A/N: Hi there! BWCW has been one of my favorite nickelodeon movies since it came out, and I've been wanting to write for it for a while, so here I am! Updates will be 3-4 week approximately, or sooner if my workload is smaller. Enjoy!

Eleanor Davis was not looking forwards to a new school. She was not looking forwards to leaving what meager friends she had taken years to acquire and having to start from scratch. She knew she wasn't conventionally pretty in ways that made a girls popular, though she liked her green eyes and smile. She was rather quirky: possessing a wide knowledge of several books, TV shows, and movies along with a data base of useless facts. She dressed almost exclusively in graphic tees, flannels, ink covered skinny jeans, and her favorite Chuck Taylors. Her hair was impossible; it was a mop of unruly, shoulder-length black curls she could never finagle into something nice. She was too skinny, with no curves to speak of at 16. She also had the worst habit of running her mouth at the most inappropriate times.

Did her father take any of this into account when he ran off with a much younger woman? No. Did he care at all that he was deserting his wife of twenty years and his only child? No. Had he forgotten just how dramatic his now ex-wife was? Had he not realized that the "pain of his betrayal" would "haunt Delphine for all eternity in this house of hell?" The answer to that was of course yes, because, as intelligent as her father came off, he never stopped to think. It was this inability to think through his course of actions that had rudely uprooted Eleanor from her beloved home in New York City and landed her in Sioux Falls, Minnesota with zero regard to her feelings. Just typical. Nevertheless, she was determined to make the best of a truly miserable situation. She held her head high and agreed vehemently when her mother told her Sioux Falls would be a great place to paint and for Eleanor to finally get a hobby.

That's how Eleanor found herself desperately trying to straighten her hair at 6 AM in the morning, in hopes of looking somewhat decent her first day of junior year. After an hour of struggling, she'd finally gotten her hair together and she was dressed in a boring plain blue button down paired with a plain black tank top, new unstained jeans, and for the first time in her life, soft looking ballet flats. After deciding she wasn't going to look any better than this, she shouldered her bag and left the house, ignoring her mother who was sprawled out on the couch, martini already in hand. Day drinking already, good god. The drive to school was quiet, mostly because Eleanor couldn't figure out what station to put on, or what they were. She parked quickly and dashed into the building after looking at the time. Thankfully the student office wasn't hard to find and the lady at the front desk was very kind, printing off a map for her and telling her how to get to her first class. With various papers in her hand, she managed to make it class with seconds to spare. Students milled about the class room. Girls sat on desks and flirted with boys. Other read quietly, and one group of boys huddled close together, laughing at something. Eleanor turned to the older man at the front of the room, presumably the teacher.

"Mr. Foley?" she asked tentatively.

"Yes?" he gave his answer without looking up.

"I'm new here this year, and I need you to sign this," she explained, handing him the homeroom teacher form when he looked up. He quickly signed it and handed it back.

"Alright Ms. Davis, let's find you someone to buddy up with here," Mr. Foley typed away and scrolled through his computer for several minutes. The class behind her began to settle and she could feel everyone looking at her.

"Oh perfect," Mr. Foley muttered, "Mr. Sands?" A blonde boy looked up, the same one who had been laughing closely with his friends. Eleanor noticed he had a camera in his hands.

"Considering just how many classes you and our new friend Ms. Davis have together, I'm assigning you to be her buddy, show her around and the like," Mr. Foley explained. The boy groaned and began to argue.

"No arguments, Hunter! Everyone, this is Eleanor Davis, who just move here. I expect everyone to be friendly!" there was a mumbled noise of agreement and Eleanor was finally allowed to take her seat. Admittedly, Hunter ignored her for favor of his own friends, but that made it all the more important to appeal to him. Mr. Foley spent the rest of the period talking about the upcoming junior year, the perks balancing out the responsibilities.

After class, Eleanor sped up to catch up with Hunter.

"Hey Hunter! How's it hanging, home slice?" He stopped dead and gave the girl a funny look.

"No one says home slice anymore," with that, he continued on. Eleanor hurried to catch up with him.

"What's your next class? Mine's Calculus with Mrs. Bright," she babbled. The boy sighed.

"Yeah I know. Mine too, that's why I'm stuck being your buddy," he turned a corner abruptly and Eleanor almost tripped trying to keep up.

"What's the rush? Afraid all the good integrals will be taken?" She joked, going so far as to weakly elbow his side. Hunter's mouth quirked, like he was trying not to smile. Once inside, Hunter picked a seat next to the African American boy he'd been talking to earlier. Eleanor sat on the other side of him.

"Hi, I'm Eleanor," she introduced herself the other boy, who looked a little taken aback.

