A/N: This is the first time I've tried writing something like this (or any story really) and I hope you guys like it. Before you start reading, know that this story is inspired by a sentence I read in "Teach Me" by NoLove10. "Fate doesn't care about plans." In my case, that was very true. This is a very personal story to me, and I want to share it with everyone, I hope you don't judge me.

Piper Chapman seems like your average teenage girl. She's a senior in high school, and she lives the WASPy life with her parents and brothers in a town in Connecticut. She has her best friend Polly, and some other friends she doesn't share that many things with. Elementary school wasn't too big of a problem, although she never really felt comfortable around the people in her class. They wouldn't pick on her, but they never really hung out with her either. Middle school wasn't too bad either, but ever since she started high school, her life has been falling apart. Why? Well, that's something she's never told anyone, not her parents, not Polly, not any of her other friends.

Another weekend has passed, and Piper drags her ass out of bed after turning off her alarm (which always goes off at 6 fucking AM), and goes to get ready for yet another week of school. Mondays are the worst, nothing happens on those days, and she always just feels miserable.

"Honey, you up? If you don't get up now, you're gonna be late for school!" her mom calls out for her at the other end of the door.

"Yes Mom, I'm up!" Piper replies. Yet another day where the world just keeps spinning for everyone except for her. She makes her way downstairs, greets her parents in the kitchen and sits down for breakfast. She doesn't eat much, but enough for her parents to suspect anything's out of the ordinary. She heads back upstairs to grab her jacket and backpack and makes her way out of the door.

She gets in her car (a sweet 16 present from her parents), and makes her way over to Polly's to pick her up, and then heads over to school. Polly is going on and on about this new guy she's dating now. "You should totally meet him Piper, he's so funny! His Australian accent is soooo hot, I can't believe I never met him before! …" Piper zones out after a few minutes, nods in approval and laughs at the right times. Arriving at Litchfield High, they both head to their lockers before heading to their first class.

"I'll see you later, yeah?" Polly asks.

"Yeah, I'll see you at lunch Polls," Piper replies without enthusiasm. Polly's oblivious, but she doesn't feel like going for lunch today, let alone eat it.

Piper heads to her first class, AP History. She used to enjoy these classes, well she used to enjoy most of her classes. Now she only moderately enjoys PE, only because she gets to work out and clear her head. As she's strolling down the hallway, Larry falls into step with her.

"Hey Piper," Larry says happily.

"Hi Larry," Piper isn't really interested in making conversation.

"So, I was wondering Piper, since you're … single and so am I, maybe you wanna go out with me sometime? Just grab some lunch, or we uh could go see a movie, …" Larry asks, and Piper's a bit surprised.

She cuts him off, "Larry, you're a great guy and everything, but I'm honestly not really interested in going out with anyone right now. Sorry man."

"Oh okay, no problem, maybe some other time … See you around Pipes," Piper cringes slightly at the use of that nickname.

Piper enters the classroom a few minutes before her teacher will arrive. She takes a seat in the middle of the classroom, deciding that she will try to actually pay attention today. "I'm so glad Polly isn't in this class" she thinks. She couldn't stand dealing with her right now, she's just feeling depressed. Just like every other day.

But then the teacher (apparently it's a sub) enters the classroom, and it's really a sight for sore eyes. A tall young woman (about 5'10) with sexy librarian glasses makes her way to the desk. She's dressed in all-black, with hot biker boots and a leather jacket. While her teacher is taking off the jacket, Piper gives her a once-over. Black skinny jeans that hug her curves perfectly (and God those curves are hot), and a black sweater that shows off just enough of her generous cleavage to make the kids drool, but still somewhat sophisticated.

"My God she's hot. Okay where did that come from?" Piper thinks to herself, she's confused. She can't take her eyes off this new teacher, but at the same time she doesn't want to look at her. Piper hears the boys around her whisper "Wow, she's smokin' …", "Oh my God, she's hot," "Who is that?" … No one seems to know what's going on.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, my name is Alex Vause and I will be your sub for the rest of the year," the teacher starts explaining. "About your regular teacher Mrs. Smith, I have some bad news for you guys … she was in a car accident last weekend, and she was taken to the hospital, she's in critical condition. She's still in a coma now, and it's not looking good at all. They don't know if she will ever wake up, and if she does, what state she will be in. I'm sorry everyone, I know how much you all appreciated her, but you're gonna have to do it with me for the rest of the year."

All the students start to gossip about the state Mrs. Smith is in, and what this new teacher will be like. "Okay class, enough chit-chat, before we get this show on the road, let me introduce myself. As I said, my name is Alex Vause, I'm 25 years old, and I recently moved here from New York. If you have any other questions, feel free to ask, but remember: I don't like stupid questions," Alex explains. "Now people, let's get going, we have some history to get to."

Alex turns her back to the class, and writes today's subject on the blackboard "CIVIL WAR" in her neat handwriting. She turns back, looks around the room, and notices the young blonde right in the middle. Usually she's good at reading people, and she can read the faces of most students in her class. But this girl's face is impossible to read. "She seems to have some secret, and I want to find out what it is." Alex thinks to herself. She smirks a little, but the blonde doesn't seem to notice.

Piper zones out five minutes into today's subject, and starts drawing on her notepad and jotting stuff down. Every once in a while she looks up to see Ms. Vause slightly leaning against her desk as she tells the rest of the class about the Civil War. Piper knows everything about the subject, she's read more books, and more particularly history books, than most people her age. She's fascinated by the things that happened in the past, maybe that's why she has so much trouble letting hers go.

The bell rings, Piper puts her books and notepad in her backpack, gets up and right before she exits through the door she hears her name: "Piper Chapman, right? Can I have a chat with you please?" Ms. Vause calls after her.

Piper stops in her tracks, turns around and looks at her new sub. "Yes, of course, is there a problem?" Piper wonders if she got caught zoning out during class.

"Not really, you just didn't seem to pay too much attention today," Alex says, trying to get a reason for it out of this mysterious girl.

"Oh I'm sorry, I just already know about the Civil War, and I'm not really feelin' too well today, so …" Piper trails off, trying to come up with a valid excuse, trying to hide the truth.

"She's gonna play it like this, huh?" Alex thinks to herself. "Oh okay, but next time try to pay at least some attention, okay? And if you ever wanna talk, people say I'm a good listener so, maybe I can help you?" Alex blurts out before she can stop herself. "What did I do now? I never offered to listen to a stranger before, not without any sexual intentions … Fuck!"

Alex's thoughts occupy her so that she doesn't even hear Piper's reply. "I will pay more attention Ms. Vause, and thank you for the offer, but I'll be fine." Alex only catches the last of the sentence, as Piper is already on her way to the door.

"This girl is intriguing, I can't wait to get the truth behind that sad smile of hers." Alex thinks to herself, and she heads to the storage room, trying to find out about this girl by looking through her files.

Reviews are always welcome! Thanks for reading! It's probably shit, but I promise that I will take this story somewhere, probably mostly for myself. I need to get this out, and those who come along for the ride ... Thanks guys!