I'm new to this site and I want to give my favorite pairing of all times a try. I hope you enjoy this.

Disclaimer: I don't own Wizards of Waverly Place or Camp Rock. I only own Hayley and Raven.

Alex's POV

"So, what are you in for?" I asked my cousin while walking around Mr. Laritate's office.

She frowned, "What do you think? I'm in here because I was trying to cover for you!"

I rolled my eyes. Hayley was clearly in a good mood.

She was about to make another comment until "the man" came in, "Hello girls. I suppose that you two know why you're here."

"Because I was clearly intoxicated when I decided that Alex was my favorite cousin," Hayley muttered.

Mr. Laritate continued, "That wouldn't surprise me, mini Ms. Russo. That's not the case though. You girls are in my office more than anybody else in this school, including Raven Fox."

I interrupted, "Where is Raven?"

"Ms. Fox is most likely skipping, so I'm assuming that she'll be in here later. Anyways, Hayley, despite being young, you are one of the smartest girls here in Tribeca Prep Sr. High School. Why you let your cousin drag you into detention is beyond me and the staff.

"Any who, I need to welcome a new student. I'll be back, so don't even think about running out of here."

After Mr. Laritate left the room, I headed towards the door.

"Don't even think about it." Hayley demanded. "We're in enough trouble already."

"Why do you have to act so serious? We're not gonna die or anything like that," I said while grabbing a donut from the desk.

"Well, next time you decide to skip I'm not going to write fake doctor slips for you. You really should start focusing on your school work."

"I skip six periods and now I'm being lectured by a thirteen-year-old. Cut me some slack, it's not like I'm getting into fights."

"I guess you're right, I'm just not feeling too well. Call it wizard's intuition, but I have a bad feeling about these next weeks."

Something about my cousin's statement made a chill run down my spine. Perhaps she was just giving me a small case of paranoia. That wasn't normal for me, but then again nothing was normal around Waverly Place.

Mitchie's POV

"Sweetheart you're going to be fine," my mom said in a calm voice.

I sighed doubtfully. I was never social able in school, but I did make a lot of friends in Camp Rock last summer. New York would be a hard adjustment, but I was willing to give it a try.

Mom smiled as a rather large man walked towards us, "You must be Mrs. Torres! I'm Mr. Laritate, the school's principle." He turned to look at me, "And you must be the lovely Mitchie! I assure that you will enjoy your time here at Tribeca Prep."

"Have fun honey," Mom said as she kissed my forehead, "Remember, if you need anything just give me a call."

As Mom left I offered Mr. Laritate a small smile. I felt rude not speaking, for he seemed like a nice man.

He pointed towards a door in the hallway, "Follow me to my office, Mitchie. Your schedule should be on my desk."

Alex's POV

"What are you doing?" Hayley asked.

I picked up a piece of paper, "Going through Laritate's stuff, duh. Oh, a schedule! That's weird, this looks exactly like my schedule."

I heard Mr. Laritate come in, "Don't mind these two, they were just in a bit of trouble. You may return to your seat Ms. Russo."

Ready to make a witty comment, I turned around and found that no words were able to come out of my mouth. The only thing I managed to do was stare at the girl next to Laritate.

The girl had dark hair and beautiful brown eyes. She was wearing dark clothing and was holding several notebooks. My heart rate increased as she smiled at me.

I gulped, "Yes, of course, my seat. I will return to my seat because that's where I was seated before you left the office and I think I'll shut up now."

Hayley raised an eyebrow as I sat down, "What bit you? You look pale."

"You're not exactly helping the cost," I said looking down at my skin. Wow, I was pale.

Mr. Laritate cleared his throat, "Since I can't think of a good enough punishment that will keep you two out of trouble, I will just give you a simple assignment. You are to show Mitchie around here. Now I don't just mean the school, I'm talking about Waverly Place. Think you can handle that?"

I risked another glance at Mitchie. I knew I had to say no. I had a weird feeling about this girl. The worst of it was that I couldn't tell if the feeling was good or bad. It just felt, right – and that was what scared me the most.

My thoughts were interrupted as Hayley spoke up, "It'll be no problem, sir."

Crap! I glared at my cousin only to see her smirking at me. She was giving me that I-know-your-little-secret look.

"Alrighty then!" our principle exclaimed, "You three may saddle up out of here! I don't need anymore people stuffing themselves with my donuts."

Hayley extended her hand out to Mitchie as soon as we were in the hallway, "I'm Hayley! I wish you well here at our school. "

Mitchie shook her hand, "Thank you, Hayley."

"No problem. And this is my cousin."

I smiled, trying to hide the fact that I was dying to run out of there, "Alex Russo. Hayley, you know where Mitchie's locker is right? I need to talk to you in private."

She pointed to the locker next to mine, "Look's like you two are locker mates. Go ahead and put your stuff in their excluding whatever you need."

I watched as Mitchie walked towards her locker. Once I was sure that she was out of hearing distance, I scowled, "Hayley! What the hell is your problem!?"

She grinned, "My problem? You're hitting on the new girl and apparently I'm the one with the problem."

"I am not hitting on the new girl!"

"Do I look like an idiot? Don't think that I didn't notice how you were looking at her. And something tells me that you're falling harder for her harder than you ever fell for Dean– what the hell happened to that guy anyways? Well, I say screw it. You just need to admit that you want Mitchie Torres."

So that was her last name, "I don't have anything to admit! Why do you even care? Why are you trying to bring me closer to her?"

"If I told you, then I would have to kill you."

"I'm tempted to kill you, you little-"

"All I'm trying to do is help you. You know I care about you cuz, that's why I get into so much trouble. What if this could change your entire life? You out of all people should know that we live in a world full of possibilities."

I sighed. Now my cousin was just being dramatic, but I guess it was no use getting mad at her, "Fine. But I'm not going to start anything with Mitchie! We're just going to be friends, got it?"

"Get it, got it, good! You girls have fun now, I'm going to class. Hopefully Raven decided not to ditch."

I shook my head as Hayley ran down the hallway. Something told me that that wasn't the end of her matchmaking plot. She might as well get someone to post stories of my torture on the internet.

Mitchie walked towards me with a math book in her hands, "Um… Are you alright? You seemed pretty upset while talking to your cousin."

"Yeah, I'm fine. Hayley's just a bit...loopy."

"Well, I'm glad that you're okay. Maybe we should head to class."

I bit my lip. I had been planning to ditch class the whole time, but the thought of leaving Mitchie's side made me feel sick to my stomach. I wanted to get as far from her as possible, but I couldn't stand the thought of not being with her. Damn it, what was she doing to me? I liked guys; I had always been into guys! How could one person, one girl, change that?

Finally, I said, "Of course. Let me just get something from my locker."

I opened my locker and took a bite out of the candy bar I had been hiding in there. Whether or not I like Mitchie, I would not let her change my behavior.

I noticed a yellow sticky note on the side of my locker. As I took a closer look at it, I realized that it was in Hayley's handwriting. I read it to myself; it's ok to be scared.

"We should go," I stated slamming the locker door shut. I thought about how long the day would be as I walked alongside Mitchie. For better or for worse, Mitchie Torres was officially part of my life. I best thing to do now was tell Harper. She was my best friend, and if she could handle me being a wizard then she should be able to handle this.

Hayley's written words rang in my head; it's ok to me scared. Being scared was probably the least of my worries.

Yeah, probably.

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