A young girl, with eager blue eyes and wavy blond hair, stared at one of her classmates impatiently. "It's... Good, Lisa," her classmate replied. The young girl, Lisa, frowned slightly. She'd been hoping for a more enthusiastic reply- something along the lines of "Fantastic!" or "Superb!" Instead, all she got was a mere "Good."
"Thanks," she muttered, as her classmate walked to the next science fair project. Ah, science fair week at school. It was Lisa's favorite time of the year; not only was spring time just coming into play, but, she got to do a project for the whole school to praise, about her favorite subject, science. Even better, there weren't guidelines about what projects you could (well, other than the regular rules about nothing perverted or wrong in anyway.).
Most kids looked at the week with disdain; Lisa looked at it with excitement and eagerness. Not only did it give Lisa a chance to show off her scientific knowledge, but she also got to skip third period science class to 'work on your project.' Which really meant sitting around, talking to her friends. All in all, it was a very good week.
This year, she had decided to do her science project on a mostly untouched subject at her school science fair; why tennis balls bounce. She had found the idea while searching through websites, and decided to do her project on it because of the originality. In preparation, she did four or five tests on how long a tennis ball will bounce, why it bounces, and how one tennis ball's prime bounce lasts. Then she wrote paragraphs upon the subject, took pictures, and pasted them onto poster board. After completing it with props, ta-da, project done. All in all, it was a very interesting project.
"Ah, what've we got here?"
A sneering voice made Lisa whip her head up to glare at the boy in front of her. "What do you want, Christopher?" He held up his hands defensively.
"Can't a guy come see one of his class-mates science fair projects?" Christopher was tall, handsome, and popular. With stunning green eyes, shaggy brown hair, and striking features, every girl in their grade had a crush on him. Everyone but Lisa. And Christopher couldn't stand that.
Lisa crossed her arms across her chest in a bitter manner. "Not if the guys name is Christoper Kaynes, he can't. All you do is make my life miserable." She glared at him. "Besides, I thought you said, and I quote, 'Science fairs are for nerds.'"
Christopher shrugged. "I was kind of forced into it by my mom for extra credit." Lisa nodded slowly. An awkward moment passed before Lisa spoke.
"What did you do your project on, anyways?" she asked. Christopher motioned towards a project across from Lisa's.
"All of the chemicals in Chinese food," he replied. Lisa raised an eyebrow, before stepping away from her project and examining Christopher's.
"Chinese foods worse than I thought," Lisa said, putting a hand on her stomach in disgust. Christopher nodded his agreement.
"I'm not sure if I'm ever going to be able to eat Chinese food again," he said, chuckling. Something struck Lisa.
"Wait..." She trailed off. "Why are you being nice to me?" Christopher shrugged at her, somewhat impishly.
"I'm not really sure."
His words lingered in the air. Lisa's mind whirled, trying to figure out what was up. He hadn't been nice to her since... Since third grade. When all the other girls confessed their love for him at recess, she spat on his shoes rather than joining the praises. The thought made her laugh suddenly, earning her a confused look from Christopher. "You know... The reason we hate each other is kind of way ridiculous." He raised an eyebrow at her contradictory sentence.
"Whadda ya mean?"
Lisa shrugged. "Nothing, really. It just seems silly that the reason you hate me is because I spat on your shoe when we were eight." She laughed again. "Do you remember what you did to get back at me?"
"Wasn't it along the lines of spilling water on you?" He grinned.
"Something along those lines," Lisa confirmed with a nod. "That took me, like, three years to live down. I was humiliated." Christopher chuckled.
"No one, and I mean, no one spits on Christopher Andrew Kayne's shoes." He shrugged. Lisa quirked an eyebrow curiously at him.
"Your middle names Andrew?" she questioned. "Does anyone call you Drew?" Christopher quickly shook his head.
"Nope. And you better not," he warned her. Lisa grinned.
"Whatever you say," she said, then added, "Drew." Drew glowered at her.
"Will everyone please take a seat now for the results?" a loud voice came over the intercom. There was a rush to find a seat.
"It was nice talking to you, Christopher," Lisa stated.
"Yeah, yeah." Look who was back to his normal self. "Just to let you know... This conversation never happened." Lisa nodded.
"Right." She grinned as he started walking away. "Bye, Drew." That was actually a pleasant conversation, Lisa acknowledged this in her head. As she walked over to join the rest of the crowd and find a seat, she saw Christopher out of the corner of her eye. And she could have sworn she saw him wink. Yep, he was still the cocky jerk she knew.
Which is why when he won third place, and he was walking back to his seat, she grinned at him. "Nice project, Drew."
A/N: Thanks for the reviews and corrections, guys!
I really appreciate it. I went through, and I fixed the corrections even before I did my math today. (Which is kind of bad, cuz, I woke up at eleven today, and I'm not supposed to sleep in on week days...) I kind of want to see more Lisa and Drew, too, so look for more about them in the near future. Thanks. 
I'm not picking either, Just to let you know! Lol love ya, Addy! <3
for some reason I always thought the "their/there/they're" thing was the easiest. Well... besides "two/to/too" lol 