Hello!

I took a little hiatus for the past moths, mostly due to schoolwork and lack of inspiration. SO while I was gone, I revamped my Reversed AU fic; I came up with a conflict, rewrote the first chapters, and even made a cover!

So, I hope you enjoy this, and leave a review!


The sun shone dimly over the homely town of Gavaldon, even at the early hour of six in the morning, anyone would be able to tell it was going to be a bright, sunny day.

It would be the perfect day to hit the local pool with your friends. But at the same time, it wasn't. For today marked the beginning of the school year at Samuel Grant Edwards High School, and that meant the end of summer, much to the disgrace of about two thousand students.

But one of them didn't mind. As he neatly combs his hair, adjusts his button up shirt, and fixes his glasses, Tedros decides he is ready for the first day of junior year.

The first day of being an upperclassmen means a lot to him. But dread isn't one of them. Unlike many students, Tedros likes school. That doesn't mean he likes the stress and lack of sleep that comes along with high school, but he does like learning.

Of course, this thoughts are never voiced, for that would mean a lot of mocking from his peers, maybe even his friends.

As Tedros goes down the stairs, with his messenger back strapped across his shoulder, he can smell the coffee coming from his kitchen.

His dad, Arthur, sits at the dining table, calmly sipping his coffee while looking at his phone. A lot of people say Tedros looks like a younger version of his dad. He agrees with them, but the only difference between them are Tedros' glasses.

"Morning, son." Arthur says, looking up.

"Morning, dad." Tedros replied, sipping coffee onto a cup. He rarely has breakfast, since he never wakes up hungry. He goes through the fridge, and sighs.

"Did we run out of creamer?" Tedros asked. Arthur lets out a small 'oh'.

"Yeah, I forgot to get some last night after work. Sorry about that." Arthur apologized. Tedros drank the bitter liquid from his cup, a decision he quickly regretted.

"Alright, are we ready for the first day of junior year?" Arthur asked. Tedros gave a small smile.

"As ready as I can be." The two headed out of their home. There is only one car at their house, so Tedros drives to school, and then Arthur uses the same car to go to work. It has worked out for them in the past months.

"Junior year was my favorite year of high school, you know? It was very fun, even though it was stressful, but I have the best memories from that year. I can only hope you can say the same." Arthur told.

"I sure hope so. I have a lot on my plate this year: PSAT, SAT, the need to start thinking about colleges, 2 AP classes…it's a lot of work, but I'm sure I'll make some good memories." Tedros replied, keeping his eyes glued to the road. Gavaldon's narrow roads made driving a little harder than it should.

"And there's also Prom. That was a big deal for my friends and I when we were your age." Arthur said. Tedros tensed up at the mention of the dance.

"Yeah…that should be fun." Tedros replied lamely. Prom meant dates. It meant asking a girl. That was too much anxiety for 6:58 in the morning.

"You don't sound too excited about it." Arthur teased. Tedros sighed.

"It's just…you know social events are not my forte." Tedros explained.

"But, you seem to have conquered Homecoming these past years, what's so scary about Prom?

Hmm, I don't know, trying to ask your crush after years of liking her and facing rejection? I don't know, maybe that's just me. Tedros thought sarcastically, but remained quiet.

"The date part…I've never asked anyone to…any dance." Tedros said. Arthur chuckled.

"You will be fine. Look, you must be wondering why I'm talking about Prom, but the thing is, I would like for you to…be involved in these type of school events. I'm extremely proud of your academic achievements, but I do think it wouldn't hurt you to…loosen up sometimes." Tedros drove to a red stop light and faced Arthur.

"But I do loosen up! I see my friends over the weekend all the time." Tedros defended himself.

"I know you do, and I'm glad. But, you know, you can go to more school events that involve socializing. By the time you'll be my age, you'll remember those fondly." Arthur advised. Tedros sighed.

"I see your point, and I will at least go to Prom." Tedros said, "Even if it means facing my fears…"

"See, that's the attitude! You only have this year and next year as a teen. Afterwards, it's the real world. Enjoy this!" Arthur said, as Tedros pulled up to the driveway of his school. They both gout of the car, while Tedros waved goodbye as he walked away, Arthur waved at him from the driver's seat.

Tedros decided to not think too much about his father's words, and instead, saw as a group of sophomore girls hugged by the stairs, while the senior jocks patted each other on the back excitedly.

He just needed to find his little niche.

But his niche found him first.

"Hey! Where are you going?!" A voice called to him. Tedros turned around and smiled.

