Authors note: So i've had this idea for a while, I just finally finished the outline for it. It's an AU and Callie is about 15 and still living with the Olmsteads.

"This is where you'll eat lunch. The kids sit anywhere really, so there's no specific set up to it. Over there is the beach. You'll be out there for gym and other various activities." The woman said, pointing at each location.

I nodded my head and tugged at the loops on my jeans. Starting a new school was nothing new for me, but it was under much different circumstances. I know Henry and Olivia only wanted me to have more opportunities, but it didn't take away from the fact that I knew absolutely no one.

"Do you have any questions?" The woman asked.

"No, I think I got it." I answered, avoiding eye contact.

"Okay, I'll walk you to your first class then."

I followed her as she led me through the empty hallways. We stopped suddenly at a door and I nearly bumped into her.

"I'm sorry." I said frantically. Great.

She laughed. "You're fine. If you need any help throughout the day, I'm sure people will be there to help. If you need anything, I'll probably be in my office. Don't hesitate to come by."

"Thank you Mrs. Adams."

"Of course. Good luck!" She called before turning around and walking in the opposite direction.

I took a breath, then opened the door. Immediately, every body in the room had their eyes on was obvious to me right then that I did not, and probably never would fit in here. My slightly loose jeans and worn out converse made me stick out more than I could have ever thought.

"You must be Callie, yes?" A woman in her late 30's asked.

I nodded.

"My name's Jamie. Callie is just starting at Anchor Beach." She said, addressing the class with the last part. "You can take a seat right over there behind Isaac. If you don't mind staying a little bit after class, I'll catch you up on anything you need."

I followed where her hand pointed, and everyone's eyes followed me as well. I could feel myself becoming conscious of every movement, causing me to loose my footing over someone's bookbag strap. Luckily, I caught myself before face planting. Awkwardly, I sat down behind a boy with scruffy blonde hair. Isaac, apparently. Jamie went on with the lesson, explaining some long and excessive proof problem. Math was never my strong suit, but I had taken a couple geometry classes in the past considering the amount of times I've had to switch schools.

The bell rang, signaling the end of class, and I stayed after with Jamie as she filled me in on what they had already covered as well as what she had planned for the future. She handed me a few papers, and I walked out. One class down, six to go. I walked through the hallway in search of my U.S history class. I suddenly felt a crowd of people surround me.

"You're the new girl, right?" A boy asked me.

"Uh, yeah." I muttered.

"What class are you trying to find?" He asked.

"U.S history. Room 106." I replied.

"Oh that's right over this way. I can take you there." He said with arrogance.

I didn't reply, leaving a few seconds of silence.

"I heard you're a foster kid. That sounds pretty cool." He then said.

Boy news traveled fast around here.

"Dude, cut it out." A voice from behind me said. I assumed one of his friends.

"Um, it's not. Thanks for the help, but I think I can manage the rest of the way." I pulled on the strap of my bookbag and sped up my pace.

Eventually, after walking in a few small circles, I found the classroom. You'd thing that it being such a small school, it would be easier to find everything. I managed to get through the rest of my classes, but I was almost completely drained by my last period. I sat at a lab table alone as my biology teacher, Rob, went over a project we were to do this weekend.

"I'd like you to get with a partner of your choice. All directions are on this sheet of paper I'm handing out. You are going to compare your genetics with your partners and present it. You are to get all information from your parents and family." Rob explained further.

Wow! How fitting for the foster kid, right? I looked at the instructions and figured I could just ask Rob for something else to do until I felt someone tap me on the shoulder.

"Callie right?" A boy with brown hair asked.

I nodded.

"I'm Brandon. I'm really sorry about my friend earlier, the one who asked you if you were a foster kid. He kind of has no filter."

"Or common courtesy." I added.

Brandon laughed. "That too. Do you have a partner yet?"

I shook my head.

"Wanna work together?" He asked.

"Uh, sure, but I have to ask the teacher something first." I answered.

I put my paper down and made my way up to the front of the class where Rob's desk was.

"Hi Callie. What's up?" He said, looking up from his computer.

I didn't really know how to word this. Hi! I'm a foster kid and don't know anything about my family!

"Well, uh, I don't live with any biological family members or have any contact with anyone, so I was just wondering what I should do." I said, looking down at my shoes. This was so humiliating.

"Just get the information from your guardians. You'll be fine, I won't doc you any points." Rob said, giving me a sympathetic smile.

Those are my favorite!

I nodded and returned to my seat.

"We can work at my house if you want, unless you wanna work at yours." Brandon began.

"No. We'll go to your house." I said quickly.

Working at the Olmsteads was a definite no, not with Liam around.

"Okay. You can just ride home with me and my brother and sister after school tomorrow if you want." He suggested.

"I have to ask."

Running this idea past Liam would be fun.

Brandon nodded. We sat in silence, both reading the paper until he began speakin again.

"Just so you know, my mom is the vice principal, so you're not thrown off."

I tilted my head to the side. "Mrs. Adams is your mom?"

"It's a weird story. Basically her and my biological mom have been together for 9 years." He began explaining.

"Gotcha." I replied.

The final bell rang and we both packed our stuff away.

"Hold on!" Brandon called, just as I started to walk towards the door.

I was really hoping this wouldn't take long. Liam would be pissed if I took too long.

"I'm kind of in a hurry." I admitted.

Brandon handed me his phone. "Put your number in."

I quickly grabbed the phone and punched my number in. I basically threw it back at him as I ran towards the parking lot. I saw Liam's jeep right away.

"There you are." Liam said as I shut the door.

"Yea, sorry. We're doing a project with a partner. I just had to give him my number before we left." I said, not realizing I had let the word "he" slip out.

"He?" Liam automatically asked.

"Don't worry. It's just a project." I assured.

"It better be. You're mine. Only mine." He replied.

I gave him a half smile and looked out the window as we drove home. I felt his hand on my thigh, and I put my hand over his. Hopefully that was all he had to say about the situation.

This was just an intro to get it going, but I already have about 10 chapters planned out that are much better than this. I just had to get the ball rolling and set everything up. I hope you guys like it and stay around for more!