. Her name might have been Jane...or Janis or something like that. "Can I borrow a pencil?"

She blushed a bright red and immediately averted her eyes. James smiled and laughed to himself. Girls. He flashed her one of his best smiles. "Please? I think I'm a little behind on my notes."

Janis extended a shaky arm to hand him a florescent green number two pencil. She blushed again as he examined the color. He laughed. "My little sister's favorite color."

"Quiet in the back!" the teacher shouted.

“Quiet in the back!” Sam heard the teacher say from outside the door of the Algebra Class. She had considered skipping school for the rest of the day, but decided against it. Walking into the room, the class and teacher turned their attention to her.

“A word after class, Ms. Lewis.” The teacher said. Sam scowled and turned to glare at James.

It’s his fault I’m late.

She thought, walking to her usual seat towards the back of the class. Sitting down, she pulled one of her pencils, and studied it as she waited for the class to end.