Read the A/N at the end of the chapter :)

He walked to the office nervously, having lost his schedule already. "Excuse me.", he smiled at the grouchy looking secretary. "Would it be possible for me to print off an extra copy of my schedule? I lost mine."

The lady just glared at him with a face like stone. She didn't respond to for a while which caused him to think that perhaps she hadn't heard him. Just as he went to repeat himself she opened her mouth, "take a seat.", she hissed.

Fitz gulped as he turned around and plonked himself in one of the chairs. So much for southern hospitality, he thought. He hadn't even been in Louisiana a month and already he hated it. As he sat in the office he stared at his shoes waiting for the time to pass.

What on earth could be taking her so long to print a schedule? She didn't even ask for my name...

Just as he reached for his iPhone the office door swung open revealing by fair the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen. She was petite; 5'2 or 5'3 at the most. Long, thick black hair cascaded from her head down her back, stopping around her chest. The girl had a model like face; high and defined cheekbones, plump pink lips and big bright brown eyes. The soft edges of her breasts and hips were emphasized with her cheerleading uniform, as well as her teeny waist and flat tummy due the crop top.

Talk about an hourglass figure, Fitz thoroughly examined her. Her skin was the colour of mocha and looked smoother than silk. Fitz watched her hips sway; her red, white and black pleated miniskirt swaying with them as she walked to the front desk.

"I need you to make an announcement about practice after school.", the girl said abruptly.

"What is it Olivia?", the lady sighed, it was clear these two weren't the best of friends.

"Practice is at 4:30 instead of 3:30 because of the stupid football tryouts."

"Football tryouts are today?" Fitz blurted out without thinking. Why on earth had he spoken? He'd never even see a girl as attractive as the one before him.

She turned around, facing him now. Her eyes ran over him. Firm, muscular build, handsome face, good hair, nice arms, striking blue eyes.

"You play?", she asked him.

He nodded his head eagerly. "I was... I was the... the captain of the senior team as a junior last... year.", he stuttered out nervously.

Why was he so nervous? The mere gaze of the girl had him stuttering like a four year old. She was so remarkably beautiful.

"What position?"

"Quarterback."

She let out a small smirk.

"3:30, back field. I suggest you get to the gym at talk to the coach at lunch, especially if you want QB."

He nodded, taking in every word she said. "Thank you.", he smiled weakly.

"Watch out for Ballard.", her eyes flickered over him in a way which made him almost sure she was checking him out. "He was QB1 last year, and he wants captain this year."

Fitz nodded at her. "Thank you." She smirked again, turning on her heels and moved towards the door. "Wait!", he blurbed out nervously. "I'm Fitz.", he extended his hand to her.

"I didn't ask." She patted his shoulder, giving him the once over slyly before leaving the office and getting to class.

Throughout his first three periods, all he could think about was her. Her eyes, her legs, her body, her lips; god her lips.

As his biology teacher Mr. Bertolo droned on about the course outline, he couldn't help but hope his afternoon proved to be more successful. Hopefully he'd have a class with her. Olivia, she was nothing short of jaw dropping. Although he'd heard the secretary say her name, he wished she'd introduced herself.

Fitz turned to Meredith, his newly assigned biology partner. She had stringy red hair with glasses and freckles. Frankly she'd been the only girl in the school nice enough to introduce herself after sitting down next to him. Everyone else just avoided him like the plague, as he stuck out like a sore thumb. It was obvious that no one had any interest in the new hippie boy from California.

"How do you like Willowdale so far?" Meredith asked him after Mr. Bertolo had stopped talking.

"It's okay..." Fitz shrugged. He was more of a city boy and so far Avondale, Louisiana wasn't turning out to be so good, that was until he saw Olivia. "Can I ask you something?"

"Of course." Meredith nodded.

"What do you know about Olivia Pope?"

He watched Meredith's face dropped into a scowl. "You mean little Miss Perfect? Besides the fact that she's the prettiest and most popular girl in school, she's a raging fake bitch."

Fitz was slightly taken back. He hadn't taken Meredith as the type of girl to swear. But he was quickly learning to readjust his expectations of the south. Here the girls swore just as much as the guys, wore revealing clothes, and had bad attitudes. They were just like his female friend's back home, but with strong accents.

