Hi everyone! This is my second story but my first one was a flop so I'm going to try again. It is a femslash Mitchie/Alex if you don't like that, don't read any further! Also it is going to be a student teacher relationship if you don't like that, don't read any further!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Wizards of Waverly Place or Camp Rock. They belong to Disney not me! If they did I sure as hell wouldn't be writing FanFiction. I only own the plot.

ATTENTION: ALEX'S SCHEDULE WILL BE BASED ON MY OLD SCHOOLS SCHEDULE WE HAVE 4 CALLSES A DAY, 2 ACADEMICS AND THEN 2 ELECTIVES, EACH CLASS IS 1 HOUR AND 30 MINUTES LONG(EXCEPT HOMEROOM WHICH IS 45 MINUTES LONG). WE HAVE THESE CLASSES FOR 18 WEEKS THEN WE SWITCH AND TAKE THE OTHER TWO ACADEMICS AND ANOTHER 2 ELECTIVES. IF YOU HAVE AN AP CLASS YOU WILL HAVE AN AB SCHEDULE WHERE YOU GO TO ONE CLASS ONE DAY (A DAY) AND ANOTHER CLASS THE NEXT DAY (B DAY) AND IT GOES BACK AND FORTH UNTIL FRIDAY WHEN YOU HAVE C DAY WHICH IS WHERE YOU GO TO YOU'RE A DAY CLASS FOR 45 MINUTES A BELL RINGS AND YOU GO TO YOUR B DAY CLASS FOR 45 MINUTES. LUNCH IS DURING 3RD BLOCK AND THERE ARE FOUR LUNCHES (A,B,C,D) AND EACH IS 30 MINUTES LONG, IF YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND PM AND I'LL ANSWER ANY QUESTIONS YOU HAVE. (WHY IS THIS IN ALL CAPS, I DON'T KNOW IT JUST IS DEAL WITH IT)

Chapter 1- I can't be, can I?

Alex P.O.V

"GET UP! ALEXANDRA MARGARITA RUSSO IF YOU DON'T GET UP RIGHT NOW YOU'LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!" my mom yelled as she banged on my door.

"Oh my god, who the cares if I'm late to school one more time, it's nothing new. If I wasn't late to school I think my teachers would think I'm sick or something." I mumbled to myself as I got out of bed. I trudged down stairs to go get some cereal.

"Look who decided to get up." Justin said as I reached the bottom step.

"Look who decided to dress like a nerd for his first day of college," I snapped when I noticed he was wearing a three piece suit. I mean really who still dresses up for the first day of school when you're in college.

"I'll have you know that…." I tuned him out as soon as he started talking grabbed some cereal poured a bowl and walked back to my room. When I got back, I walked over to my widow, opened it, and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one and took a drag.

"You know you really shouldn't smoke, that shit will kill you." Dean said as he walked into my room, scaring me.

"Go fuck yourself Dean." I replied taking another drag. Purposely making it long, then I blew the smoke in his face.

"How 'bout you do it for me" he said as he grabbed me around the waist and kissed me hard.

"Maybe later, right now I have to get dressed because I wouldn't want to be late for school!" I said with fake enthusiasm as I tossed the butt of my cigarette out my window, then I closed it and walked over to my closet.

"Awesome! I came at the right time then." I heard him reply and I took off my sleep shirt and put on a black lace bra and matching thong. He's seen my body before so I didn't bother going into the bathroom to change. Dean walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around me and started kissing my neck.

"Damn Russo, you're so hot. I've got a problem that you need to take care of." He said in between kisses.

I turned around and pushed on his chest.

"Not right now Dean. I'm not in the mood." I said getting slightly pissed off.

"What are you PMSing or somethin'?" he said with a dumb look on his face.

"You know fuck you Dean! Just because I don't want to sleep with you, doesn't mean I'm PMSing, now get out!" I yelled as I pushed him out of my door and slammed it in his face. I finished getting dressed, putting on a Paramore band t-shirt and a pair of ripped black skinny jeans complete with a pair of converses, and started putting on some light make up, just some eyeliner and mascara today. I grabbed my phone, my keys and my backpack and left my room. I jogged downstairs and saw that the living room was empty. I must be later than I thought I was. Oh well. I left our apartment the back way because I didn't want to face my parents who were probably in the sub shop. I hopped into my car, my baby, a 2011 Mustang GT. I worked my ass off for this car and I don't let any but me touch her, I even leaned how fix cars because I didn't want some mechanic touching her. I started the engine and sped off to Tribeca Prep, my personal hell hole. As I pulled into the parking lot I saw that it was nearly pull and parked into the first spot I could find and I walked to the main building where my home room is. I pulled out my schedule, which had been mailed to us last week)

Home room: Miss. Torres, rm. 513

1st block: Calculus, Mr. Anderson, rm. 216

2nd Block: Economics, Mr. Wilcox, rm. 104

3rd Block: (A) AP Art, Mrs. Adams rm. 503 (B) Psychology, Mrs. James, rm. 109

4th Block: Advanced Chorus, Miss. Torres rm. 513

Who the hell is Ms. Torres? My home room teacher is Ms. Battle. Oh yeah, that bitch got fired for taking too many days off. That's what she gets. She was a bitch. I checked the time on my phone 8:04, still in home room. I headed off in the direction of room 512. I walked into the class room 20 minutes late whatever. When I opened the door everyone turned and looked at me, no one was surprised that I was late though. I am called Rebel Russo for a reason. As I was walking, my breath gotten taken away, because sitting in a chair staring at me, was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. She had long black hair, deep brown eyes, and the most adorable but chin I have ever…..what am I talking about I'm straight. I'm dating Dean. My thoughts were interrupted by the angel

"Miss. Russo, thank you for finally gracing us with your presence. Care to explain why you are twenty minutes late on the first day?" she questioned. She had the voice of an angel….dammit! Stop thinking things like that, you're straight!

"Because who cares about homeroom, this isn't even a class, it doesn't count for shit!" I said shrugging

"Don't use that language in my classroom! Stand outside the room I will come and talk to you in a second." She said pointing to the door. Damn sent out within 5 minutes of arriving that has to be some sort of a record. I stood out there for 5 minutes until she walked out and stood in front of me with her arms crossed. Damn her boobs look great when she…Alex! Pay attention to what she's saying not her great boobs.

"…plain why you're late?" she said with an eyebrow raised.

"I was late, Ms. Torres, because I couldn't be bothered to wake up at the ungodly hour that is necessary to be on time to school." I replied nonchalantly, trying to ignore how great he boobs looked in that tight shirt.

"Well, in order for you to learn your lesson for being late, you'll be spending 30 minutes after school with me, 20 to make up for your tardiness and another ten for you using such foul language in a classroom setting!" she said with a smirk.

"Oh come one Ms. Torres that's some bullsh-crap." I corrected myself not wanting to get more time added on to my detention.

"Well maybe next time you'll think twice about being tardy." She said before sauntering back into the classroom. My eyes were on her butt as she walked in the room until she stopped, turned and said. "Are you coming Ms. Russo." I immediately walked into the classroom and sat in one of the chairs, leaned my head back and closed my eyes and thought about my unusual thoughts. I'm not a lesbian, definitely not! I like dick! But Ms. Torres is pretty hot! Stop thinking like that brain! I can't be a lesbian, can I?

So what do you guys think? Please review, but please be nice. I do take constructive criticism though. I'll update when I can. I'm in college and my life is crazy right now but I will try not to be one of those authors who starts a story and never finishes.

~TheDramaticAMC~