A / N: So this is my new story, and I'm really excited to share my ideas. You've probably gathered its called Now That's What I Call Awkward. I named it after the now CD's, so each chapter is named after a song. I've not a good enough memory, so it wont be songs that have been on the CD's, and I don't collect them so I cant just look at the back of them. It will be songs I like, and ones that best describe the chapter. I've not got any ridiculous rules like each chapter has 364 words exactly or anything, my only rule is the song things. This story is about Bex and Grant because they're a funny pairing. In my head, I picture Bex leading the relationship and when Grant tries to stop her, she punches him. I just love them together. So basically, Blackthorne has exchanged with Gallagher again but this time permanently, so there's been an extension planned and being buil which you will read about, and the boys stay there. The extension has to be built so the boys and girls are set on missions as 'couples'. Bex and Grant are kind of on and off but they have to unite.

A boy and a girl are made to work together for a test. Each 'couple' are assigned a mission, a new test which will decide whether or not they can fend for themselves, that test is called a Home Assignment. Bex and Grant have to cope with their constant arguments that didn't matter before, and learn what its like to be a parent when a sudden, unexpected visitor is left on their doorstep. They still attend school everyday and when the extension is finished, each 'couple' choose whether they want to stay where they are in a small house, or cottage, and still attend school, move to somewhere new - still near Gallagher and still go to school everyday like normal school - on their graduation fee (unique to Gallagher - like a pension, put money in whilst you attend there, like a bank account -. ) What will Bex and Grant choose. The girls and the boys are about 15, Cammie is 14. Rant, description, whatever - its over. On to the disclaimer.

Disclaimer: I don't own Gallagher Girls

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Chapter One: True Love

_~ Bex's Point of View ~_

"Welcome back to another a year here at the Gallagher Academy. At the end of last term, the Blackthorne boys joined us," said Cammie's mum, Rachel from a raised platform. "But I have some half happy and half sad news."

Everyone who was eating at our table, including Grant, who was smuggling cookies off of Macey's over-loaded plate and into his pocket, stopped what he was doing.

"4th years, you will need to stay behind after dinner, Blackthorne boys your included, I have an announcement," finished the headmistress. Macey clapped Grant round the back of the head, and he gave the cookies back.

Five minutes later, the bell went, signalling a few hours free time before curfew. Nick went to stand up, but Macey yanked him back down and hissed something at him.

"Thank you, fourth years, for giving up a few minutes of your time before curfew," the headmistress said. "My guess is that you'd like to hear the news."

She paused.

"Your all turning fifteen this year, and when your sixteen, it is legal for you to leave us and go your own way, though I would not advise it. Staying on until your eighteen and graduating to the follow on boy/girl university, in Florida, Beach University, which is on a private beach. But to be able to leave us next year if its your choice, you have to pass a test. We don't usually do it this way, we usually turn students' rooms into small apartments to share with two boys and girls, with a foam wall in between rooms. But this year, as Blackthorne have chosen to unite with us, we must extend the school. Each year, when you move up, you stay in your rooms, and your cluster of rooms and your common room is right next to near where we need to extend. Your rooms will be completely revamped, and so will your common rooms, and obviously the boys will stop sleeping on mattresses in classrooms," she paused and looked around the room at us all. Her eyes landed on Cammie, who was glaring at Zach, who had his hands up in false surrender. She gave a stern look to the pair and they turned to face her. "So," she continued, "we got permission from the government. They said you could buy a cheap cottage or small house in a place of your choice, so long as you can get to school everyday. It will come out of your graduation fee, but the school board will add to it as well. All we need to do now, is match the pairs that will live together. We have a list here. We will post it outside. Its in alphabetical order from the girls surnames," she emphasized the word girls, "it will be put up tomorrow. Now go and enjoy your free time. After you've found out who your partners are, you can start looking through the house options in the catalogue under your beds that we gave you at the start of last term."

Excited chatter echoed through the room and I turned to Grant.

"Ten quid I get you," I said, running a hand through my hair. "Five that Cammie gets Zach."

