"What was that? All of you just let a completely new student demolish you! Get up! What if your life depended on dodging balls?"

"Oh. Was I not supposed to do that? Did I do it wrong?"

"You were a perfect tornado of teenage rage and violence. The rest of you should be ashamed of yourselves. Go home and think about what you did."

Juliet is pleased. "Thank you, Coach! Are we playing again?"

"No, the rest of these kids need time to reach your level. Everyone pack up and run."

Naww, sad. She packs up her stuff. Anyone come up to her?

They leave her alone.

Now, it's time for history.

History it is! But does she know the way?

The room number is fairly self-explanatory. She arrives without issue.

There are a few familiar faces here.

Lydia waves.

Sean nods at her.

Sean! She sits next to him quickly, after waving back to Lydia.

"So. I miiight have gone a little bit overboard. In Gym."

"How so?"

"I quote, "demolished", everyone. End quote. At dodge-ball. Apparently they should feel shame. According to the Coach, at least."

"I'll try to manage the rumors. You didn't shift, right?"

"Maybe my eyes?"

"Yeah. I'll deal with that much. Beacon Hills is used to weird."

Would everyone like to play a game to get to know each other?

She smiles at him. "You're the best."

Juliet likes games!

Everyone should find a partner! They'll choose three partners throughout this class; the first one will last for a third of the year.

She could pick Sean... okay but who else is there?

Besides Lydia and Harley, there's the kid from her Art class.

Pass on Lydia and Harley, been there, done that. But... she slips down next to the sneaky fellow photographer.

"Get any good pictures today?"

"I always do. You?"