"Uh, hi. I'm Rich," he replied, looking to Hunter in confusion. Hunter only shrugged. Eleanor was about to say something else, but Mrs. Bright started talking, first going over the syllabus then jumping straight into the first lecture. The students scrambled to take notes, which left no time for talking. The next few classes passed in the same manner. She tried asking Hunter questions, but only received either curt answers or sarcastic ones. So far, the only things she managed to learn about him was that he really like creative writing.

Finally, after 4 awkward periods, it was finally time for lunch. She followed Hunter wordlessly through the lunch line and then to his table, where she awkwardly hovered. His two friends were already sitting there.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, a little apprehensive. The third boy, a tall, scrawny, and pale kid looked her over.

"I'd say… a solid 6, borderline 7. Sit down, I'm Rob," Rob gave a smarmy smile and Eleanor returned it hesitantly.

"Rob, man, don't be weird. This poor girl's been here all of two seconds and you're already putting the moves on her," Rich shook his head in disgust and offered Eleanor a kind smile, one she returned gratefully.

"Hey cool, is that a Supernatural button on your backpack?" asked Rob, eyeing her excitedly. Eleanor perked up at that.

"Yeah, you know, saving people, hunting things, the family business," she replied, happy to have something in common with the boys. Even Hunter was starting to show an interest.

"Do you like horror movies?" he asked casually.

"Oh, me? No way, I scare too easily! Which is funny because I can do horror TV just fine," she told him, smiling victoriously. A slow smile spread across his face. Lunch passed with Eleanor content. She talked mostly with Rob and Rich, with Hunter interjecting occasionally. Rob was put on a smarmy façade and clearly exaggerated his stories, though no one called him out on him. Rich was kinder, with a wicked sense of humor. He seemed to be in the business of defying all stereotypes. He was crazy tall, but abhorred basketball. He was nerdy, but didn't take academics very seriously. He wore a Metallica shirt, but talked excitedly about the Kanye West concert he'd attended during the summer. However, it seemed the rest of the population thought the trio of boys were nowhere near cool. Girls passed and Rob called out compliments and pickup lines, making everyone cringe and the girls they were aimed at toss rude names at him. A group of jocks passed by and called to them mockingly, going as far as to drum on Hunter's head and knock Rich and Rob's heads together. Fortunately, she went unnoticed.

"We're not exactly the cool kids," Hunter explained once the jocks left. Eleanor gave them her best sympathy face. Personally, she'd been hoping to make cool friends for once, but not-so-cool friends were better than none.

"You don't want to leave? Try and get in with the Barbie crew?" Hunter asked, as if reading her thoughts. Eleanor blushed at the question.

"No way! You guys are my friends," she told them firmly. Hunter gave her a big, cheesy smile. Finally! The bell signaling lunch rang. She and Hunter said goodbye to other boys and went to their 6th period class, Chemistry. Hunter talked more openly now, asking her questions now, to which she happily gave answers to. He asked where she lived, and she told him it was the Majesty at the Falls neighborhood. He nodded at that, then told her his neighborhood, which wasn't so far from her own. He asked her if she drove and Eleanor told him all about beloved Toyota Camry. He informed that, sadly, he and boys took the bus, because his dad never let him borrow the car. Eleanor kept quiet on the subject of fathers, not wanting to be judged due to her own shitty father.

Finally, 10th period, the last period of the day rolled around. It was also the one class that Eleanor didn't have with Hunter. He took woodshop, whereas she took mythology. Hunter was kind enough to walk her to her next class, which wasn't very far. She bid him goodbye and walked into class. Mr. Fadley, the mythology teacher had a very monotonous voice, making it hard to concentrate. In the meantime, while Fadley launched into an explanation of the countries and myths they were to study, Eleanor began to compile all her data on her new friends. Rob was tall, but still shorter than the other boys. He had a mane of black hair that contrasted sharply with him almost translucent skin. He was gangly and scrawny, but held himself with confidence. He walked with a swagger that came off pretty obnoxious, but it was almost endearing the more she thought about it. Rich was the tallest, standing at 6'6. His hair was cropped closely. He was clearly the brains of the operation. He held himself as though he knew too much, but was clearly the kindest. Hunter was tall, just passing 6 feet. He had a mop of blonde hair that fell into his eyes, though she'd noticed they were a very pretty shade of blue-green. While he wasn't as built as the jocks, he was well muscled, something she'd figured out when she tripped directly into him on the way to European history. He was also very intelligent, considering she was in almost all AP's and he'd met her class for class.

