Author's Note:

HELLO EVERYONE

I know it's been what-two or three ish years since I've written?

I have a perfectly good explanation. I finished my last fic, but hadn't uploaded it yet, when my computer crashed. I was devastated and decided to stop writing. That, and the fact that life got in the way.

But no worries, I have been accepted to college now and there are no men in my life to steal my time, so I'm all set for this new era of writing.

I've never written a story that wasn't about Harry Potter, so bear with me. I find that it's really hard to write about American Horror Story since each season is so short and complicated, there is little room for movement. Just let me know what you think, this one is really just a test before I venture into writing about Tate and Violet or Kit and someone that I have not yet chosen.

Please review and I hope you enjoy it!

WARNING: It's rated T for right now but I might (most likely) change the rating to M, depending on how the story goes.

-GE7

Chapter One: The Party

She looked out of place, that was why he noticed her. In the haze of the alcohol and random nudity around him, he noticed her.

Her eyes were wide, surveying the large house and the crowds of people. The one girl she had entered with, Madison Montgomery, had immediately fluttered away with some random girl who wanted to be seen with THE Madison Montgomery.

The quaint girl slowly entered the house, fidgeting in the tight dress she wasn't accustomed to wearing. It looked great on her, definitely, but she would have preferred something more comfortable. 'Beauty is pain,' she reminded herself as her toes squished into the tiny bit of room at the front of her heels.

He watched her as she wandered the halls of the large house, looking for a place to sit that wasn't occupied by a drunk couple or covered in vomit. She found a door frame that looked relatively uncrowded, and leaned against it, thinking about how far of a walk it would be all the way back to the coven in her ridiculous heels, when suddenly, a red cup was within a few inches of her face, effectively breaking her train of thought.

"Thought you looked thirsty," he smiled.

Her voice dripping with sarcasm, she responded, "Is that your superpower?" The boy in front of her raised one eyebrow quizzically and she continued, "You can sense dehydration?"

"One of them," he returned, not skipping a beat.

She pulled her eyes away from his perfect smile to see his blue shirt which had the clear symbols of Kappa Lambda Gamma in gold. "Ah. Frat boy, right? I think frats are full of fascists."

"I don't mind being reduced to a stereotype, but I'm on a scholarship. My mom lives down in the Ninth Ward." She immediately froze, her face becoming red at record pace. He noticed, and trying to lighten the mood he quickly added, "Besides—didn't you come here with a movie star?"

She laughed, "Yes, I was dragged here by Madison—she's kind of a big deal around here, I suppose?"

"At least she thinks," the blond boy said in an accent that she found terribly alluring. They both paused, smiling at each other. Then, he stuck out his hand, "Kyle Spencer, President of KLG, at your service." He did a little bow to make her laugh.

She shook his hand, "Zoe Benson, but I'm not in a sorority, so I'm not sure you're allowed to even be talking to me."

"Oh don't worry, I think sororities are full of fascists," Kyle joked. They began on a search to find more beer, seeing as they had both run out, and they began to talk more. Kyle was drawn to her—she carried herself in such a way that he had never seen a girl do. "So is this your first college party?"

"It's my first party," she said embarrassedly.

"Oh you aren't a fan of drunken idiots then?"

"I mean not particularly."

"Well that checks me off the list, then," he jokingly began to walk away, but at the last second, grabbed her hand and pulled her along. They got to a quieter area, and with new beers in each of their hands, they began to talk more freely. "So you're clearly not from New Orleans—what brings you here?"

Zoe froze for a short minute, and Kyle picked up on it. She carefully said, "My parents decided they didn't like my school, so they sent me here. Now I go to the same finishing school as Madison."

"Really? A finishing school?"

"Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies."

"Wow," he said, thinking about how out-of-place Zoe probably was at that school—almost more out of place than at the party they were currently attending.

She quickly said, "I don't want to talk about me anymore, okay?"

Kyle gave a hearty laugh, "You're the first hot girl I ever met who didn't want to talk about herself. There's got to be something wrong with you." His eyes widened and he put his free hand over them, one eye peeking between two of his fingers, "I know—you have a boyfriend."

Zoe sighed, "No, I don't." She paused as she watched him excitedly remove his hand from his face. He opened his mouth but she cut him off, "Kyle, I like you." He perked up even more. "But it's not gonna work out." He visibly sunk. He was about to inquire why when she hurriedly looked around and asked, "Have you seen Madison?"

The unlikely pair went searching, Kyle offering to look around upstairs. They burst into a room, only to find the other members of KLG surrounding Madison on a bed. Kyle was livid. He started grabbing at his brothers and yelling, "What the hell are you doing?! Get off her!"

"Wait your turn, man," one of his friends said in a drunken haze.

"Are you out of your mind?!" he yelled.

Zoe quickly ran to the bed, grabbing Madison in her arms. "Madison? Shit! Hey. Madison, Hey, did they give you something?"

Madison craned her neck up at Zoe, and whimpered, "It hurts."

"Okay, look, stay here, okay? I'm not gonna—I'm not gonna let 'em get away with this," Zoe said, hastily looking around for sight of her new blond friend.

Kyle, meanwhile, was chasing his brothers out of the house. He ran them onto the bus. "Give me the phone, Brener," he yelled.

"Eat shit, Kyle."

"Give me the phone, Brener," Kyle repeated, looking stern. "That's evidence."

"Eat shit, Kyle."

"I'm calling the cops."

"Hey, hey. What's going on back there?" The driver said.

"Get him off the bus," yelled Brener, but Kyle stopped him.

"All right, everybody shut up! All right, everybody shut up! First thing, delete the videos from your phones. We stick together. But I don't want anyone going to jail for this, and I don't want this to happen again." Kyle turned to the driver, "Back to the house."

Zoe ran out after the bus, but didn't stop them in time to talk to Kyle or see any of the boys. She turned back and ran into the house, finding Madison, and wrapping her in a blanket before making sure they got home safely, Madison murmuring and crying the whole way home.

Zoe knew she would get back at KLG somehow, but she wasn't sure how, at least not yet.