"Deal, baby," said Grant and held out his hand for me to shake. I took it and went to shake but he pulled me closer and pecked me on the lips. I pulled back like lightning had struck me and slapped him in the face. Hard.

"Aww, come on Bexy, you've got to lighten up a bit. Zach does that to Cammie all the time," he moaned.

"Yeah, but Cammie and Zach have been seeing each other since the first exchange, TWO YEARS AGO, and we started dating like three weeks ago," I snapped.

"So? We already kissed like fifty times, why not now?" fired back Grant.

"Because I'm not in the mood. I'm tired, I'm stressed and I've been stuck watching Tina and Alfie play tonsil hockey for like an hour."

"So have I," he said, standing up and pulling me up after him. "But please, Baby?"

"No."

He reached out to hold my hand and I tensed. I wasn't one for PDA. But I took it and we walked out of the hall, up a few rows of stairs and into my bedroom. We sat on my bed in silence for a few seconds.

"Do you want to go to the library?" I asked suddenly.

"Sure," he said and stood up. "Need me to help you up?"

I scowled at him but he took my hand anyway and did the thing he did when he tried to shake my hand, this time I let him because there was no one else in the room. He pulled away after a second, so it wasn't a long kiss, and led me to the door. He tugged me down a bendy corridor to the library and opened the door for me. I picked a book about Parenting for my essay for Madame Dabney, and sat down at one of the mahogany tables. Grant sat down beside me and watched me read with my glasses on.

"I love it when you wear your glasses instead of contacts," he said suddenly, making absolutely no attempt to quieten his voice. "It looks so natural and your air when you haven't straightened it is lovely."

"SHUT UP NEWMAN," whisper-yelled one of the nerds as Grant tucked a hair that was in my face behind my ear. I turned back to my book, trying to hide the blush that had crept to my cheeks, and the fact that my face felt like it was on fire.

"Seriously," he whispered. "When you don't make an effort you look beautiful."

"NEWMAN!" hissed another nerd. "If you want to flirt with your girlfriend, go somewhere else. We need to study."

I laughed.

"REBECCA!" snapped the same nerd quietly.

"Big mistake, dude," said Grant, not whispering anymore.

I stood up and walked casually over to the nerdy Blackthorne Boy.

I clenched my fist and punched him as hard as I could. The sound of my knuckles colliding with his cheeks made a loud sound and I grinned. Mrs Webb, the librarian, came running round.

"Rebecca Baxter!" she hissed. "Come with me! And you Mr Newman."

Grant stood up, I gave a sarcastic smile to the nerd I had whacked round the face and walked off.

Mrs Webb held the door open for us and we walked through, arms folded.

"Right, care to explain?" she snapped as soon as the door was closed. "Or do we need to get the headmistress to sort this out?"

She handed us a sheet of paper labelled Library Rules.

"I want you to read a rule each," she instructed. "Rebecca, you go first."

"Fine," I scowled. "All students are quiet in the library, and respect their peers by not disrupting them."

Grant was staring into space.

"MR NEWMAN!" she barked. "Read!"

"Yes, sir!" said Grant holding up his hand in salute. "I mean siress. All students be at the library for purposes, such as studying, reading and homework."

"That will be all. Your going too slowly." she snapped, "Basically, you must be inside the library to do homework, read or study for tests. Therefore you keep quiet. Violence is NOT accepted Rebecca, and Mr Newman, no harmless flirting, please. You have empty classrooms, corridors, dorms, common rooms and anywhere else to do that. Got it?"

"Got it!" we mumbled.

"Excellent, now off you go. You still have an hours free time to continue that canoodling you were probably doing when Mr Pointyhorn told you to stop."

"That was probably Tina and Alfie miss, we don't do PDA," said Grant and I elbowed him. "OW! Baby that hurt!"

"I don't know, nor would I like to know what PDA is. I'm letting you off. You cant come to the library for two weeks."

"Bye," I said and she gave me a stern look. "Mrs Webb."

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