A/N: Okay, so, I know the last thing I should doing right now is starting a new story since I already have 3 others in the works but I can't help it. After watching the trailer for Easy A (yeah, it's a teen movie) and wanting to write an Adam story for forever, I came up with this idea. I already have the first five chapters written but I was a bit hesitant to post them because this story is very... different. I really hope you all like it though, because I'm loving it and I can't stop writing more. It does involve an OC of mine but I tried my best not to go all Mary Sue, because she's far from perfect. Anyways, let me know what you think & if I should continue in a review!

Taylor Portman sat in the driver's seat of her silver convertible, staring in the mirror. She dabbed a bit more powder on her nose and took a deep breath, getting ready to make her grand entrance into Eden Hall Academy. Now that her mother, Kelly Portman-Harrison, had married Richard Harrison, she and her brother, Dean, could finally afford to go to Eden Hall without a scholarship.

Taylor's new "daddy" had bought her the car, in hopes of winning her over but Taylor wasn't impressed. She hated sports cars but she was just glad she had a way to get around. She also wasn't a fan of a sixty-five year old rich pervert marrying her forty-three year old mother.

She sighed, looking in the mirror again, practicing her bitch face one last time. Taylor wasn't into hockey like Dean was, or smashing people into lockers, but she did like the fact that people feared her. At her old school, she had been the Queen Bitch of her sophomore class and now that she was a Junior, she knew she'd be able to rule Eden Hall in a heartbeat.

She opened the door and slid her legs out onto the pavement. She stood up, making sure her short skirt stayed flat, and snapped into a haughty pose, holding it for a moment to make sure that everyone around her got a chance to look at her.

With a flip of her long blond hair, she made her way into Eden Hall, with the attention of every male and female on her. She smirked as she heard the comments, almost the same she had heard when she'd gone to her last school.

"Did you see that bag she was holding?"

"I'd fuck that in a second."

"Who is she?"

Smiling proudly, she made her way past the rich snobs and headed to the dorms to find her brother.

Dean Portman sat in his dorm, which he shared with his best friend, Fulton Reed, as he continued lifting the few weights he was able to fit in the small room. Working out was just about the only thing he could to take his mind off things that were bothering him… things like Julie Gaffney.

He had liked her since the first time they saw each other and had thought that when he came back to Minneapolis, the two of them would be together. Unfortunately for Dean, she already had a boyfriend, Scooter Vanderbilt, who she had been with since their freshman year and Dean was starting to realize he had lost his shot with her when he left.

There was a soft knock on his door and he groaned loudly, setting his weights down and walking over to open it.

"Hi, Big Brother!" The young blond said. He smiled, seeing his younger sister, Taylor. She was a tiny ball of energy and could always make him smile. Though they didn't share the same father, Dean and Taylor were as close as siblings could get so he was happy that she was finally coming to Eden Hall.

He reached down and hugged her but she pushed him away.

"Ew, you're all sweaty!" She grimaced and he laughed. "Do you know how much Richard paid for these clothes?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Who cares about that old bat?" He said and she laughed. "So, how 'bout you? You all moved in yet?"

"Um, not really, my bags are kinda still in my car," She shrugged and he sighed. "What? Did you really think I was going to carry all of those in myself? My dorm's halfway across from the parking lot!"

"I suppose you want me to bring them in for you?" He asked and she smiled, innocently.

"It would really help and you would be the best big brother ever!" She said and he laughed.

"I already am the best brother ever." He informed her and she nodded.

"So, um, how ya been, Dean?" She asked him and he looked at her. "With the whole Julie thing…"

Dean groaned. Taylor and their mother were exactly alike; they always had to get in his business. He loved his mother and sister to death but he wished they would stay out of his love life. "I don't wanna talk about it."

"Aw, come on, Deanie," She pouted, walking over to him. "I don't like seeing you sad."

"I'm not sad!" He protested. "Julie and I have been over for a while; I'm okay with that, really." She gave him a look and he sighed. "How 'bout those bags, huh?" He said, walking out of the dorm.

She rolled her eyes and followed him out into the parking lot. Taylor hated seeing her brother hurting and she knew what she had to do to make him happy again… break up Julie and Scooter.

A couple of hours later, Taylor plopped down onto her bed in her new dorm. Dean had helped her bring in all her boxes but she had done most of the unpacking. She noticed another bed, that had clearly been used, and a wall full of pictures.

She stood up from her bed and walked over to it. There were tons of pictures of a beautiful brunette and a bunch of her friends. Most of them were guys but Taylor had no problem with that. She noticed Dean in a few of them and other guys from his hockey team that Taylor had met before but two of the guys were in the pictures more than the other.

One had brown hair and Taylor recognized him as Charlie Conway, Dean's Capitan. In almost every picture, he had his arm around the girl and they looked really happy together. The other one had light blond hair and blue eyes and was kissing the girl in most of them.

Taylor heard the door open and she jumped, turning around.

"I'm sorry!" The brunette from the pictures said. "I didn't mean to scare you, you must be my new roommate!"

"Yeah," Taylor nodded. "I'm Taylor, Taylor Portman." She said, extended her hand.

"Oh, you're Dean's little sister!" She said and Taylor nodded. "You know what? I think we've met before, at the Goodwill Games! You were young though, so if you don't remember…" The girl trailed when Taylor stared blankly at her. "Well, anyways, I'm Connie Moreau, your new roommate!"

