Hi guys! I know I should be working on FVA- which WILL be updated soon, btw- but let me get this out of my head! I've been talking to Kaseykc a lot recently, something like this came up in conversation, and since I'm starting college this is from my point of view, and I think you'll love this little thing because it's every fangirl's dream. It's named after the course I'm doing at college, simply because I couldn't think of anything else to name it.

Enjoy!

G, xxx

The International Baccalaureate

Chapter one: History

"Of all the teachers in all of this bloody school, we have to be stuck with Miss-bloody-Jackson!" I groaned, resting my head against the wall. I turned to Mariam- as usual, her face was totally blank. "Aren't you going to say something?" I asked, taking my head away from the wall. She cocked her head to the side and smiled slightly. "She's behind me, isn't she?" I deadpanned.

"No," Mariam said in her soft, high-pitched voice. "I just like seeing you get all worked up."

"Sadist." I spat jokingly. "Come on, what have you got first?" I asked, picking up my black leather messenger bag and making my way down the hallway through the crowd of boys and girls. To be honest, my first day at a mixed college after five years in an all-girls' school was very refreshing.

"Double History." She said bluntly, walking along beside me. She was wearing a black-and-pink lace tutu with a black short-sleeved t-shirt designed with a silver-studded skull on the abdomen while the whole outfit finished with a pair of pink-and-black tights and a clunky pair of black Kickers. I felt like a total boy next to her in my black long-sleeved with "HATE Is Not A Family Value" written in white letters, over my black straight-legged jeans and black plimsolls.

"I have the same." I grumbled as we reached our classroom and marched in to find that we were the first two to show up. The teacher was standing by the desk in a pair of plain black slacks with cream suspenders over a pale blue, long-sleeved shirt. He was organising some paperwork and didn't noticed us until Mariam knocked on the door. He looked back with surprise in his sparkling blue eyes. "Hello girls!" He smiled. This was going to be interesting, since we had a pretty damn sexy- American- history teacher. Whereas I could see the waterfall rushing out of Mariam's mouth, I didn't feel anything to make me somewhat like that. The teacher eyed my shirt and said; "Wow- you must be Hannah." He walked up to me and shook my hand. "I got a call from Miss Gorman- your History teacher at your secondary school- and she said you were the best student she ever had." I felt nothing.

"Oh really?" I tried to look somewhat interested.

"Yeah, she told me about the thank-you cards you gave out at the end of the year, after your exams. She was practically crying because hers was so thoughtful." He answered. You'd think that a teacher saying something like that would make me blush, but it didn't. The Yank could see that he wasn't making any emotional impact on me, and I expected him to give up like the teachers at my secondary school had, but he continued, wrapping an arm around my shoulders; "She said you got a B in History, whereas a girl named Adefunke got an A. Hannah, why is that?"

"My handwriting's shit." I said simply, breaking away from him and making my way to a seat at the front, nearest the wall and right next to a window. Mariam followed and sat next to me. The Yank turned back to organising the classroom, and after five minutes, the room was filled with students, and when the bell struck nine-fifteen, the teacher turned to us, then looked at me and winked- I stared off into space- and he introduced himself as Mr. Harkness. He had been a teacher for ten years and was in a relationship with a guy. Everyone else squirmed while I remained staring at the whiteboard, waiting for him to start the lesson.

When he finally did, it was on something I was rather interested in- war. Albeit the Falklands. I pricked up my ears and saw him smile as he asked if anybody knew what the war was. I raised my hand. Correction- I was the only one to raise my hand. Mr. Harkness smiled and said; "Yes, Hannah?"

I lowered my hand and explained; "The Falklands Conflict was fought over seventy-four days between Argentina and the United Kingdom for ownership of the Falkland Islands. The Argentineans wanted the Islands to be Argentinean, and the British wanted the Islands to be British, considering that they were already British before the war actually started. This annoyed the Argentineans because the Islands are Geographically Argentinean, and therefore are Argentinean property, but in the years prior to the Conflict, the British had invaded the Islands and populated them with British settlers."

"Excellent!" Mr. Harkness smiled. "Hannah, I can easily tell you're going to get a 7 in this course! Tell me- how did you know that?"

I shrugged. "I just knew it." I deadpanned. I could feel everyone's eyes burning into me, and it was then that I realised my first mistake- I had just branded myself "School Geek", and I knew that for the next two years, Mariam would be the only friend I had.

The two hours dragged by slowly, and I studied my books intensely, and noted that I was surrounded by idiots. When the double-period was up, I tried to be the first to leave, but Mr. Harkness stopped me and I ended up being the last, and while I waited for the teacher to explain why he stopped me, everyone trailed out- the girls gave me jealous glares and the boys gave me the look which basically said "I aint taking you to the prom!" The room was empty with the exceptions of Mr. Harkness and me. The Yank turned to me and said in a low voice; "Miss Gorman warned me about you."

"Pardon?"

"She warned me that you're too clever for your own good." He said, keeping his voice low. "Listen, Hannah, I think you're going to be my best student, and quite frankly you're already my favourite, but if I were you, I would keep that fountain of knowledge you call a brain confined to your essays- I don't want you to get hurt because of your intelligence."

"Okay sir." I said plainly. "Can I ask a favour, sir?"

"Anything." He leant back against his desk in an almost seductive manner, crossing his legs and smiling a full-toothed grin.

"Don't call me 'Hannah', please. I hate that name."

"Why?"

"Because my nickname through years ten and eleven was 'Hannah Montana', and in my opinion that makes me sound like a two-dollar street-walker. I wouldn't like to go through another two years of that nickname again."

He laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"Two-dollar street-walker." He said between chuckles. "So what would you prefer to be called?"

"Either Gavvy or Gavaudin." I said softly, tugging at my ponytail.

"Fine, Gavvy." He smiled, reaching over and hugging me. "Now run along Gav- go to the LRC and work on your Extended Essay- I think I know what it's going to be about!"