A/N: This will be a series of related one-shots in the same high school AU. There is no overall plot. They will probably be non linear, but I figured I'd start with their meeting. Rated M for language and future chapters.

"Cosima, you know the rules."

The chair in the principal's office was itchy and uncomfortable, and he called her in while she was on her way to biology. Cosima was not happy. She leaned back in the chair with her arms crossed and a frown on her lips. Principal Leekie continued his lecture.

"We have it clearly stated in the handbook that ladies will have hair that is colored and styled naturally."

"Define natural?" Cosima asked, cocking her head to the side and twitching her lips up into a challenging smirk.

Leekie glared. "I'm sending you home, and you need to have your hair out of those…things by tomorrow."

"You mean my dreads?"

"Yes, your," he sneered as he said the word, "dreadlocks."

"Do you even know anything about dreads?" Cosima asked. No way would she be able to get rid of them by tomorrow.

"I don't care," Leekie replied. "I don't know what you got up to over break, but you're back at school now and there are rules here."

"Whatever. Are we done?" Cosima stood up before waiting for a response and grabbed her backpack. She pulled her skirt up to a length that was less than appropriate.

"Yes, we're done," Leekie said, ignoring her disregard for the uniform policy as well. "Don't go back to class, Cosima!" he called as she walked out the door. Cosima rolled her eyes, out of his sight. She walked through the empty halls; everyone was in class. She was going home and missing her last class, and anyone else would have been happy, and Cosima would have been happy if it had been any other class but biology.

Whatever. That wasn't her biggest problem.

Her biggest problem was that before he agreed to let her get dreadlocks, Cosima had to swear to her dad that the school would allow it. He made it very clear he didn't want her getting into any more trouble. And here she was, getting sent home early, for having dreadlocks.

She punched a locker. "Fuck." She was going to have to come up with something because there's no way she would get rid of her dreads.

When Cosima reached her own locker, she grabbed all the books that she needed for her homework tonight. She may be a bit rebellious, but she's still top of her class. Unfortunately, her backpack was too small to fit everything so she stacked four textbooks in her arms and pushed her locker shut with her elbow before heading out to the parking lot. Cosima turned the corner to the exit and WHAM!

Two bodies, four textbooks, a bunch of papers, and a pair of glasses went flying to the floor.

"Shit!" Cosima exclaimed. "I'm so sorry!" She moved her hands along the ground, blindly searching for her glasses so she could find her books and see who she ran into. Everything within a five foot radius was now totally blurry.

"Oh, no, pardon! It was my fault! I wasn't looking." Wait a minute, there weren't any French students here. And where the hell did her glasses fall? Cosima felt along the ground and her hand came in contact with another hand. She muttered an apology before jerking her hand away to continue her search.

"I wasn't looking either," Cosima replied. Her hands finally felt the shape of her glasses. She grasped them and shoved them back on her head. Cosima looked up and her face was inches away from a pair of gorgeous, honey eyes, and the angelic face they belonged to. Soft looking lips graced Cosima with the most dazzling smile she had ever seen. Short blonde hair fell in messy curls around the girl's face. "Uhhh…" Cosima stuttered, her cheeks flushing with color.

"I believe these are yours?" the girl said, pushing a stack of books toward her. Damn, she had gathered all Cosima's books before picking up her own things. That was considerate.

"Thanks," Cosima muttered, nervously pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose. She noticed there were still papers all over the place and helped gather them. "And these are yours?" she said, handing over a few papers.

"Yes, merci." Their fingers brushed as the blonde woman took the papers from Cosima's hands. She tried to fight the heat from building up in her face or she would turn red as a tomato. It's happened before.

Cosima picked herself up off the floor and held out her hand to help up the woman still on the floor. A soft, delicate hand grasped her own and she pulled up. The girl was light as a feather. Or maybe just really graceful. Probably the latter.

"Why haven't I seen you around here before?" Cosima asked, finally collecting herself enough to act like a normal human.

"Oh, I just transferred," she explained. "Tomorrow is my first day, but I came today to pick up my schedule and drop of some paperwork." She held out the hand Cosima had just let go of. "Delphine," she introduced.

"Cosima," she replied, shaking Delphine's hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Cosima," Delphine smiled.

"Likewise, although I could think of better circumstances." Delphine laughed, and Cosima would swear it was the most beautiful sound she had ever heard and she made it her mission to hear it again before she died. "But hey, to make up for it, I could show you around tomorrow? Direct you to your classes? Provide moral support?"

Delphine giggled. "I would like that very much."

Cosima grinned. "Good. Me too."

There was a moment of silence in which Cosima threaded a hand in hair and Delphine chewed on her bottom lip.

"I will see you tomorrow then?" Delphine asked.

"Yes, definitely."

"Good." Delphine thanked her again, and walked past Cosima. Cosima glanced over her shoulder to steal one more look at the girl she just met. She grinned, not even remembering what she had been so worried about a minute ago.