"Nice to meet you." Taylor smiled. "So, uh, that's quite a collection you got over there." She said, pointing to the wall as she sat on her bed.

"Oh, yeah, I guess our team likes taking pictures," Connie laughed, sitting on her own.

"So, the blond one's your boyfriend, right?" Taylor asked and Connie looked up at her. "Just making sure, I kind of have a reputation of hooking up with girls' boyfriends, but I mean, it's not my fault they don't tell me who they're dating." She shook her head and Connie stared at her, wide-eyed. "oh God, I'm totally kidding, you know that, right?"

Connie sighed. "Sorry," She laughed. "I'm kind of really gullible," She said and Taylor nodded. "But yes, Guy is my boyfriend."

"Cool," Taylor nodded. "You guys are pretty cute together," She said and Connie smiled. "How long have you been together?"

"For forever… literally," Connie groaned and Taylor raised an eyebrow. "We've been together ever since the sand box days!"

"Wow, that's… amazing. I don't think I could ever be with someone for that long," She said. "Especially not at this age."

"Yeah, I mean, I love Guy, I really do but it's just not exciting anymore," She explained, getting lost in her own words. "I guess I just don't know if…" She looked up at Taylor and snapped out of it. "Sorry, I don't know why I'm telling you all of this."

"It's okay," Taylor smiled. "We're roomies now, we should tell each other stuff," She said and Connie nodded. "You can trust me, I have a lot of experience with relationships."

"Really?" Connie asked, skeptically.

"Mhm," Taylor nodded, pulling out a notebook, each page filled with writing and a picture of a boy. "This is a notebook of every guy I've ever dated," She said and Connie's jaw dropped. "It's not much but hey, I'm only sixteen!" She said and Connie flipped through the pages.

"Why do you keep all these?"

"I don't know," Taylor shrugged. "It's just… kinda my thing."

Connie laughed and they continued looking through the notebook. "Ou, this one's really cute!" Connie exclaimed and the girls giggled.

The next day, Taylor was called to the Science department to meet with her Chemistry teacher so they can talk about her switching into his class. Taylor needed to be placed in every advanced class so she can further her chances of getting into Harvard, which had always been her dream school.

She walked in and stopped when she saw the boy from Connie's pictures with a girl… who wasn't Connie.

"Guy!" The brunette giggled. "Stop it, we need to focus!" She said and Guy laughed. "If you want me to continue tutoring you then you're going to have to take this seriously."

"I am, Linda," Guy said, looking at the girl, apparently named Linda. "It's just so hard not to get distracted by you." He said and Taylor rolled her eyes. How utterly cheesy.

Linda didn't seem to think so because her cheeks had turned bright red. They turned even redder, if that was even possible, when he brushed a piece of hair out of her face.

Taylor cleared her throat and the pair jumped, looking in her direction.

"Sorry to interrupt," Taylor said, with a smile. "Guy, is it?" She said and Guy nodded. "Have you seen Mr. Turner?"

"No, he left for the day." Linda said, her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at Taylor.

"Okay, carry on," Taylor said, happily, as she spun around on her heel. She turned around once more. "Oh, I forgot to mention… Guy?" She said and Guy looked up at her. "Connie says hello."

And with that, she walked out, almost hearing their jaws dropping. Taylor then decided that she was going to do everything she could to get Connie to break up with Guy, the girl deserved much better than that.

She turned the corner and immediately collided into another body.

"Jeez, watch where you're going!" She shouted, dropping to the floor to pick up her books. The person she had bumped into did the same but she glared at him. "I can do it on my own, thanks." She said, angrily.

The boy continued helping her anyway and when they both stood up, Taylor found herself speechless for the first time in her entire life. He was cute, really cute and amazingly deep blue eyes. She had to catch her breath before she could snap back into reality.

"Sorry," The boy said, with a polite smile.

"Uh, it's okay, I was being clumsy," She said and he smiled again. Totally melt-worthy. Ugh, what? Pull yourself together, Tay!

She ended her inner conflict and smiled at the boy.

"I'm Adam Banks." He said, extending his hand.

She smiled and reached out to shake it. Adam Banks, Adam Banks… where do you know that name from? OH! Goodwill Games! He's Dean's friend! Okay, Taylor, stop talking to yourself and say something!

"I know you!" She spat and he looked at her. She laughed, nervously. "I mean, um, we've met before, at the Goodwill Games… I'm Taylor Portman."

"What? No way!" He said, surprised. "I, uh… you've changed."

She smiled. "Yeah, people tend to do that over the years."

He laughed. "So, you're at Eden Hall now?" He asked and she nodded. "How come?"

"Oh, because my mother married a rich guy and now Dean and I can actually afford a decent education!" She said, sarcastically and he laughed. "Yes, I have issues with my mother… deal with it!"

He smiled. "I think everyone who goes to Eden Hall has issues with their parents."

"Oh yeah? Even preppy snobs like you?" She teased and he smirked.

"Yes, rich people have problems too." He informed her and she nodded.

"I would have never guessed!" She joked and he gave her that melt-worthy smile again. The bell rang and the two of them got separated by the crowds of people but for the rest of the day, all Taylor could think about was Adam Banks.