Disclaimer: I do not own The Mediator series by Meg Cabot or the novel Blood and Chocolate by Annette Curtis Klause. I'm just temporarily commandeering their characters.

Author's note: I've been reading The Mediator series since the newer edition came out so I guess I could still be categorised as a newbie. Anyway, please give me chance here, I really tried my best for this crossover, which might I add was a bugger in a few areas. But hey, that's the challenge of a crossover right? Enough of my babble and on with the show!

The problem with going to the same small school is that you'll probably get the same teacher, every year, who never changes their tune.

"You'll be working in partners and assigned a topic to which a presentation will be made in class within two weeks," Mr. Walden announced proudly. He sounded about as happy as I would have been at a Jimmy Choo sale. Of where I was planning to head to after school.

"Can we pick our partners this time?" Adam McTavish whined. Behind him, my best friend CeeCee rolled her eyes in annoyance, but you could tell she agreed with him. I agreed with him too. The last thing I wanted was to be paired with Debbie Mancuso again. I was lucky I got any sleep last time.

"Part of life is working with a variety of people and as part of your ongoing education, you'll be exposed to a variety of people."

"Exposed how?" Finn Wagner, which he and his posse laughed out loud.

There weren't that many things Mr. Walden was afraid of but these new guys looked like they belonged more in Carmel High then Junipero Mission Academy. But apparently, according to CeeCee, the school newspaper editor, the family they came from ran a fairly successful country inn business out east so five nice donations were more than welcome.

While Mr. Walden was about to use his favourite method of discipline, throwing chalk, the sound of someone clearing their throat could be heard from the back of the room. Four of the new students were guys; their leader was their cousin Vivian. She gave them one of those looks and all four instantly shut up.

"As I was saying, I will assign the partners." And then he began listing people along with their topics. I took this as an opportunity to zone out. Moving out to California two years ago had its advantages. Looking out the window, I was trying to figure out which of the new Chloe dresses (discount outlets, got to love them) I wanted to wear for my date tonight with Jesse DeSilva, my boyfriend. He got off classes early today and he had the evening off so he was taking me out on a surprise date.

Usually I don't like surprises considering my life, but any surprise from Jesse had always been nice. And if I got hooked up with Debbie or Kelly Prescott, I so deserved a nice surprise, though a new pair of Jimmy Choos could also hold me to sanity.

Anger on the other hand would have been debatable after Mr. Walden chucked a piece of chalk at me. "Miss Simon, I said go join your partner."

Some of the jocks were tempted to snicker but they knew better. They knew when to be fast learners. After all, they had two years to learn what I could do to them if they decided to piss me off. I grabbed CeeCee's arm as she headed in Adam's direction, "Who am I with again?"

"Vivian Gandillon, the new girl."

I looked at her and got a good look for the first time in the month's she's been here. She was tall, leggy, and blonde. On the first day she arrived, she had the entire male population of the senior grade drooling over her, not that I could blame them. She was model perfect with big breasts, small waist, and curves that she somehow flaunted within the dress code.

I'll admit it was fun to watch Kelly and Debbie go green with envy, not to mention someone else who didn't take trash from anyone. But if there was anything anyone learned, Vivian was no dumb blonde. She always had this fierce look in her eyes that told people to instantly back off. Though, if I had cousins like hers, I would probably be like that too. I had similar relationship with my older stepbrothers.

Combined with her black leather and roughed-up wardrobe, she was more of a biker chick than a biker chic Catholic girl.

"Is there something wrong?" A low voice riveted in front of me, and my eyes focused right into Vivian's eyes. You know how they say eyes are windows to the soul? Well judging by this girl's eyes, she was pissed at something, and that something was I. Guess staring was definitely rude in her book.

Great, this was a new record for me. Usually it took me ten seconds to make this kind of impression. But this girl was no pushover like Debbie was.

Maybe Debbie wouldn't have been so bad after all.