A/N: I just had come up with a new idea for a story not too long ago. I thought I would give it a try. I hope that you like it. Please review

Ana's POV

"Ana , Liz, please come downstairs. Breakfast is ready and we need to be out of the house in thirty minutes or else you will be late to school." I hear my mother yell from my bedroom upstairs.

I am really lazy to get up, but I know that if I don't, I will miss my first day of school, in high school. I've been waiting for this day all summer. And now that it is upon us, I wish it didn't come so soon. I was excited but nervous. I honestly don't know why. My friend Kate is going to the same school as me, so its not like I have to worry about making friends. Maybe it has something to do with that whole high school thing.

It's a whole different world. There's definitely a lot more cliques and the guys are wayyy hotter than they were in middle school. Maybe that's the reason why I am nervous. I wouldn't consider myself the most gorgeous girl in the world. Im just a normal looking girl. I have blue eyes and chocolate brown hair. I do have a tits and ass ( all thanks to good genes) and I am always nice to everyone that I meet. But for whatever reason, I am still single. Like I have been single for what seems like an eternity. Im not sure if its me or the guys that I like. I guess its just a waiting game…

I get up and realize that my sister has beat me to the bathroom. Just my luck.

Elizabeth or Liz as everyone calls her, is my twin sister. No we are not identical, we are fraternal. She's in the same category as Kate: drop dead gorgeous and knows it, but doesn't want to admit it. Unlike me, Liz has dark blonde hair and greyish blue eyes. From as long as I can remember, she never had a problem when it came to boys. Come Valentine's day, she is overwhelmed with cards, teddybears,and chocolate. High school boys have been hitting on her ever since eighth grade.

"Hi sis." Liz says as she leaves the bathroom and heads toward the stairs. "Ready for our first day of high school?"

"As ready as I will ever be."I mumble.

"Oh cheer up! Its gonna be great." She says in a very chipper manner.

I head into the bathroom to take a quick shower, before going downstairs to grab something to eat.

"Now remember girls, if a guy ever tries to do something inappropriate to you, I have showed you some moves that you can do to scare the bastard away." Our father says as he drives us to school.

I don't have to look over to Liz because I know that she has rolled her eyes when she heard that. Our father is a former Marine and very overprotective of his two daughters. When he isn't working at his very own security company he is making sure that no guy hits on us. I've always managed to have a great relationship with my father. I've went on hunting trips, baseball games, and even learned how to play football with him. Liz on the other hand, didn't have that kind of relationship with him. Since she was the one that would get hit on, it would drive dad angry. She was flattered when he only wanted to kick the guy's ass. She had a much better bond with my mother. They would always do the girly stuff together.

"Okay, dad." Liz said.

"Elizabeth, that goes for you too." My father said. "Boys maybe cute, but they have an ulterior motive of sex. You and Ana are both too young for that."

"Why are you directing that to me, dad?" Liz protests. " Its not like I want them to hit on me, they just do because they think Im attractive. Is there anything wrong with being an attractive woman?"

"Of course not. You and Ana are both very beautiful girls. I just want to warn you two that not every guy that you meet will be all warm and fuzzy. That's how they appear at first and that's how they get innocent girls such as yourselves." My father explains, doing everything he could do prevent having an argument with Liz first thing in the morning.

"Rite, dad. Ana and I understand that." She says. "Right, Ana?" She looks at me.

"Right."I answer back.

"See? You have nothing to worry about, daddy."She says sweetly.

"Okay, my darlings just being a loving father." He says. Soon we pull up to Seattle Prep, our new school.

We get out of the car. "Have a good day at school, you two." He says as we exit the car.

"Bye dad." We both say.

We walk up the steps to the main building and walk to the courtyard where we receive our schedules for the semester.

"Im really starting to get annoyed with dad." Liz says, running a hand through her hair. She looked great as always wearing a black and white flannel, grey skinny jeans and black pointed toe flats. I opted for a pair of jeans and a Nirvana t-shit with a pair of yellow converse.

"I know he is being repetitive and all but he wouldn't have to be if it wasn't for what happened with Tom" I tell her.

Tom was Kate's boyfriend in middle school. They were such a cute couple and he was a total sweetheart. Things were starting to get serious between them and one day, they got into a heated makeout session. Needlesstosay, they started taking off their clothes, when dad walked into the house. And he didn't take it well at all. Since then, he always reminds ups about boys and how bad they can be.

"That was hardly anything." Liz said. "Its not like we had sex."

"You didn't, but since that happened, Dad always thinks of the worst possible scenario." I tell her.

"Why do you always take his side ?" Liz asks, in a questioning manner.

