A/N: okay guys, this is my first time writing an AHS fic! I hope you like it, and if you do, please comment! also, any constructive criticism would be welcome, i'm always looking to get better.

This will be rated M for Mature just to be safe. Things will get pretty gruesome in the future ;)

Hi, my name is Ainslee Grace Lowe, and I'm just you're average 17 year old. I was born and raised in this lovely city of New Orleans. I was being sarcastic in case you didn't know. Well, okay, New Orcleans isn't that bad of a city. Actually it's not that bad at all. It's just, well… I'm kind of well known around here. It's a pretty big city but everyone knows my dad, so they know me too because of him.

My dad John Lowe is the head of this city's police force. But he's also worked on some pretty high profile cases. He was the one who caught a man called James Barry who used to terrorize the streets of New Orleans. He was a sick man, he killed lots a people.

It was a really big case and it was my dad who peiced the evidence together and tracked him down. He was sentenced to life inprisonment.

My dad's the city's hero, but personally… me and him don't get along that well. He's a horrible dad for one. He's always drinking and he's never let me gone to a school dance, not ever in my life, never let me sleepover anyone's house.

I'm 17 and I've never had a boyfriend in my life.

I mean, I'm not bad looking. I think I look okay. I have long, wavy hair blond, and startling blue eyes that turn grey the winter, and green in the summer. I'm tall and slender, but I have curves and a pretty nice set of boobs if I say so myself.

Still, I'm not the kind of girl boys fall for.

"AINSLEE GRACE! YOU'RE GOING TO BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" My dad, John yelled from down the stairs.

"Okay, Okay" I said to him as I ran down the stairs, grabbing my backpack and slinging it on as I walked past him and into the car.

I was wearing a flannel sleeved shirt with a tight white tank top underneath and skinny jeans and a pair of vans. I put on a little make up, just lip gloss and a little eye liner. I don't like to put on to much make up.

When I got to the car, my dad looked like he was in a bad mood. I sighed, what else was new?

"Um… Dad? Is it okay if I drive myself to school?" I asked, crossing my fingers and hoping he would let me.

He glared at me, which I took as a no so I slunk back down on seat next to the drivers seat.

We got the school, my new school, Cortez High. It was a big school and it looked really fancy. There were a lot of people waiting outside already. I was feeling nervous, I didn't know anyone who went to Cortez high.

Dad dropped me off at the parking lot before speeding away quickly. I sighed, gripped my backpack to me tighter and entered the school. I went to the office, and as I did I could see people turning to look and whispering about me. I blushed and tried not to make eye contact.

I got into the office and was greeted by a woman named Iris, who smiled at me warmly.

"Are you new here?" She asked me, looking concerned. "Yes."

"What's your name again honey? Oh yes, you would be Lowe's daughter"

Great, so even the staff knew me!

I nodded politely.

She typed something out on the computer and printed something out and handed me my schedule. I looked at it, I had AP Calculus first period, room 201. Oh great.

"You'll probably want to know where the rooms are, huh, honey?" Iris questioned. "Yes, please!"

She held up a finger, "Okay, one moment please. She turned around and spoke to a young man behind her, who I hadn't noticed until than and was sitting on one of the chairs in the corner. "Tate Langdon, come over here and show Miss Lowe here to her classrooms. I think you're in most of her classes anyway."

The young man behind her groaned as he got up from his seat. Tate was wearing a black leather jacket, black skinny jeans and his blond hair was slicked back. He was kind of hot, if that was your kind of guy.

"Fine, but if I do, I don't have to go to detention anymore?" He grumbled at Iris, shooting her a glare.

Detention? What the hell did he do to get detention. ON THE FIRST DAY?! I wondered to myself.

"Yes, Mr. Langdon, so are you willing to or not?" "Not, really," He grumbled.

"Well, honey, I wasn't asking you, I was telling you!" She smirked.

He rolled his eyes and then turned to me, "Alright, whatever, let's go whatever your name is."

"I have a name! It's Ainslee!" I glared at him. He didn't seem to care and just walked past me. I followed him down the hall. Again, I could the stares as we walked past the lockers. I tried not to focus on the stares too much, but I wished they would stop.

"Huh," He smirked, "Everyone seems to know you already."

"Yeah? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

Even if he was pretty hot, he was an asshole. I didn't like him, and he was going to be showing me around the school the whole day? Great.

"Alright, this is your Calculus class. I'm out," he said boredly, turning away from and walking down the hallway.

"Wait!" I yelled after him, "You're going to leave me alone? Isn't this your class too?" I questioned him.

Tate turned around, and raised an eyebrow. "yeah, so?"

"Sooo… you can't just skip class," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Watch me," And he turned and continued down the hallway.

I was angry and a little annoyed, but there was nothing I could do about it. What did I care if he went to class or not anyway? Jerk.

I sighed and walked into the class. So far, the classroom was still empty except for a few people… and then my eyes fell on him.

"You again?!" I shrieked, turning to glare at me.

Tate stared back at me.