So, there will be a few notes.

First, I know I have to finish Her Type. Not like it's the best story ever but I don't like leaving my stuff unfinished.

Second, I'm writing this because I simply never found a teacher/student Rolivia story that was actually finished, so I decided I'd write one myself. I've written over six chapters of this already, so you can be sure there will be (or I'll try so) at least a chapter a week.

I've spoken English for over 10 years now, but you never know, so forgive me for any grammar/spelling errors.

And third, in all of the stories that have this style, Olivia is the teacher and Amanda is the student. This will be the other way around.

Chapter One – I'll Be Good

(Olivia's POV)

God, I hate this. I'd rather have someone with a knife against my neck instead of having to walk this road ever again. I sigh as I turn around the corner and the big building appears before my eyes. The angry teenagers and euphoric kids enter it as if they were small ants. Another sigh and I enter it as well. Once I find a few friends, we go to our classroom and wait for the bell to ring in there.

"I heard there's a new Sociology teacher. Ms. Palm got sick, like real sick. Some kind of nasty flu that shut her entire immune system down. My mom told me she won't be coming back for at least six months" Casey, my best friend in the whole wide world, said.

Casey's mother knows every person that lives in New York. Every time I go out in the streets with Casey she's recognized at least three or four times by people that claim to know her mother, although she never even heard those people's names.

"Well, I hope the new teacher's nice. I could never stand Mrs. Palm" said Fin, my other best friend.

That's when a blonde woman enters the room. When she sees us, she seems startled.

"Hi, I didn't expect to find anyone here. I'm Amanda Rollins, your substitute Sociology teacher" a smile wants to form in my face at the lovely accent of the woman.

"It's okay, Mrs. Rollins-

"Miss Rollins, please. Or just Amanda" she interrupts Casey.

She's not married. Nice. I blink a few times at what I just thought. Why should I care if she's married or not?

"Amanda. Sorry"

"It's alright. I'm sorry for interrupting. I'm getting out now"

"You can stay, you know" I stop her. Fin glances at me, but I pretend I didn't see it.

"No, it's okay, I should go there and socialize with my new colleagues anyway" she smiles timidly, and gets out without letting any other of us speak.

"Well, she's nice" I finally say.

"She is, but it's not happening, Liv" Fin and Casey share a look and laugh together and I pretend to be offended.

"What?"

"Oh, please, you almost left her uncomfortable" Casey said, probably thinking it was funny.

"I did not! God, I hate you guys. This bell never took so long to ring" I bitterly say as I get up.

"Anxious to have this first class?" it was Fin's turn to mock me, unnecessarily.

"Shut up"

So it rang. I took my sit again and waited for all my classmates to enter the room. And then the blonde entered the room as well.

"Good morning" she said as she walked her way to her table to leave some books on it.

"Where's Mrs. Palm?" a boy I had never talked to asked out loud.

"Well, I'm not sure you know about this, but your Sociology teacher got really sick yesterday, so I was called to come and be her substitute for the time she needs to recover. I promise I'll be good to all of you" her hips are nice. She sways them when she's walking, you can't not notice that they're nice. Or can you?

"And how long would that be?" the same boy asked again.

"They think it'll take a while, maybe six months" and her smile, it's kind of magical. I mean, you meet a lot of people with magical smiles in your life, but hers…

"Can you tell us what she has?" now it was a weird girl that always loved Mrs. Palm's classes.

"I'm sorry, I was just call yesterday, they haven't told me much" I wonder if she's intelligent. I mean, she probably is, giving that she's here to teach a whole bunch of horny, angry students. But I wonder if she's really intelligent.

"So, my name is Amanda Rollins, and you can simply call me Amanda, I don't wanna get formal with any of you"

"You're a Southerner, aren't you?" Casey asked, and I could be wrong, but I think I saw Amanda's pupils dilate, just a little, when she looked at Casey. I sit on the front row, so I'd know.

"I am, actually. Is the accent too obvious?"

"It kind of is, you know"

They were flirting. Or weren't they? I just knew I felt a huge wave of jealousy course through my body, and that's when I knew I was really screwed.

Please, review me and tell me if this story should get going.

There will probably be many SVU characters, and none of them is mine.