Author's Note: So, I really like the new show The Nine Lives of Chloe King….and I really like Chloe/Alek, and I didn't even like Amy's character at first…until later…but then that scene between Amy and Alek in the second episode was so full of chemistry! I am a multi-shipper…anyways…this won't be really long, but it's just the start of a two-shot….

Disclaimer: I do not own the Nine Lives of Chloe King, just my one life, haha.

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Amy sighed, her shoulders slumping in frustration. Did this REALLY have to happen to HER? She stared glumly at her class schedule as she waved an unenthusiastic goodbye to her best friend Chloe King. Chloe's strawberry blonde curls bounced behind her as she headed to her chemistry class. Amy tossed her dark hair over her shoulder and stared at her schedule again. Students mulled around her, their muddled conversations falling on Amy's deaf ears. She had tried so hard to beg Principal Smith to let her into the upper drama class, but he had insisted that she had plenty of time to take the class, and since she was only a sophomore, older students had priority over her. Amy had relished the fact that she would be able to get out of geometry one more year and take drama instead, but she was now stuck with an elective. And not just any elective, it was one that Amy personally sucked at: Intro to Cooking.

How am I going to squeeze my way out of this one? Amy thought in panic. Amy didn't DO cooking. When she tried to cook at home, the height of her culinary skills was throwing a bag of popcorn in the microwave and praying that it didn't burn the house down. With an original name like Smith, Amy thought, no wonder he can't see my creative genius that is just BEGGING to be seen in the upper drama class. Not too mention the cute senior Liam Macabee that is in the class, Amy giggled to herself. Amy then frowned again. She knew she was acting a little spoiled, but she was really disappointed. Now she would be stuck with a bunch of future June Cleavers while she would probably fail the class on an epic scale. Her grades were already suffering after her break up with Paul. Amy had spent nights crying on Chloe's shoulder when Paul had said he just wanted to be friends two weeks ago.

Amy then stiffened her shoulders when she caught sight of Paul's black hair. He was in a group of his gamer friends, and he didn't even notice her presence in the school hallway. Well, she'd show him…Amy thought viciously. She didn't want to admit it to herself, but she still missed him. The bell then rang with a piercing sound, cutting through Amy's thoughts. Dang, Amy thought, I'm going to be late for class. Amy tossed her hair again, and lifted her chin in the air as she sauntered past Paul and headed for her cooking class. He looked up, but then cast his eyes on his shoes again after he spotted her proud profile. Amy stiffened again as she saw his reaction. This awkwardness was killing her….she shook these thoughts from her head, and stopped at the home ec classroom.

She dreaded going in there, and panic rose in her. But Amy was not one to back down from a challenge, and she put her hand on the doorknob and walked in. Twelve pairs of female eyes stared at Amy as she surveyed the room. No way, Amy thought, They were ALL blonde, and beautiful. She thought in disgust. For some reason, cooking classes at Amy's high school tended to attract the popular A+ type girls who tended to think that a way to a man's heart was through his stomach. Amy knew she was stereotyping, but she couldn't help herself. As she looked around the room, they all looked the same. The girls were all seated at lab-type desks, pastel aprons already tied perfectly behind them. Two particular girls, whom Amy recognized as Hazell Miller and Jenny Johnson, two of her not so favorite people, looked her up and down, and then whispered to each other, giggling.

Amy rolled her eyes, and mentally counted the girls as she surveyed the room and they lost interest in her, turning back to their sinks, waiting for the teacher. Ten, eleven, twelve….Amy counted, then groaned. Great, they were already all paired up with their respective partners. Now she couldn't even mooch a little off of one of the Miss Muffets' culinary skills and TRY to look like she knew what she were doing. Amy glumly made her way to the back of the room, found a seat at a table where no one else was sitting, and slumped down. She put her arms on the table, and sunk her head in her arms, dreading the class. I'm toast, …Amy mentally groaned.