Overall, she considered the day a success. She'd made friends, liked all her classes and teachers, and hadn't gotten lost once. The drive home had been fine until she came to the gates of her neighborhood. The wooded road, so pretty and inviting, looked downright terrifying, covered in fog. She turned on her fog lights, because as pretty as the road was, it was almost completely covered by the canopy of trees. However, there seemed to be no light coming from car. Her heart started pounding when she stopped the car and climbed out. Upon inspection, it seemed someone had taped over her lights with duct tape, which was hell to pull off. It figured; of course there was going to be some douche bag pranking people in the parking lot. After all the tape was gone, she moved to get back in her car, but stopped dead when she heard a rustling noise. She whirled around but there was nothing there. She hopped into the car fast and turned it back on with shaking fingers. She had her windows down to make up for her busted A/C and could hear more rustling. Just as she was about to start driving, a dark figure leapt from the trees and slammed it hands down on her hood. She screamed, barely registering a flash, before slamming her accelerator. She banged into the creature, knocking him down, but before she could go further, Rob screamed at her to stop. Hearing his voice, she slammed her breaks.

"Jesus Christ!" He exclaimed, "Turn your car off, it's just us!" she did as she was told, and climbed out of the car to find Rich, camera in hand easing off the monster mask from the figure. Her guilt melted into anger when she saw it was Hunter. Hunter, who'd been so kind this morning, had only played her. She was friendless once more.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" her voice shook with poorly controlled anger once Hunter was back on his feet.

"What's wrong with me? What wrong with you? Who just runs someone over like that?" He asked, groaning and rubbing his abdomen.

"You're the worst! You absolute jerk! How could just do that! I thought—" her voice cut out then. She realized, horrified, that tears began to well up in her eyes and the lump in her throat wasn't from fear. All three boys' heads snapped up stare at her, horrified. They'd never scared someone so much they cried. Eleanor sucked in a breath and steeled herself.

"Move!" she all but snarled it at the boys, stalking to her car when the boys jumped out of the way. Rob went and turned off the fog machine.

"Hey, c'mon Eleanor, we were just messing around, we promise," Hunter gave a wide smile, and had she gotten over her anger, just the slightest amount, she would've melted. But she didn't.

"Do you want me to run you over for real this time?" Her voice was thick with unshed tears, but the threat was so real that even Hunter could read it. The boys backed up and the fog lessened considerably. She floor it and ended up at home in record time. On her way inside, she passed her mother, passed out on the couch, martini glass dangling precariously in her hand. The steady rise and fall of her chest reassured her and Eleanor moved past that. Once she reached her bedroom, only then did she cry.

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The next day of school, she stumbled into calculus with only moments to spare, earning a harsh glare from Mrs. Bright. Once Eleanor had taken her seat, the woman began her lecture. Today, Rich and Hunter had left the only open seat in class between them, so Eleanor was forced to sit there.

"Hey Eleanor!" Hunter's cheerful whisper went ignored.

"Did you catch last night's Supernatural episode?" she had, but she wasn't about to let Rich know that.

"C'mon Ellie, we were just messing around," Hunter told her, voice sweet and pleading.

"Don't call me Ellie!" she snapped quietly. Only her father was allowed to do that. Amazingly, Hunter and Rich backed off then. Eleanor sighed; finally it was over and she could live out her next 2 years here in solitude.

Of course, she was wrong. Hunter didn't let the matter drop, instead he alternated between pleading with her and talking at her. Finally, when it was lunch time, Eleanor planned her escape. She would retreat to the library and eat there. However, Hunter and the boys had other plans for her. Once she stepped out of the lunch line, Hunter swooped in and grabbed her tray.

"Let me get that, it looks heavy," he dodged her gracefully when she made a grab for her tray. Just then, Rob plucked her bag from where dangled off her shoulder. She whirled around, only to crash into Rich, who began escorting her to their table. She sat down in huff, glaring at the boys, who had plastered cheesy smiles to their faces.

"Come on Eleanor, it was just a prank! Like an induction! Now that you're our friend, we promise we won't play anymore pranks on you!" Hunter promised. The others nodded eagerly. Eleanor stared Hunter down, but he didn't back down. She could've sworn there was a flicker of gold in his eyes before he blinked.

"Hah! I win," She smirked at him, as the guys laughed at that. The need for friends won out over her anger, and seeing how eager the guys were, Eleanor finally relaxed and let her guard down. Dorky, prankster friends were better than no friends. She and Rob talked about the new Supernatural episode from last night, while Hunter looked at an essay for Rich. After that, the day passed more easily. Hunter explained that scaring people and taking pictures of their faces was one of favorite pass times. He told her animatedly about the few times he'd gotten suspended his freshman year, and then about some of his more covert operations. That afternoon, she offered to drive the guys home if they liked, an offer they took immediately. They had fun in the car, with Rich fiddling through her radio. She dropped Rich and Rob off, then Hunter, since he lived closer to her.

"I'll see you later," Eleanor called as he left. He turned back her.

"You don't think you could pick me up tomorrow?" He asked, giving her a hopeful look. Eleanor laughed and nodded, to which he grinned and waved.

Though it had a rocky start, she mused, driving back home, the year looked promising.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed! Please leave a comment, concern, or critique if you like in the reviews!