"Really? Because I kinda met her early and she seems... She's cute."

Meredith scoffed. "Don't tell me you're falling for her already. You've only been here 5 minutes."

He let out a loose chuckle, "what are you talking about?"

"Every guy at this school worships the ground Olivia Pope walks on."

Fitz could tell she was starting to get irritated as her brows were furrowed. "Why don't you like her?"

"Well... I don't like any of them. She's not so bad in comparison to Mellie. She's by far the worst. She thinks she's gods gift because she's dating Andrew Nichols who happens to be taking a few courses at community college."

"I take it you don't like school?"

"I can't wait for this year to be over." Meredith spat. Ironic as she complained the first day of school. Fitz chuckled and they both turned their attention to the assigned work on the board. Despite the horrible things Meredith had said in regards to Olivia, Fitz was even more intrigued by her and wished to see her as soon as possible.

After one of the most boring worksheets of his life, the lunch bell rang. The cafeteria was crowded and smelly. Fitz got himself a salami sub a chocolate milk and made his way outside where the majority of seniors ate. Meredith and her boyfriend Ethan had invited him to sit with them.

As Fitz stepped outside, he could already see the visible divisions between the grade. He immediately spotted Olivia at a big round table with four other cheerleaders. She threw her head back in laughter, tossing her her bouncy hair over her shoulder. It was evident that she was sitting at the popular table.

He watched her like a movie, and god was he mesmerized. She had such a glorious smile with the plumpest lips he'd ever seen. He stared at her, not realizing that he was in fact blocking the exit from the cafe. She was so intoxicating, so enticing, he couldn't find the strength to pull his eyes from her.

"Liv." Abby turned to her best friend. "The new guy is staring at you." Word of the sexy and new Fitzgerald Grant had spread like wildfire. Apparently he'd moved here over the summer from California. "He's cute." Abby huffed. Although Olivia was in fact her best friend, it irritated her to no end that every boy in the school gawked over her.

"I met him earlier today." Olivia informed the group.

Before anyone could respond, Jake Ballard, Edison Davis and Billy Chambers plonked themselves at the table. Jake grinned putting his arm right around Olivia's shoulder. "Hey you.", he breathed heavily in her face.

Olivia grimaced, quickly squirming out of his hold. "Fuck off Ballard.", she hissed. His hot breath was enough to put her off her lunch.

"Aww... don't be like that baby.", he reached for her face only to have her swat his hand down like a fly.

"Do not touch me." Olivia warned him sternly.

Abby rolled her eyes. In her mind Jake Ballard was the most popular and most attractive guy at Willowdale Public School. He was relatively tall, green eyes, blonde hair, not to mention he was going to be captain of the football team. Any girl in the school would be lucky to have him. He'd shown a firm interest in Olivia coming up on a year now, and Olivia showed nothing but utter repulsion when it came to him. Olivia was being frigid and cold, and if it were up to her she'd have Ballard for herself.

"When are you going get over yourself Liv?" Jake asked her, following her up as she stormed away from the table. He speedily walked behind her as she headed towards the field. "LIV!"

"What part of fuck off don't you understand?" Olivia snapped her head around. She'd been constantly rejecting him for a year, and still he continued to hungrily pursue her.

"You didn't tell me to fuck off that one night and Edison's!" He growled.

Olivia knew he'd bring that up, she'd been expecting that dreadful night in the summer to follow her back to school. "I was drunk and I kissed you, so WHAT?! I'm sober now and I can tell you whole heartedly that I don't want you."

"Get it through your pretty little head Olivia, I'm the captain of the football team, you're the captain of the cheerleading team. We work. We're going to work and we are going to be Prom King and Queen."

"You're a fucking basketcase."

"Olivia? Are you okay?", a voice from behind asked.

Olivia turned to see no one other than Fitz standing behind her. Fitz saw what had taken place with Ballard, and after seeing Olivia storm off and hearing Jake yell at her; Fitz knew he had to intervene. Although it wasn't his place and he hadn't know Olivia more than a day, he found his feet racing towards her at the sign of trouble.

"I'm fine.", she replied coldly.

"Are you sure?", he asked her inquisitively. He had nothing but genuine and sincere concern for her in his voice as he spoke.

