[AN]Hey, I fancied writing a fanfic and here it is! So, this is a bit weird. It's basically Waterloo Road right back in Series 1, and maybe I'll write more for the all the other series, with a new character all the way through, who is basically Andrew's son. So, please comment, even if it's just to tell me how rubbish it is. Thanks :D [AN]

"Treneman!"

Charlie Treneman looked round, confused. He hadn't done anything! He wasn't late, he hadn't skived a lesson, he'd handed all of his homework in. He hadn't done anything. He sighed, pushing his way through the people piling through the crowded corridor.

"Sir?" Charlie asked, looking up at the deputy head.

"Mr Treneman asked me to give you a message," he said bitterly.

Charlie furrowed his eyebrows, "What did he say?"

"That he was going out. And he wouldn't be back until 5."

Charlie's face formed into a grin, "Really?"

Mr Webb rolled his eyes, before walking back down the corridor.

Charlie turned round and ran through the corridors, searching around for someone, "Hollie! Hollie?"

A girl stepped out from a large group of girls, looking down the hall, "Charlie?"

He stopped right in front of her, still grinning, "Do you wanna go out tonight?"

She raised her eyebrows slightly, "I thought your Dad said we couldn't."

Charlie shrugged, "He's going out."

Hollie smiled, "so, where we going?"

Charlie smiled, quickly kissing her on the cheek, "How about just round mine..? You've never been before have you?"

"No. Cos your Dad would never let us!"

"Well like I said, he's going out."

"How long for..?"

"Till 5 apparently."

Hollie sighed, "Will there ever be a time when we don't have to hide from him?"

Charlie looked down, gently grabbing hold of her hand, "He'll realise that he can't stop us soon…"

Hollie looked up into his eyes, "It's been months and he still hasn't given in!"

"He will, I promise."

He looked up into her eyes and started to play gently with her hair, before leaning in and softly kissing her.

Hollie smiled, "I'd better get going, where shall I meet you?"

"Front gate?"

"See you later then…"

Charlie watched her walk off, before turning round and heading to his lesson himself.#

…..

Andrew tapped his fingers on the steering wheel impatiently, glaring at the traffic light as if that would make it go green quicker. His eyes quickly glanced over to the map lying on the passenger seat; one road was circled in blue, the pub where he was headed to.

A pub? He thought again. When the receptionist had first told him he thought she was joking. He was holding the interview for a new Deputy Head at a pub? At first this had worried Andrew; just what was he getting himself in for? He knew it was meant to be a rough school…

He shook his head, he was worrying over nothing. Finally the lights turned green and he pulled off. His thoughts turned instead to his son, Charlie, and how he'd take the news that he'd have to move schools if Andrew got the job.

Andrew sighed, it wouldn't go down well. He wouldn't be able to see Hollie every day… Although to Andrew this was a good thing, he'd never agreed with that relationship since day 1. That girl had completely changed him; now he was getting into trouble, skipping lessons, forgetting homework. Andrew shook his head; he'd soon sort that out.

He turned left and found himself on an unfamiliar road, another quick glance at his map told him he was on the right road, the pub should be coming up on the right any minute now..

"Ah, that's it," he said out loud, flicking his indicator and turning right into the car park.

He soon found a space and jumped out of the car and locked it. He looked down at his watch and cursed; he was already 5 minutes late. He strode into the pub, quickly looking around him.

A man at the bar looked up, "Andrew Treneman?"

Andrew smiled walking over and holding out his hand.

"Jack Rimmer," the man said, shaking his hand, "what can I get you?"

"Uh, deputy headship?"

…..

Charlie glanced up at the clock again, sighing in relief as he realised he still had 40 minutes until Andrew was due back.

"Stop worrying about it," Hollie said, turning his head back round and gently kissing him.

"Do you realise how much trouble I'd be in if he caught us?"

"Yeah, but Mr Webb said he wasn't gonna be back till 5. We've got ages yet."

Charlie smiled, "yeah, sorry."

Hollie sat back in the sofa, "it's nice like this, just us two."

"Yeah, shame we don't get to do it very often."

Hollie sighed, "Why does your Dad hate me so much?"

"He doesn't hate you…"

"Then why's he like this? Why do we have to try and hide from him?"

Charlie sighed too, "I dunno…"

He went to look round at the clock again, still panicking. As he did so he caught a glimpse of a silver car. He turned to face the window and swore as he saw Andrew coming up the drive. He jumped up onto his feet dragging Hollie up to and pulling her out of the room.

"What?" she said, pulling out of his grasp and following him herself.

"Dad's back already," he said breathlessly, running into the kitchen and shutting the door behind them.

"What? It's only half 4!"

"He must've got back early!"

Charlie fumbled around with some keys, jamming them in the lock and twisting it, swinging open the back door.

Hollie groaned, "Why can't we just tell him that I've been round?"

Charlie held the door open for her, "he'd kill me!"

Hollie sighed, walking out into the back garden and shutting the door behind her.

Charlie half-smiled at her and waved as she jumped over the small wall and walked down the alley behind their houses.

He turned round as she disappeared from view and the front door opened.

He faked a smile as he opened the kitchen door, "Alright, Dad? You're home early?"

Andrew shut the door, gently placing his briefcase down in the hall, "Yes, finished earlier than I expected. What you been doing?"

"Ohh, homework…"

Andrew raised an eyebrow, "You haven't been out?"

"No, Dad."

"And you haven't had anyone in?"

"No!"

Andrew rolled his eyes.

"Where you been anyway?" Charlie asked, leaning against the wall.

"I went for an interview."

"Interview, what for?"

"Waterloo Road are looking for a new Deputy Head."

"Waterloo Road? Isn't that the comp across town, aren't they like the worst school in the county?"

"Well, I got the job."

"What? What about Kings Mere?"

Andrew shrugged, "I've already sent off my letter of resignation."

"You've quit Kings Mere? Well what about me? I'm not getting the bus to school everyday!"

Andrew rolled his eyes and walked into the living room, "Don't be silly. You're moving there too."

Charlie stopped dead, "WHAT!"

"You heard me."

"I'm not leaving Kings Mere!"

"Well, that's not much we can do about it now. Why are you so bothered anyway?"

"I'm not leaving Hollie!"

Andrew sighed, "I thought you stopped seeing her."

"No. That's just what we made you think, since you've got it in for her so much."

"Well, maybe moving to a different school will be a good thing," Andrew said firmly.

"Why do you hate her so much?"

"She's a bad influence on you Charlie," Andrew muttered looking through some papers he'd taken out of his briefcase.

Charlie sat on the sofa and crossed his arms, "I'm not going."

"Don't be silly Charlie."