"Im not talking anyone's side, Liz. Im just seeing both sides." I tell her. " Take it from Dad's point of view, you are his daughter and he wants to prevent anything bad from happening to you or me."

"I feel like he doesn't see my side sometimes." She says.

"I don't know."I tell her. I was starting to come up with something, but then something caught my eye. Or I should say someone…

In the row next to us, stood a guy. He was tall, with an athletic build and copper hair. When he turned our direction, I saw his intense grey eyes. In one word, he was perfection. I don't stand a chance with him.

Liz saw him as well. "Oh my God." She said as she checked him out. "He is totally good looking."

I don't say anything.

"Oh come on, Ana." She says "I saw you checking him out."

" Im allowed to look, aren't I?"I ask her.

"Of course. It's a must." Liz says.

Just then I get a text from Kate.

Just arrived to school. Im in your line. Btw, did you see that hot guy in the line next to ours? *K

I smile when I read her text. Kate is usually the one that sees the good looking ones first.

I did. He is definitely a hottie.*A

Hell yeah, he is. It won't be long before he is snatched up by some chick from here.*K

If he isn't snatched up already….*A

Or that….*K

The good looking ones are either taken, gay or just want to be friends, in high school. So that guy, if he is single that is, will no longer be single very soon.

Soon it is my turn to get my schedule. Im in all honors classes, as usual. I wave goodbye to Liz and head off to the side to wait for Kate.

I watch as girls stare at that hot guy as he walks off to his first class of the semester. I cannot help but notice that he has abs and that he walks with confidence. He is just perfection.

"Take a picture, it will last longer."I hear Kate say.

"Knowing you, you probably already took a picture." I tell her, laughing.

"I did not." She said. "That would be weird."

We both head to our next class, U.S history.

Liz's POV

I get my schedule for the semester and head to my first class which is home economics. Im so lucky to have such a chill class first thing in the morning.

Unlike Ana, whose got Kate; I have no friends here. All my friends went to other high schools in the area, so now I have to make new friends. I would consider myself as being a friendly person; I just find the process to be nerve-racking. I've had this same group of friends since elementary school. And now that we have gone our separate ways, it will a little bit challenging for me to start from scratch. Everybody here already had their own group of friends from middle school. It will feel weird getting into one of those groups; the feeling will be reminiscent to third wheeling.

I make it to class, luckily not needing to ask for directions. I take a seat at one of the 5 long tables that are in the room. Each table has their own cooking station, equipped with an oven and pantry.

Soon my fellow classmates started to pile into the room. They filled up the seats, a few sat at my table. I assume they are just like me, the ones who have to start making new friends all over again. I give them a warm smile as they glance up at me. They do the same. Maybe it won't be as bad as I thought.

Our teacher Ms. Peterson walks into the room. She hands out the syllabus and lets us know that before we are given the opportunity to make food in our cooking stations, we will be given a safety test, so we know all the proper measures to take in case something goes wrong.

She then talks about the class and what she expects from us.

"We will be making food in this class, so I hope that after you and your group members make the food, you will clean up after yourselves." She says. "For one thing, I am not your parent."

I wouldn't want a teacher as a parent, although I must say she does dress a lot better than my own mother.

Soon, there is a knock on the door.

Ms. Peterson herself goes to open it. Soon, the Adonis from this morning walks in. He is in my class?!

"Sorry, Im late. I kinda got lost." He said, a little embarrassed.

"No worries, young man."Ms. Peterson says. "But next time it will be a problem. I don't like when my students are late to class."

"Yes ma'am." He says and takes a seat at my table, right next to me. Although I was thrilled that I was blessed with such an opportunity to have a guy like that sit next to me, I was actually pretty nervous as well. I tried my best look at him in the corner of my eye without it being obvious.

Ms. Peterson continued going over the syllabus. I was really into what she was saying, mostly because it was a class that will not have any exams, it was mostly participation, attendance, and when we have to bring in food, which we will make at home, to class.

And that is when I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I turn and come face to face with Mr. Hottie himself.

"Sorry, but I came in late and I don't have a syllabus. You don't mind sharing it with me?" He asks.

"Of course." I say with a smile. I move the syllabus in the middle so we can both look at it.

"Thank you." He says. "Im Christian by the way."

"Elizabeth, but everyone calls me Liz." I tell him.

Christian smiles, a sweet and friendly smile, which makes my heart flutter.

We spend the rest of the class time on our own, talking to everyone at our table. I seem to have great group members who I cannot wait to start working with.

"Has anyone here ever cooked before?" asks Stacy, one of the girls in my group.

"I have."I say.

"Does boiled water count?" asks Christian. We all laugh.