"She said she's fine. Now fuck off." Jake snarled. He didn't know who the hell this kid thought he was, but he'd definitely toss him into a trash can if need be.

Fitz frowned, turning his attention to Jake. "I wasn't talking to you."

Jake nearly dozed Olivia over to get in Fitz's face. He didn't like the look of this new kid, not one bit. What Fitz had on him in height, Jake had on him in weight. "Fuck. Off.", he growled.

"Boys!" Coach Mitchell boomed from across the field. He made his way over to the young men who looked ready to fight. "What exactly is going on here Ballard?"

"Nothing." Ballard spat. He turned around and angrily huffed back to his table.

"Are you okay?" Fitz asked Olivia one last time.

"I'm fine, stop worrying about me and start worrying about yourself. They're going to eat you alive during practice." Olivia snapped. She realized she was in fact coming off harsh, but she could take care of herself; she always had. Fitz swallowed hard, watching as Olivia walked towards the cafe doors before disappearing inside.

"Fitzgerald Grant right?" Coach Mitchell turned and shook the boys hand.

"Yes Sir." Fitz nodded to the older, grey haired man with a slight protruding belly. "How did you—"

"I keep my tabs on all the top quarterbacks in the country."

When Coach Mitchell heard rumours of Fitz's transfer to Willowdale he nearly died of happiness. He just couldn't understand why a top QB1 with a pretty much guaranteed full ride to USC would transfer last minute to a town like Avondale.

"I'm Coach Mitchell.", he released his firm grip on the boys hand. "I have to say I'm a little stunned to have you here. If you don't mind me asking, why did you transfer?"

Fitz felt his throat tighten. It was a question he'd been expecting to get all day today, however he'd smoothly avoided it, up until now.

"My... My dad passed of cancer at the end of June." He said awkwardly. Fitz watched as the coach's eyes widened immediately.

"I'm sorry to hear that son."

Fitz smiled weakly with appreciate. His father Gerry had a long and tiresome battle with cancer that lasted over 6 years. When he finally did pass, Fitz felt a sense of relief knowing that his father was no longer in pain or suffering. He was in a better place. "Thank you."

"So who are you staying with down here?"

"My mom sister, Naomi."

"And your mom—"

"Passed when I was 2." Fitz told him.

The Coach was stunned. For a boy of 17 years who had lost both his parents so young, there wasn't a touch of sadness in his voice. He had a twinkle of hope in his eyes; he had fight in him.

"You don't look to me like you're looking for pity or sympathy."

"I'm not." Fitz said honestly. "I'm just looking to play, if the team hasn't pretty much been decided."

The coach chuckled, "we would be honoured to have someone like you as our starting quarterback."

Fitz grinned widely shaking the man's hand again.

"You got equipment?"

Fitz shook his head. "I had no idea practice would start on the first day."

"I'll find you some stuff to put on. We're not wasting any time here. I want a state championship this year, and now with you here; I'm positive I can finally get it."

Edison Davis and Jake Ballard both took off their helmets, watching as the coach walked into the field with the new kid. The kid was fully suited up, even wearing a jersey.

"Gentlemen!" Coach Mitchell boomed to all of them as they stretched. "I have someone I want you to meet. This is Fitz, he'll be joining the team this year."

They all stared at the 6'3, muscular but relatively slim newbie. A few of the teammates embraced him, shooting him friendly smiles while Jake and Edison stood there cold as ice.

"Doesn't he have to try out?" Edison growled angrily. After Jake had informed him what had taken place with Olivia and the new kid, Edison immediately grew a strong hatred for the kid. Jake and Edison were childhood best friends; Jake's enemies were Edison's enemies.

"No." Coach Mitchell cleared his throat. "Considering Fitz is ranked the 3rd best quarterback in California and 18th in the country, he does not have to try out. He will automatically assume the position of QB1."

"NO!" Jake roared, throwing his helmet to the floor. His face got red, his breathing laboured. "NO COACH! THAT'S MY POSITION! THIS IS BULLSHIT!"

"Ballard if you don't shut that hole in your face you won't play another game on this field."

The team went dead silent, even Fitz pressed his lips together. Everyone anticipated Jake's next move, watching as Jake retreated and unclenched his fists.

"Now." Coach Mitchell cleared his throat. "There will be practice every single day until our season opener. If you don't like that, take your shit and leave."

