-1A/N: I do not own LOST. I didn't create LOST. I didn't write LOST. I'm not trying to steal LOST. Total ownership to Abrams, Lindelof, Cuse, Bender, Bad Robot, etc.
The door to the old classroom squeaked open as the principal walked in followed by a gawky girl. Mrs. Hawking, the teacher, stopped writing her equation on the board and turned to look at the two.
"Mrs. Hawking, this is a new student. Her name is Kate Austen. Kate, this is Mrs. Hawking."
Kate pushed a stringy curl out of her face and smiled weakly.
"Miss Austen, please take a seat behind Mr. Shephard."
Kate's eyes flashed from wall to wall trying to determine who Shephard was. A young boy with a crew cut nodded his head with a smile. The weak smile forced itself to grow and she walked to the desk and slid in, hoping the students would stop staring soon.
"I'm Jack," the boy in front of her whispered as he turned his head back.
"Kate," she said, "but you know that."
He smiled, causing his eyes to crinkle on the edges.
"Hm, fresh meat," a drawl came from the seat over.
Kate turned to see a young boy with shaggy blonde hair.
"Mr. Ford, do you have anything to say to the class?" Mrs. Hawking's stern British voice said.
"No, ma'am." Ford said sarcastically.
In front of her, Jack shook his head and started copying the equation on the board.
During the long and boring lecture on the probabilities of time travel, which in Kate's opinion had nothing to do with physics anyways, she couldn't resist the urge to steal a glance at the shaggy haired boy. He was staring right at her with a stupid grin. She flicked her eyes down to her notebook where she hadn't taken a single note. Instead she had doodled a picture of herself stuck in a jail cell named "Oceanic High School".
"That's quite a skill," Jack's voice interrupted her daydreaming.
Kate looked up and realized the bell had rung. All the other kids were pulling on their backpacks and leaving the classroom.
"Where's your next class?" he asked.
"Have fun on your private tour, Jackie-boy," Ford joked as he left the class.
"What's his problem?" Kate asked.
"Sawyer?" Jack said with a smile, "Where to begin. Don't worry about him. If you want, I can help you find your next classroom. With you being new, wouldn't want you to get lost…" his voice trailed off as they stood awkwardly in the hall.
"Thanks," she said with that same stiff smile, "I think I can find it."
She walked away, pulling at the straps of her backpack. Jack watched for a few seconds before heading to math. As he leapt up the stairs, someone came to walk next to him. Jack turned to nod hi to Boone.
As the captain of the basketball team, Jack felt a little responsible for making sure the freshman team members were accepted.
"How's it going?" Boone asked with a smile.
"It's fine," Jack said, "How's your morning been?"
"It's good. Just waiting till fifth hour when we can get out for the pep rally."
Jack nodded, "Yeah, should be fun."
Boone enthusiastically slapped him on the back and headed down the hall to talk to someone else. Jack shook his head and turned the other way to reach his math class. He scanned the room before heading to his desk. Pulling out his notebook, he kept his eyes absently on the door.