Beatrix Jolie quickly made her way to where he was and swiftly hugged him, almost knocking him to the ground. Not only she was strong, but she was pretty tall.

"Bea, easy on the strength." Tedros chuckled.

"Sorry, I'm just excited! After a whole year of crappy classes by myself, I finally have some classes with the people I like. That's a reason to be excited. I barely managed to finish Jane Eyre in time! It was a good book though, at least AP Language has some good novels to offer." Beatrix excitedly chattered.

"Eh, Gothic novels were never my thing. I don't know how you're taking that class. It sounds like suicide." Tedros commented. Beatrix started at him.

"You're taking AP Chemistry, and you're talking about suicide? That's what we call hypocrisy." Beatrix retorted. As the two stood by the lockers in the white and blue hallways, Beatrix's and Tedros' phones went off.

Meet me by the parking lot.

"Do we need to though?" Tedros joked. Beatrix smiled.

"Aw come on! I want to see what's this about." Beatrix took Tedros' arms and dragged him to the parking lot.

The parking lot was at the back of the main building. It was full of rich juniors and seniors, many who were talking about their vacation to Europe, or their brand new car.

But Tedros and Beatrix couldn't really criticize them, because their own friend was like that.

"Where are we su— oh there he is!" Tedros pointed at a silver Lexus parked by a tree.

They walked over there, and found themselves with a tall, lean boy with light colored hair. They just stared at the boy's car.

"Did you…?" Tedros asked.

"Yep." Their friend happened to be Rafal Blackburn. Class President for two years on a row, and overachiever. Oh, and also, the designated rich friend.

"I didn't even ask for it. I call it 'making up for absences with money'." Rafal said sarcastically.

"Dang, rich people…" Beatrix dumbly said. Rafal laughed.

"Anyway...I can't believe it's already the first day of school. I'm not ready to start my days with Lesso's Pre-Calculus class. They really screwed me over this time." Rafal complained.

"Ha! You see, that's what happens when you're a nerd." Their friend, Hort, suddenly said, draping his arms around Rafal and Beatrix. The former rolled his eyes.

"It's okay, we're very proud of you taking three Honors courses." Beatrix giggled. Hort wasn't known for spectacular grades. He tried, really, but academics weren't really his thing. He somehow managed to get into higher level courses this year. This surprised everyone, including himself.

"Hey, you know it's a big achievement for me. Are those new glasses?" Hort asked Beatrix. She fixed her lilac, cat-eye frames and nodded.

"You are very lucky; you don't need to wear glasses." Rafal said. They all nodded in agreement.

"I'm ready to kick ass this year. I'm actually going to be a 'well-rounded student'" Hort said. He was the only of his friends involved in sports: he does track every year, and he is also the social butterfly of the group.

"I'm still confused as to why you hang out with us." Tedros joked.

"Well, I elevate your social ranking. I could also help you get a girl, or guy in Bea's case." Hort teased.

"Right…"Beatrix narrowed his eyes. Hort cracked up.

While they all merrily laughed and talked about their summer adventures, the roar of a motorcycle called their attention.

"Uh oh. There's only someone that rides a motorcycle to school." Hort observed.

As a matter of fact, the rider of the motorcycle parked in front of them. The figure took off the helmet they were wearing, revealing long blonde hair and a pair of angry, emerald green eyes.

If there was a rule at school, it was to not mess with Sophie Jones.

"You're in my spot." She gruffly demanded. Rafal raised his eyebrows, looked down at the pavement, and retorted:

"I don't see your name on it." This only made the blonde angrier.

"You know what I mean."

"Well, it seems you don't understand how parking works." Rafal calmly replied, holding her tantalizing gaze. Her gaze held feelings of pure hatred, but Rafal's eyes were unreadable.

She angrily veered and left them staring, either in confusion or anger.

"What is her deal?" Rafal loudly complained. Out of the four, Rafal hated Sophie the most. It was mostly attributed to her…disruptive nature, which contrasted to his straitlaced nature.

"Who knows? She is a living she-demon in my opinion." Hort shrugged.

"As much as I would love to discuss Sophie Jones' attitude, we need to head to class. We only have four minutes before the bell rings." Beatrix announced.

"Crap! I have class in the second floor. I need to run!" Hort sprinted, not wanting to be late on the first day of class.

They laughed, but hurriedly walked to class.

Suddenly, Arthur's words resonated in Tedros' head.

Maybe he was right. Maybe he should try and make some memories.