This is completely AU. It has some of the characters, but some of them may be ooc. I don't know I haven't decided. Anyways, this isn't a seriously committed to story because I'm trying to finish the other ones. I just felt like writing it. Yeah so there it is. I love you guys and if you read my other stuff don't worry, they come first.

If Bianca had learned anything at all from her 16 years of living, it was that people didn't really get her.

She was misunderstood.

Complicated.

Mysterious.

Or as her classmates would call her, "a totally annoying geek."

Bianca sighed, running a hand through her long, dark hair and sitting up straighter in her desk. She glanced around at the rest of her peers, conversing with their friends in little cliques. She had hoped she wouldn't become the cliché loner looking to be accepted, but of course, she did. She wanted friends. She wanted people to laugh at her jokes. She wanted to be like her mom, the great Erica Kane, who right about now was taking a small tour around Northern USA to promote yet another book about the "joys of raising a child and still managing a successful career." Bianca would always point out the irony of her mother's words and actions in her head but never had the opportunity to verbalize her thoughts. She wouldn't anyway; it didn't matter.

There was nothing to gain but confrontation.

And man, did Bianca hate confrontation.

"Class. Class!" the teacher's tiny voice strained among the loud cacophony of students' conversations. The blonde middle-aged woman lifted her right hand and waited patiently for someone to notice, but of course, no one did. Except for Bianca. Bianca noticed everything.

Like right now, there was a girl standing outside of the classroom door, peering in at the teacher. The girl had orange hair and rosy cheeks, and was nervously looking down every so often. Bianca wasn't sure if she should point out her observation to the teacher, but settled for simply ignoring the girl. It always worked out better when she said nothing at all.

The teacher began explaining the agenda that was written sloppily on the white board, stopping every now and then to ask the class to quiet down or one of the boys in the back to stop throwing paper. It was the usual, except for the redhead who had just seemingly gained the courage to twist the knob and open the door. The teacher's head whipped around from the agenda to the pretty girl standing in the doorway of the classroom. The girl flashed the teacher a sweet smile and gave a little wave to the rest of the class.

"Uh, I think I'm supposed to be in your class right now Mrs-" the redhead quickly looked down at the sheet of paper in her hand, "Mrs. White."

"Oh! You're the transfer! Come on in, class say hi to the newest student of Jemson High."

No one really responded except for a few guys in the back who did a wolf whistle and Bianca who gave her a terse "hey" before returning to reading the writings scribbled into her desk by former students.

"Hi." The redhead responded eagerly, all that shyness she had outside the room completely disappearing, "Oh god, I was so scared I had come to the wrong classroom. You know, they just shove you your schedule in the front office and hope you'll find your way there. I swear I got lost on the way up here like five times."

Mrs. White gave the girl a wide grin. The teacher always had held a little grudge on the front office staff, saying they "fooled" around too much and the teachers always had to pick up their slack. Of course this was said in an angry whisper as she scribbled on her whiteboard, thinking the rest class was too occupied with their own conversations to hear her. But Bianca did. As always.

Bianca studied the girl standing before her. She had orange hair, but Bianca already had learned that from watching her stand outside. But what the brunette didn't know what that her ginger hair stopped at her shoulders and glistened in the lightening of the classroom. That she had tiny freckles that were speckled over her cheeks and a little on her nose. That she was short, well compared to Bianca anyway, but her legs looked fairly toned. And her red shirt was clinging to her torso, showing the round hills of her breast and that flat plains of her stomac-

And this is where Bianca wished she wasn't so observant. She shook her head and looked for something that wasn't the redhead to focus her attention on.

"Well glad to have you in my class-"

"Marissa."

"Marissa," the teacher smiled and Bianca could tell she already liked the redhead, "pick any seat and I'll make sure your neighbor helps you understand some of the material we've been discussing the last few days."

Marissa looked over at the class just as some boys in the back were waving her over. She eyed them and smiled but kept looking over the class until her eyes met one of the most beautiful girls she'd ever seen. She hoisted her bag up and made her way over to sit beside the brunette, who was surprised and used to having the two desks next to her empty. It wasn't really that tiny of a class but small enough for kids to pick who they wanted to sit by.

"Hi," the freckled face girl huffed, falling into her seat and smiling over at the tall girl, who was sitting back straight at her desk, "You think you could help me with some of this stuff. " She pointed to the whiteboard as the teacher continued writing out formulas.

"Uh sure. It shouldn't be too hard to pick up. She hasn't got too far in the lesson, but if you need anything, I'll help."

"Thanks," the redhead beamed and Bianca blushed.

"No problem."

The rest of the period pretty much went like that. Marissa asking for help, flashing a pearly smile, and Bianca blushing as she gave her the step-by-step. When the period finally ended, the bell signaling it was time for them to move on to their next periods, Marissa stood up and touched Bianca's arm before the taller girl could bolt out like she usually did.

"Hey thanks for the help, really."

"Don't mention it."

Bianca fidgeted a little under Marissa's gaze, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear before smiling and walking hastily out of the classroom.

Marissa's eyes danced over the fleeting brunette's body before she quickly shook her head and chastised herself.

"This is exactly what got you in trouble last time…"