" It doesn't really matter if we know how to cook or not. The teacher will show us how." Miranda says.

Then the conversation is changed to other topics. Christian and I looked at each other's class schedule and realized that we the exact same classes. I get to see him a lot more often than anybody else.

We then talked some more about everything from who we are to our favorite bands.

It turns out that we have some things in common. Like many students that go to Seattle Prep, we come from well off families. His parents being Carrick Grey, a well known attorney in Seattle and Grace Grey, one of the best pediatricians in the state. We both like todays pop and EDM.

The one thing that we both differ on is favorite subject. I like history and he likes math.

"How do you like math?" I ask him. "Its just so bland and boring and I can hardly stay awake in that class."

"I like it because its concrete. You end up with an answer, whereas in history, somethings are questionable and historians are still trying to figure things out." He explains.

"But that's whats fascinating about history. The fact that there are still some unknowns." I say.

"Well I guess we will have to agree to disagree." Christian says. " I don't like to argue with a pretty lady as yourself."

Aww he thinks Im pretty. I blush when he says that.

"If you ever need help with math homework, I can help you." He says to me.

"Yes that would be great" I say. I get a hot tutor.

We then exchange numbers. The bell rings and soon we are off to our next class: which happens to be math.

Unlike our home economics teacher, our math teacher is everything, but nice. Mr. Lee expects nothing but excellence from us. According to his syllabus, every two weeks we will have a test, once we complete two chapters. We will also have two pop quizzes each week. We will have math homework but it will only have a tiny effect on our grade, while the quizzes and tests make up the majority of my grade. Fuck, I am screwed.

We then started the first chapter in class. Mr. Lee was going a little too fast, explaining the material as if we know this. Excuse me sir, but can you slow down? We had just come back from summer and math is a little complicated to process as it is..

But Mr. Lee did not read my thoughts and continued at his pace. I decided I would do the best that I could to follow him.

I would glance up at the clock everynow and then to see if class is over yet. By the time it was over we have already gone through a section in the first chapter and were already half way done with the other.

"You can expect your first pop quiz sometime this week." said. Great. I heard have of the class groan in protest.

"That's just the way it is. "Mr Lee says. "If you want to get the most out of this class, I suggest you study and be well prepared for tests and pop quizzes."

The bell rings, signaling breaktime.Thank God, I really need a break. I put all my belongings into my backpack and head out of the class.

"Well wasn't he something." I hear a voice say.

I turn to see Christian.

"How does he expect us to do well in his class if he lectures at the speed of light?" I ask him.

"I don't think he was going that fast." Christian says. "But then again, I like math…"

"Well not everyone is like you, Christian."I say in a playful manner.

"I know. Like I said, if you want help in math, I can help you."Christian says.

"I do need help, but I think its too soon for it. I kind of understand the material that he went over because it was review from 8th grade. I just need to refresh my memory."

"But kind of understanding math isn't exactly good." Christian says. "You need to know the beginning material well in order to do good in the later material."

I look at Christian. Why did he want to help me so much? Is it because he is a nice guy who knows the material or is it there an ulterior motive like Dad says?

"Christian, I really appreciate the fact that you want to help me out and everything, but why?" I ask him. "You can extend your help to everyone else in the class who needs it, but why do you care so much whether or not I do good in math?"

Christian smiles. "I like to help others. I don't like seeing people being helpless. I guess that stems from the fact that my family has done charity work for as long as I can remember, but don't get me wrong I don't find you to be a charity case. In fact, I like you. Sure , we just met and everything, but you were so nice to me in home economics and we have stuff in common. I would really like to get to know you more and see where it may take us."

Am I just hearing things or is this really happening?

I smile. "I like you too." I tell him. "And I know it is the first day and we just met, but Im human and that is how I feel about you."

"Well I am happy you feel the same way. We can start off as just friends and then we will see." Christian says. His grey eyes twinkle with happiness.

"Of course, I like that." I tell him.

"So what do you say, we have our first study session today after school?" Christian asks me.

"That would be great." I tell him. "You can come over my house, if that's fine with you."

"Fine by me." He says.

"Great, I will text you the addresss." I tell him.

"Well I have to go to the main office and get my locker number and combination. " He says. "I wasn't able to go the to the freshmen orientation when they were handing them out because I was out of town."

"Okay, see you in our next class together."I say.

"See you then, Elizabeth." He says before leaving.

"You too, Christian." I say. I shivered slightly when he said my name. It sounds kind of hot coming from him. And I like it!

A/N: Now don't get freaked out. Christian only met Ana's sister; he hasn't met Ana yet. His feelings can change, who knows? Stay tuned for more! Please Review.