No one left.

No one dared.

"Who here trained this summer?" The coach asked. Fitz and Edison raised their hands high up in the air. "Who here worked out this summer?" Fitz and Edison maintained their hands while a brunette boy raised his. Coach Mitchell was getting increasingly angry. "So that means the rest of you just sat on your fat asses, drank beer and wasted the summer away?!"

A few snickers went around the group and the coach frowned even harder.

"Here's how this is going to happen. Davis and Grant are going to lead the warmups, starting with 20 laps of the track. If anyone stops, you're cut. If anyone takes a break, you're cut. If anyone complains, bitches, whines, cries or does anything other then running the track you are CUT, DONEZO, FINITO. Clear?"

The team nodded like bobble heads; obedient with no choice in the matter.

"Alright." The coach growled. "Now move."

XXX

Most of the guys had fatigued after the 7th lap, however Fitz was full of energy and pushed past them. He couldn't understand for the life of him how most of them were so unfit, especially Ballard who claimed to want to be captain.

"Fitz right?" The brunettes who had raised his hand earlier, ran up beside him. "I'm Tanner."

"Nice to meet you." Fitz panted.

"Seems you've gotten off to a great start with Ballard." Tanner remarked.

"What the hell is his deal anyway?"

"Who cares. He's a dick who needs to be put in his place. I'm just glad someone's finally doing it."

"Me?" Fitz chuckled. In all honesty he wasn't looking for drama, he wasn't much of a fighter anyway. "I'm just here to play."

"I don't think that matters anymore." Both Tanner and Fitz looked back and Jake who gave them two middle fingers up in return.

"I've barely been here a day and I'm pretty sure I've got a nemesis." Fitz chuckled.

"Who cares. Now that you're here, you have me. You seem like a cool guy, I got you."

"Thanks." Fitz smiled. "That means a lot."

As nice as Meredith and her boyfriend were, Fitz was now happy he didn't have to spend lunches watching them make out. It would be nice to have a friend on the team, someone to have his back.

"Do you know how to fight?"

Fitz shook his head. "I'm not looking to fight with him. I think he's looking to fight with me though."

"Well what do you expect? You come for his team and his girl." Tanner said lightheartedly as the two of them started their 10th lap.

"Girl? What girl?"

"Olivia. Jason and I saw the three of you at lunch. You like her or something?"

Fitz couldn't deny the fact that he was definitely infatuated with the girl, but he wouldn't admit it out loud after only a day. "I mean I think she's cute."

Tanner laughed. He liked Fitz, he seemed easy going, and the fact he was already under Ballard's skin was just a plus. "You're about to turn this school upside down.", he laughed. "I hope you're ready for that."

Fitz shook his head playfully, and the two of them chatted throughout the rest of their laps. After finishing alongside Edison and Tanner, miles ahead of the rest of the group, Fitz opted for a bottle of water.

Never had water tasted quite so good and refreshing than after a long run. Fitz practically guzzled down two bottles before realizing that Tanner was in front of him.

"She's watching you, you know." Tanner told him with a slight smirk at the end.

"Who?" Fitz furrowed his brows in confusion. Perhaps he'd missed some of what Tanner had to say.

"Turn your head."

Fitz did exactly as he was told, turning his head to the bleachers only to see the cheerleading team in the front row, with Olivia Pope staring him down. He immediately felt himself getting flustered and nervous, despite the fact she was yards away.

"Are you sure she was looking at me? I mean maybe it was—"

"She's looking at you right now you idiot." Tanner laughed shaking his head. "So this is it, the beginning of the end for you, because when Jake finds out he might kill you."

Fitz turned to Tanner with shrug, "you have my back right?"

"I have your back."

Sooo I started another fanfic... Yes I now have 4 stories going idk why I did this to myself but I watched Netflix again and well... Yeah.

This might seem like a typical HS fanfic but I promise it won't be boring or light for the majority. I'm planning on touching on subjects such as abortion, teen pregnancy, alcoholism, rape, death etc. So it's rated M for obvious reasons.

Hope you enjoyed and stick around for the ride. This chapter was essentially all Fitz so the next will be based around Olivia. And there is a reason for Olivia's so called "bitchiness" which will be revealed in the next chapter.

Until next time! x