A/N: Another prompt of the suits meme on lj, I'm filling.

Prompt:10 Things I Hate About You, suits style with Donna/Rachel and Harvey/Mike, or as close as I could bring it to that.

Disclaimer: I don't own either the plot for 10 Things I Hate About You or for Suits.

Summary: Rachel's the new kid who befriends Mike Ross, the school's resident pothead and delinquent, and pushes him to date Harvey Specter, the biggest dick on campus who everyone loves to hate, so that she can date his sister, Donna.

Rachel Zane is used to being an army brat. The first rule is to never get attached to the school you're attending. The words of the guidance counselor of Black Oaks High rang in her ears, and she couldn't help but agree with them. Different school, same little shits.

She's gone to nine different schools in the past year and in none of those had she found any extraordinary people that didn't fit into one clique or another. She thinks it's intriguing how people striving to be unique and different usually just forces them to be just like everyone else.

Then she meets Mike Ross, her guide. After staring at the silver ring dangling from the left side of his mouth for an uncomfortable amount of time, she holds her hand out for him to shake. Then she registers the perfume of weed seeping from the kid and has to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

"Oh good, usually they send some honor student type to show me around," she can't help but say all snarky. Mike chuckles like it wasn't a jab at him and maybe if Rachel smoked as much pot as this guy did she wouldn't be able to tell either. It's best if he doesn't notice the insult. Black Oaks is four stories and she does not want to get lost here.

Then he surprises her with witty comments about the blatantly obvious cliques and awful cafeteria food that is standard with all high schools, but it's sort of a bonding experience.

Enough of a bonding experience that the next day she hangs out with him without being prompted to by the guidance counselor. Rachel guesses that she surprised him, but he adjusted to her trailing him easy enough. She's talking and laughing with Mike and his friend Trevor when it happens. It's August 19, 2011, and she has seen perfection this day.

"Who is that?" Rachel interrupts their current discussion. Mike follows the direction of her gaze to the redheaded goddess walking across the grounds in tight blue jeans and a blue tank top.

Mike snorts in an endearing but slightly irritating way. "That's someone who you should forget about right away. She's not interested in being friends with us lower life forms."

Rachel bites her lip. She's a little nervous, but she knows she should get this out of the way now. "Is she interested in being more than friends with us lower life forms?"

Mike blinks and then smiles. "I knew there was a reason I liked you." Rachel rolls her eyes. "Shut up and answer the question."

Mike leans back in his chair and has that lazy smile that seems to be stuck on his face either from the amount of pot he consumes or just his personality. "Well which do you want me to do? Shut up or answer your question?" Such a smartass. Rachel looks at him pointedly.

"I think that's a question you should direct at her. I think she's looking for a French tutor," Mike finally says, tired of teasing her.

"Perfect!" Rachel says. Mike does a double take, the ring bouncing slightly in his lip.

"You know French?" Mike asks.

"Well, no, but I know Mandarin, Japanese, and Spanish. French shouldn't be too hard to pick up." Mike looks shocked so Rachel shrugs. "Sometimes being an army brat is awesome."