"We're here, Miss Sophie. Would you like me to help you inside?"

Sophie Briggins peered out of her sunglasses and looked out the window of the backseat of the car. There it was, Spenser Academy, ready to help smuggle all her achivements into one of the Ivy schools, hopefully, Harvard. Ipswich sure had it's ups and downs, and Spenser seemed to be a definite up. She had researched way too much, as usual, and she found out that 76 of last year's senior class all made it into the Ivy leaguers. She sighed. Though she wanted so badly to be here, this was yet another school where she would be new, and have to start over. But her parents promised that she'd be here for junior and senior year, so she could only hope for the best.

She turned her attention to the driver, still waiting for a response. She quickly turned her attention back to the school, and saw many students carrying in bags.

"No," she answered, mostly to the window, "I'll be fine."

The driver shook his head in pity for the girl, she had had to go through this almost every year, and got out of the car to get her bags.

Sophie pulled her long, dark, chestnut-brown hair out from behind her ears, making sure they were covered, she thought they were huge, and made her way out of the black jaguar as well, taking her purse with her.

She shoved her sunglasses back up her nose and rushed to the trunk.

"Chives, really, it's okay. I mean...look at all the other kids, they're fine. I'm sure...I'll be fine, okay?"

Chives gave her a knowning look and frowned.

"Are you sure, Miss Sophie? I know how you're feeling."

Sophie softened at his kind words. "Yes, I'm sure. But thanks, for... caring, I mean. It's definetely a step-up from the parents."

"They do care Miss, I'm just sorry they don't show it more often."

"Yeah. Well, I guess this goodbye, Chives." Sophie gave him a hug, and told him goodbye one last time before making her way up to the dorms, bags-in-hand.

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Sophie dragged her bags up many flights of stairs fine, until she got to the final set of steps. She was so tired that she failed to notice the "CAUTION: WET SURFACE" sign, or the blond boy quickly telling her not to use the-

"AHHHHHH!!!" Sophie flipped backwards on the steps.

Wow, my first day at the only school I've ever even wanted to go to, and I'm already gonna have a huge gash in my head. The irony! And to think-...wait, why haven't I hit the floor yet? She thought.

Sophie finally recognized a strong pair of arms around her waist, and slowly opened her squeezed-shut green eyes.

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"No-don't! Those stairs are-! Ugh, goddamnit!" Too late.

Reid Garwin hadn't planned on using today, but this girl was way too gorgeous to pass up, and also, way to far away to catch without using.

Only four words went through his mind as his eyes turned pitch-black, ready to save his new damsel in distress.

Best.New.Girl.Ever.

In a flash, he was at her side, just before her pretty little head hit the floor.

"You okay there, Clutzerella?"

The girl opened up her eyes to reveal stunning green orbs, just staring back up at his now back to blue ones.

"I...did you just call me a clutz?" Sophie fumed, obviously offended.

Reid scratched his head with his free hand. Christ, he hadn't meant to piss the girl off.

"Well, I mean, you just fell down a flight of stairs."

"They were wet!"

Alright, so now Clutz wanted to pick a fight.

"Because your ditzy head didn't read the sign!"

"Are you this nice to everyone you meet?!"

"We haven't met yet. You don't know my name."

"And thank the Lord for that."

"Reid."

"I get it! I didn't read the damn sign."

"No, no, my name. Reid Garwin. But don't worry, it's not something you forget." He smirked at her.

"Well, I'm Sophie...Sophie Briggins. It's definitely something I want you to forget. My friends call me Soph, but you don't have to, because we're not friends." She glared daggers, but Reid didn't seemed fazed.

"Feisty, are we? Or, maybe it's just that time of the month."

Woah, he just took a step too far. Did he seriously just pull the PMS card?

"What the hell is your malfunction, Reid Garwin? I've only been here, like 10 minutes, and I already feel like crying." Tears sprung to her eyes, as she furiously tried to blink them back. She couldn't help it. What had she done to piss him off so bad?

Shit. She's using that excuse. He watched her carefully as she wiped at her eyes. Shit. It's not an excuse. She's actually gonna cry.

"Listen, I didn't mean to-"

"Is this guy bothering you?" A third party inquired.

"No, in fact, he was just about to leave me alone, weren't you, Reid?" Sophie didn't even look at the new person, just at Reid with pitiful eyes.

Reid tore his glance away from her, feeling horrible, and instead focused on this new bastard, Chase Collins.

"Chase, just back off, okay? She's only been here ten minutes. You have plenty of time to hit on her later." Reid rolled his eyes.

"Looks like you've done a great job already at scaring her off; I don't really have to worry about that."

"Why don't you go back to the hole you crawled out of and leave her alone?"

Sophie immediately noticed something weird in his voice. Was that, protectiveness? Obviously Reid didn't like this Chase guy. Sophie quickly made a choice.

"Yeah, uhm, Chase, everything's fine. Reid was just helping me get my stuff to my room. So, see you around, then?"

Chase's face fell, but still seemed determined. "You bet you will." He gave her a quick wink, and was off on his way.

"Thanks for that-" Reid started.

"I think you're already forgetting that I hate you. Now help me carry my shit around the corner. That Chase kid is still staring. Then, you can just leave me alone."

"Jesus, woman, I'm sorry, okay? Most girls laugh at my jokes. I didn't know you were so sensitive."

"Well, I'm not most girls. And so what if I am a little sensitive? I'm allowed to be, I am a girl."

"That's debateable."

Sophie whipped her head around. She was not happy.

Reid just smirked, he was obviously getting on her nerves, just like he wanted.

"You know what? Maybe I'll just get Chase to help me, and then maybe I'll fuck him for it, and then I'm sure he'll be able to tell you I'm a girl."

A twinge of jealousy struck at Reid, and he realized maybe she wasn't most girls.

"Go ahead, whore. It's not like I don't have options."

Sophie stared at him for a second. They weren't together. She had only said that to piss him off, she could tell Chase wasn't his best friend.

"Uhm...it's not like we're dating. I just met you, for God's sakes. Why would I care who you pay to sleep with you?"

"Trust me, you know you want this. And honey, they pay me."

"Yeah okay, Reid."

Sophie stopped at 234, her dorm, and realized they had been fighting the whole way.

"Well, this is my room."

"Finally."

"Hey, I told you Chase could help me."

"As horny as Chase is, I doubt he goes for whores. But at least you're not a cheap one."

Soph narrowed her eyes. "Excuse me?"

"I saw your driver outside, on my way in. What, daddy too busy making millions to bring you himself?"

Anger clouded over her eyes. "Yeah, actually, he is. But you should already know that, since apparently you're stalking me now."

Reid realized he had hit a sore spot and smirked. "Yeah, I can't help it. I like your ass."

"Uh, thanks?"

"Sure."

"Well, thanks for...the help. But I'm sure you have plenty more people to insult, and I have to go." She indicated inside her room.

"Yeah. I'll be seeing you, definitely, clutz."

"Hopefully I won't be seeing you, jackass. Bye"

Sophie dragged her stuff into her room and slammed the door shut. Finally, she was rid of him.

At least for now.