Amy didn't even attempt to lift her head when she heard the door open and slam shut and two pairs of footsteps coming in. She was mentally trying to remember what her dad had pointed out on the Food Network the other night. If she had only drooled over the food instead of Curtis Stone in an apron, she might have actually picked up some hints from the show during one of her many FN nightly watching sessions with her dad. Amy kicked the table with her foot, and voice broke through her thoughts.

"….Twelve, Thirteen, and Fourteen. Great, we have evenly matched pairs." Amy recognized the voice of the culinary teacher, Ms. Foster. Wait, fourteen? Amy's ears perked up, that means….I have a partner. Yippy skippy! Amy thought as she lifted her head from the table.

"Hey there, sidekick…." A polished, accented voice hit Amy's ears. Amy stared up in shock as Alek plopped himself down next to her at the table. He leaned towards her, his arm propping up his chin as he stared at her.

"You might wanna close your mouth, you might catch flies," Alek's handsome face grinned at her mischievously, and he winked.

Amy sputtered, utterly embarrassed that her jaw had dropped at the sight of Alek at her table. She turned red, and demanded, "What are you doing here?"

Alek grinned again, leaning closer to the frozen Amy, who had her hands in her lap. His blue eyes stared her down, filled with mirth. He leaned closer, his breath fanning her face. Amy shivered, unable to deny his magnetic attraction, why oh why did he have this effect on her…

Alek stopped short of a few inches, his grin widening, "Why, Amy, I'm here to cook. What else would I be doing?"

Amy snapped to her senses, and leaned back from his face, desperately wanting to escape this spell he wove on her. She spotted several blondes tossing her envious looks before she replied to Alek. Amy then smiled back at him, regaining her composure. "Why, Alek, I don't know. I didn't know JOCKS liked to cook."

Alek grinned at her. "Of course I do, it's a hit with the ladies. What can I say?"

Amy rolled her eyes, what a player. Even though she was attracted to him, she still couldn't stand the way he managed to make fun of her. It was like he could read her every thought, and Amy hated that fact. He used her weakness at his own amusement. I will NOT let Alek get the best of me again, she thought stubbornly.

Amy snorted at him, looking away. "Whatever, Alek…" She inwardly groaned, wishing that she could have come up with a better comeback. She used her next tactic: ignoring him. But this was hard to do when he continued staring at her, grinning as if having his own hilarious personal joke.

Amy mentally thanked the heavens when Ms. Foster spoke again. "Welcome class, to Cooking 101. I see you have all found your partners," she paused to smile at Amy and Alek, her eyes pausing, "today we will learn to cook….."

Amy mentally found herself drowning out Ms. Foster's voice as she talked about the wonderful world of cooking basics and what the class syllabus was. She found herself lost in her mental daydream of the new Betsey Johnson dress on eBay that she was saving up for for the winter formal, when she felt a hot breath near her ear.

"Hellooooo-Amy, turn on the heat." She heard that silky voice near her ear, and Amy's head snapped to the side.

She smacked the side of her head against his nose, and yelped. "OUCH!" Amy cried, grabbing the side of her face. Ms. Foster paused, and asked with concern, "Is everything all right Amy?"

Amy's face burned in embarrassment, rubbing her face while trying to ignore the grinning Alek. "Yes, sorry, Ms. Foster."

Ms. Foster turned back to the recipe, studying it for a second, while Alek leaned closer. "If you would pay attention, Amy, you would have known what to do."

Amy's eyes lit up in fire, forgetting the pain in her face. She glared at Alek. "Whatever, Alek. I know EXACTLY what I'm doing." She muttered triumphantly.

Alek smirked at her, looking like he knew she was lying. "Amy, turn on the heat, then."

Amy's eyes widened in shock, feeling herself heat up. "H-heat?" She muttered, her eyes stuck to Alek's blue ones. How, how did he know? I tried SO hard to avoid him….I am NOT attracted to him, I am NOT attracted to him. Amy squeezed her eyes shut, as if this would make Alek's handsome face disappear.

