A/N: This is my first story. It's a Mitchie/Alex pairing, obviously :]. I'm not that great of a writer, and I'm not sure how fast I'll be able to update because I have a really busy schedule, but I will try my hardest to get future chapters done in a reasonable amount of time. Reviews would be really cool. I apologize beforehand if this story sucks monkey butt.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this story. All rights go to the owners.

Alex's POV

She had always been there; I had just never seen her. It all started in my junior year of high school at Tribeca Prep. We had 3 classes together, but we'd never talk. Our lockers were nearly next to each other's, but we had never noticed each other. Not until now, that is.

I walked into science late like usual on Monday morning, and sat down next to my best friend Harper. She was wearing another one of her unusual outfits, today she was decorated in strawberries from her headband to her shoes. They had become quite normal for me by now.

"Are you ever on time?" Harper said to me as I laid my head on the table.

"It's too early for me to walk here fast enough to be on time," I mumbled back through my hands in my face. I had science first period, and I was never awake enough to listen to anything that went on. Not that I would listen even if I was awake. Mr. Seymour, my teacher, took to the front of the class and announced that we would be switching seats today. I groaned loudly.

"Is there a problem Ms. Russo?" Mr. Seymour said cockily.

"No of course not, everything's fine and dandy." I replied back sarcastically. I hated him, he was such a stiff.

"Harper, you're in the front next to Nick." he read off a bunch of other names I didn't care about and then I heard mine. "Alex, in the back next to Mitchie, and if there's any problems I'll be moving you right up here with me, Russo." Mr. Seymour said, as he pointed to the table right near his desk. I'd rather sit next to a pile of shit than end up there, I thought.

As I sat next to the familiar yet unfamiliar girl, I noticed she was absolutely gorgeous. She had these dark brown eyes that I thought I might get lost in if I stared into them enough. She had long brown hair that waved down past her shoulders, strong arched eyebrows and a cute little chin dimple. I knew now from Mr. Seymour that her name was Mitchie, but how come I never knew her before? Not that I really cared, Harper was the only friend I needed, right? Anyway, I decided that maybe I should try being friendly for once, because everyone else knew me as a bratty girl who hated the world and everyone in it.

"Hey, I'm Alex Russo, "I said as I turned to look at her. She looked up from her books and gave me a shy smile. It was one of the most adorable smiles I'd ever seen, and I felt this weird feeling in my stomach when she looked into my eyes. What in the hell is going on?

"Hi Alex, I'm Mitchie Torres," she said kindly. Suddenly, I got extremely nervous and I didn't even know what to say. I had no idea what was happening. I don't get nervous, especially not around girls. I'm not gay; I like guys, just not the ones that go to my school. They're just all jerks, and that's why I haven't dated in a while, right? I hoped that was the reason, but honestly at this point, I wasn't sure of anything.

Mitchie's POV

Holy crap, THE Alex Russo is going to be my science partner. Not that I liked her or anything. I'm a girl, I don't like other girls. She's just really infamous at Tribeca Prep and I thought it'd be cool to talk to her, considering she didn't really associate with anyone besides Harper. All I knew was that she was always getting in trouble, and she didn't take shit from anybody. That was cool. As Alex sat down next to me, I wondered if she would even acknowledge me at all. That's when I heard her voice.

"Hey, I'm Alex Russo,"

HOLY MOTHER OF CHEESE SHE JUST TALKED TO ME. Wait, why the heck am I getting all worked up? Calm down Mitchie. Shit, I have to answer her. When I turned towards her to look at her, she was already looking at me with a smile on her face. My heart fluttered. Why? I have no clue.

"Hi Alex, I'm Mitchie Torres," I said with a nervous smile on my face. I hope she didn't know I was nervous. I didn't even know why I was nervous, I just was. Maybe she has that effect on everyone. Maybe it's because she has the most beautiful eyes in the world. They're like dark pools of chocolate that could basically melt anyone that looked into them. Maybe it's because her hair fell a little past her shoulders and it was pin straight. Don't even get me started on her little button nose, it was so cute. HOLD UP, MITCHIE. Why are you thinking about her like this?

The class went by way too fast, and all we did was take notes on the upcoming chapter. Chemistry. Go figure. Also, we got assigned our first lab assignment. My first project with Alex Russo, the girl who does no school work whatsoever. I knew this because she'd been in some of my classes over the years, and all I could remember was her being reprimanded for never turning in her work, ever. As I began to walk out the door and towards my next class, I felt an arm grab my wrist.

"Hey, I was wondering since we're lab partners and all, do you maybe wanna hang out one day this week after school and prepare for the assignment?" It was Alex. She actually wants to get work done? Weird. She let go of her gentle hold on my wrist as I turned around to face her and answer her question.

