Significance (4th in the Encore!!! tour)

Chapter One

Amy Glenn's POV

"Miss Glenn, could you come here for a moment?" Principal Andrews, a tall balding man, called from the doorway of his office. I had been on my way to History, so it didn't really interrupt anything important.

"Yes, sir? Is there something you need?" I asked, unconsciously twirling the end of my strawberry blonde braid. My backpack seemed to be weighing me down as I walked toward him. Did I do something wrong? I couldn't have received a low grade...?

"Miss Glenn, I don't know if you've met, but this is your next door neighbor, Mr. Matthew Drew. He goes by..." the principal shuddered, "Meth. He seems to have the same schedule as you, and he's been placed in your homeroom, so would you be so kind as to show him around? Thank you so much!" He walked back into his office, and then that's when I got my first look at Meth Drew. "Oh, and he doesn't talk!"

Meth Drew's POV

She was the first person whose smile hadn't faltered when she saw me: lip and eyebrow piercing, ripped, black clothes, synthetic black hair, and all. And she was genuinely nice.

"Oh, by the way, my name is Amy, not Miss Glenn. Well, it is Miss Glenn, but... Oh, never mind!" She said, flustered. I gave a small smile as she turned around to walk up the stairs. She was kind of cute.

"Hey, Amy!" Someone yelled from behind us. She blanched and climbed a little bit faster.

"I don't want to deal with this today, I really don't," she was muttering under her breath.

"Hi, Amy, how was your day?" A short girl asked sweetly, walking the other way. Amy immediately turned her aggravation into sunshine and smiles.

"Hi, Cleo! I don't know, it's not over yet!" She laughed, high-fiving her as she walked by. This girl wasn't as happy-go-lucky as she seemed... I liked her.

"Hey, Amy! How'd you do last night with Shane?" Some guys snickered behind us. Probably the ones she was running from on the stairs.

"Yeah, was it as wild as he said?" Another guy laughed as they grouped together and mocked her from the other end of the hall. A single tear of frustration rolled down her cheek.

Feeling sorry for her, which is something I rarely do for people, I dug into my bag and pulled out my sunglasses, handing them to her. That would hide the red-rimmed eyes. She looked at me gratefully.

"Thanks, Meth," she whispered, giving me a small smile. Seeing her happy made me smile like a loon, so I tugged on my lip ring, looking away. "So what grade are you, sophomore?" I nodded. I hoped she would remember that I don't talk. "Are you sixteen?" Another nod. "Me, too. Don't worry, school isn't so bad as long as you ignore the teasing." She grabbed my hand as she slipped through a crowd. I wasn't really a holding hands person; I actually tried to avoid physical contact.

The second we were on the other side of the mob, I let go and shoved my hands into the pockets of my leather jacket. She looked at me apologetically. "Sorry, I didn't want to lose you in the crowd. Especially not that crowd." She shuddered and walked into a room with several metal desks and bean bag chairs.

"Hi, Mrs. Marsten, this is my new neighbor, Meth. He doesn't talk," she explained for me, my sunglasses framing her face perfectly. D*mn, don't get attached, Meth...

"Alright, Meth; it's nice to meet you," she said with a smile. She seemed honest. I followed Amy to a corner with bean bag chairs and sat down in a blue one, while she sat beside me in a black one.

"Switch?" She asked, practically reading my mind. I nodded and got up, taking her hand hesitantly and pulling her to her feet. "Thank you." I shrugged, sitting down in the black one. She copied me, making herself comfortable.

Other students filed in as a bell rang, and the one beach blonde boy who walked in ambled over to Amy and me.

"Hey, babe, who's this?" He asked, trying to sound tough. He failed miserably, it only sounded desperate. Amy looked up at him with a scowl.

"What have you been telling the guys about us?" She asked, ignoring his question. He looked like he was caught off guard.

"Uh... that we're dating?" He answered. I smirked. He was such a moron. "Oh, and I told them you slept over last night."

"But I didn't."

"So?" Amy pinched the bridge of her nose, exasperated.

"So.... Your friends have been cat-calling and disrespecting me all morning about my being 'good in bed'," she said, making air-quotes around her words. "And I've never been 'in bed' ergo purity ring," she continued, pointing at her right hand, where a silver band I hadn't noticed caught my attention from the base of her middle finger. "Quit starting rumors about me."

"The guys were right, you're nothing like Allie," he huffed, turning around and flirting with a blonde bimbo in front of him. Amy looked broken, as if he had just torn off one of her limbs.

"That is the last straw, Marcus," she hissed at him. "Find yourself someone who will sleep with you." She dug in her bag for her United States History book and took down the notes that Mrs. Marsten was writing on the blackboard. I followed her lead.

This was my first impression of Amelia Mikayla Glenn.