Alek stared at her, smirking again. "Yeah, the stove?"

Amy's eyes popped open. "The-the stove?"

"Uh, yeah, turn on the heat-the stove, weren't you listening?" He grinned at her.

Amy turned red again, mentally cursing herself. Darnit, it was the STOVE he was talking about….focus, Amy, focus….heat, stove, cooking, heat, stove, cooking. ….She fumbled with the knobs to the stove in front of her, trying to keep her eyes off of Alek's amused ones. She did a mental victory dance when she saw the flame come to life. Alek reached for a pan, and set it down with a clank.

"You ready, Betty Crocker?" He grinned at her.

"UH, yeah, totally. Let's do this." Amy said, "Uh….what exactly are we cooking?" She asked lamely.

Alek rolled his eyes in amusement, "Little Miss Daydreamer, it's fish, weren't you listening?"

Amy snorted, "Are you kidding me? Fish? Really, you, cooking fish, how lame is that?"

Alek grinned at her again, "It's very perfect actually, we actually enjoy fish, very much."

Amy rolled her eyes at Alek again. "How original. And how awful for me. I hate fish." She said glumly.

Alek's eyes lit up in amusement again as inched closer to her, "Oh yeah, and why's that?"

Amy looked up at him, cursing herself that she hadn't worn her heels that day. She hated having to look so UP at him, he made her feel so small….and vulnerable. Her voice faltered, and she didn't know what to do with her hands, so she clenched them at her sides.

"Uh, they are ….slimy, and smelly, and uh…." Her voice cracked, her mind going blank as Alek leaned closer to her. What was he doing? Her mind screamed as he got closer and closer, and Amy found herself unconsciously tilting her chin for the perfect angle to….when he stopped, shot an arm past her, and grabbed something. He backed off, and left Amy breathless. She breathed, feeling a cool rush of air, and Amy shook herself. What had just happened? Did he do that on purpose?

Alek grinned at her, two aprons in his hand, and he tossed one at her, and Amy caught it. "Not a good enough reason, Amy. Plus, that is what Ms. Foster wants us to cook. Now, would you put your apron, on, or do you want me to put in on for you?" He lifted his eyebrows suggestively, and Amy let out a sigh of disgust.

"Just WHAT are you implying, Alek?" She demanded, clenching her apron in her fist, stepping closer to him.

"You know what I mean…" Alek grinned at her as he put on his apron, tying it behind him.

"NO, I don't. PLEASE enlighten me…" Amy's eyes sparked anger, her chin lifting in defiance. She wanted to wipe that arrogant, handsome smirk off of his face.

Alek then leaned down at her, his breath once again fanning her face. "You know EXACTLY what I mean….you can't help yourself. My very presence heats you up, we don't need a stove to do that…." He grinned at her, and Amy wanted to punch him. How DARE he act so smug and arrogant? So what, so he USED to be attractive, not anymore…Amy tried to convince herself.

Amy smirked back at him. "Whatever, Alek, you are as cold as this fish to me." Amy said, lifting up the frozen tuna that Ms. Foster had laid on their cutting board. She wanted to smack that smirk right off of his face….she was SO not attractive to this arrogant jerk anymore. She picked up the biggest knife she could find, poised to cut its head off. "I'm trying to make a point here," She stated, grinning evilly as lowered the knife to cut the fish's head off.

Alek's grin just grew as he snatched the fish and knife out of her hands before she could decapitate it. "So am I, Amy, so am I."

She fumed as he turned his attention to the stove, and started cooking. She turned to put her apron on, when she heard a soft, mocking voice in her ears, "Choo-choo…"

Author's Note: Ok, so this is part 1 of 2. I don't even know if anyone will read this, but I really like the idea of Amy and Alek…I think they could have some mad chemistry….thanks for reading!