"Alex Russo wants to do work?" I said as I smiled at her. She blushed. I just made Alex Russo blush? Today was way too odd. Why did she blush, and why do I care that I made her blush? Whatever.

"Well uh, yeah I thought that maybe I should start to actually care about my grades if I ever want to leave this crappy school." she said shyly. I giggled.

"Well then, sure, why not? How about you come over after school tomorrow? We can just walk there from school; it's not far at all. Just make sure to bring your textbook and notes so we know what we're doing." I said confidently as I smiled at the thought of me and Alex hanging out.

"Okay, sounds good. Come to my locker after 8th period, you know where it is, right?" she said with a smile on her face.

"Right." I said as I turned away and walked towards my next class. Oh, and the smile that I had on my face was plastered there the entire rest of the school day. Tomorrow, I'll be hanging out with Alex Russo.

Alex's POV

I began driving home in my Pearl Blue Dodge Charger with a huge smile on my face after the school day had ended. I didn't even know why. It's probably just because Mitchie will be the first new friend I've had since Harper in a LONG time. I hope that's the only reason why… The rest of the day was rolling by pretty quickly, mostly because I was too preoccupied being anxious for tomorrow. I realized that since I asked Mitchie to hang out to prepare for our science assignment (I didn't even know what we had to do), that I would actually have to be contributing to some type of work. Kill me now. Atleast it's with Mitchie, I thought.

…

I woke up the next morning a little earlier to actually dress kind of nicely. No, not for Mitchie. Well… maybe. I headed to my bathroom and brushed my teeth, and then I proceeded to brush out all of the knots in my hair. I decided to straighten it. After that, I dressed myself in ripped jeans, Uggs, and a cute black shirt that fits my body tight, accenting my curves. Next, I applied my make-up, grabbed a granola bar to eat on the way to school, and headed off to school. I decided to take the bus today since I'd be walking to Mitchie's after school.

When I walked into science (on time, I might add), I saw that Mitchie looked absolutely stunning today. She was wearing a short black skirt, white top, and shimmery silver flip flops. Her hair was curled, and she had just the slightest bit of make-up on that complemented her dark brown eyes.

"Hey Torres," I said as I took my seat next to her.

"Hey Russo," Mitchie stated with a bright smile, moving her stool a little closer to mine. Unfortunately, the rest of class sucked. All we did was take notes, and to make it worse, we had to stay silent the whole time. Gosh darn you Mr. Seymour; can't you see I'm trying to make a new friend? After science, the day dragged by as slow as freaking molasses. I couldn't focus the entire day, because I was too excited about hanging out with Mitchie in just a few hours. I could barely stay in my seat as I watched the minute hand on the clock moving closer towards 2:30, dismissal time. As the bell rang, I ran out of the classroom and got to my locker as fast as possible. As I was shoving my obnoxiously heavy science textbook in my bag, I heard a familiar voice that brought a grin to my face.

"You ready to go?" she was leaned up against the locker next to mine staring at my locker that was opened in front of her face.

"Yes ma'am," I said as I closed my locker. We began to walk out of school together, and suddenly, I began feeling very, very nervous to speak to the girl that was walking alongside of me.

Mitchie's POV

As Alex and I walked out of Tribeca Prep and started off towards my house, me leading the way of course, I struggled to think of something to talk about. That's when I heard Alex speak. It was like she read my mind or something…

"So, have you always lived here in New York?" she said shyly as we walked down the sidewalk. Did I mention it was a beautiful day?

"No, I moved here from Texas when I was going into sixth grade," I answered.

"No way! That's so weird, I moved here from Texas too, when I was in second grade!" Alex exclaimed.

"What a coincidence, I guess we're both southern girls at heart," I said back, with a smile. I thought it was so cool that we both used to live in Texas. We already had more in common than I'd thought. The rest of the walk home, we talked about living in Texas, the food there, and how different it was than New York. Before I knew it, we we're walking up my driveway.

"This is your house?" Alex asked with her mouth wide open.

"Oh no, we're just walking into some stranger's house. Come on," I said smiling as I lead her into the front foyer. From there, we made it to my kitchen, where my mom was standing cooking some lunch for herself.

"Mom, this is my friend Alex Russo, she's here so we can do our science project together," I said, introducing Alex who seemed extremely nervous.

"Hi Mrs. Torres, it's nice to meet you," Alex said with a shy smile.

"Oh please, call me Connie, and it's a pleasure to meet you too! It's about time Mitchie made a friend." my mom answered. My goodness is she really already embarrassing me?

"Mom… stop, you're embarrassing," I said through gritted teeth. "Let's just go upstairs Alex." And with that, I was leading Alex up the steps into my room.