Disclaimer: I do not own Dead Poets Society, if I did, Charlie would live in my bed.

Authors Note: for the sake of this story, Neil father really was out of town during the play and so he never saw it, therefore Neil did not commit suicide, Mr Keating was never fired and Charlie did not get expelled for punching Cameron. Reviews are appreciated but not necessary. (set in the present time because I'm a feminist and hate sexist attitudes displayed in the fifties and sixties)

Gwendolyn Cooper sat in her seat and looked around at what seemed to be millions of boys in the Welton School hall. She was one of 20 girls who had been admitted to Welton this year and one of only 2 seniors, the other being her best friend Catalina Lopez. The headmaster Mr Nolan, a stern looking man who had to be at least 80 years old, started talking, something about knowledge and school history, Gwen wasn't interested, she was more concerned with figuring out how the hell Cat had managed to drag her into this one

"Come on Gwen, we'll be some of the first girls in Welton; its history" Catalina was saying as they sat on the porch swing outside her father's. "And besides, think of all the boys…"

"Uggh, Cat, upstairs brain!"

"Okay, okay, sorry. My parents are gonna make me go whether I like it or not anyway"

"If you put it like that, I'm gonna have to come. Even if it is just to make sure you don't get into any awkward situations with hormonal teenage boys."

"You know I love you right" she yelled as she hugged her before running inside to speak to Mr Cooper.

Her Father yanked on her arm, distracting her from her thoughts as all the students were made to stand and recited something Mr Nolan referred to as the four pillars.

"Tradition, Honour, Discipline, Excellence." Every boy in the school and even some of the girls, recited in complete unified monotone.

"They're like robots!" Cat whispered as they sat back down.

"And thanks to you that will be us for the rest of the year"

"Okay maybe Welton wasn't one of my greatest plans"

"You don't say"

"Hey, hey, hey, he's talking about us"

Sure enough, when Gwen looked up, Mr Nolan was announcing much to his apparent distaste, that this you would see the arrival of 'twenty new female students.' Then he started going on about dormitories, special girl's bathrooms and god knows what else. After his ramblings had finished he dismissed everyone and the girls made their way out into the yard to say their final goodbyes before their parents disappeared back to Ohio.

Half an hour later they were lugging their bags upstairs to the senior dormitories on the third floor. They checked the list on the wall, and discovered that they would be sharing room 113, just down the hall. They picked up there suitcases and walked the short distance to there room before throwing their bags on the beds and starting to unpack.

"So… doesn't look to bad" Gwen thought taking in the small space that they would be living in for the next year. Her side consisted of a wooden framed single bed, a decently sized wooden desk and a fairly shallow closet, clearly not designed for a girl and all the clothing that she had bought. She looked over at Cat's side of the room and found it was identical to hers and that Cat was having the exact same wardrobe crisis that she was.

"School things and casual weekend cloths in the closet, nicer things in the suitcase, under the bead." she suggested

"I guess so, it's not like we have any other options."

"True that."

After a short while, they had finished unpacking and collapsed onto their respective beds to relax before heading down to dinner. Just as Gwen began to nod off there was a sharp tap on the wooden door frame, and she looked up to see a smug boy, with what seemed to be a permanent smirk plastered on his face.

"Hi ladies", he said, before extending his hand and introducing himself "Charlie Dalton." Cat got up straight away and shook his hand.

"Catalina Lopez, but you can call me Cat" she said in the most flirtatious way possible. (He was HOT!)

"Upstairs brain Cat" Gwen rolled her eyes as her best friend went bright red and moved to sit back on her bead.

"English, cute" Charlie breathed. At this, Gwen shot him the biggest death stare she could muster up, before standing and walking over to him.

"Gwen Copper" she said shaking his hand. "And I'm bloody Welsh!" she spat before slamming the door in his face. This was going to be a long year.

Charlie stood facing the recently closed door in front of him for a few moments going over the sequence of events that led to the door being slammed in his face, not knowing what exactly it was he had done to offend 'Miss. Gwen Cooper.' Eventually he gave up trying to interpret the inner workings of the female mind and walked up to room 110, where he found Neil Perry and Todd Anderson unpacking there belongings.

"How was your summer Charlie?" Todd asked when he saw Charlie at the door.

"Oh, it was awesome," replied Charlie sarcastically

"Alright, Sergeant Sarcasm," Neil teased from the other side of the room.

Charlie shot him a look before closing the door, collapsing onto Neil's bed and pulling out a cigarette and lighter.

"Smoking kills Charlie," Neil scolded before taking the cigarette and tossing it in the bin.

"Yes mum"

Before Neil could retaliate, Knox Overstreet walked through the door sporting his usual goofy grin followed by Richard Cameron, Steven Meeks and Gerard Pitts. Pitts closed the door behind him and the boys all took seats upon various pieces of furniture.

"Any of you met those two girls yet?" asked Cameron

"Yep"

"Of course you have, you're Charlie Dalton," retorted Cameron

"And you can bet your life that Gwen Coopers going to play it hard to get"

"Why's that?" asked Neil genuinely curious

"Because I walked in to introduce myself and she slammed the door in my face."

"What did you say to her?" Knox exclaimed.

"That's it, I'm going to say hi!" Neil beamed as he marched out the door and over to room 113.

Neil knocked on the door to the girl's room and was greeted by a gorgeous Latino girl whose wavy, chocolate hair seemed to have been placed strategically to cover her face and give of a sexy, mysterious aura.

"Can I help you?" the girl asked, clearly irritated by the interruption

"Hi, I'm Neil Perry. I'm in room 110, just over there," he said signalling in the direction of the room he had just exited

"Cat Lopez, Nice to meet you Neil," she said a fair bit louder than necessary. Neil heard an unmistakable groan from inside the room and raised an eyebrow. Cat stepped out of the room and closed the door behind her.

"Don't mind Gwendolyn. She's in a bit of a mood"

"Charlie?" asked Neil, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah," Cat laughed. "He called her English, she hates being called English"

"Why's that?" Neil asked, clearly confused.

"She's Welsh"

"Oh, I get it," Neil Laughed. "Well, would you like to accompany me to get your Extra Curricular Assignments?"

"Assignments?"

"Yeah, Mr Nolan, sort of just tells you what your going to do, and then you have to do it"

"Okay" Cat drawled as she opened the door "Gwen, we've got to go get extra curricular assignments."

"Assignments?"

"Yeah, I'll explain on the way."

Gwen stormed out of Mr Nolan's office and over to the dinning hall in a huff, followed by an equally annoyed Cat.

"Ffwcio fy mywyd!" Gwen hissed as Cat dragged her over to sit with Neil and his friends.

"What's got your nickers in a twist?" Charlie joked causing Gwen to shoot him yet another death stare.

"If looks could kill," murmured Knox.

"We've been given Textiles and Home Economics as extra curricula's" Cat explained trying desperately to keep herself from screaming.

"You don't like cooking or sewing then?" Neil guessed

"Ding, Ding, we have a winner! At least we have soccer," Gwen replied sourly, her Welsh accent prominent in her anger. Neil quickly racked his brain for a way to change the subject, but was surprisingly beaten to the punch by Todd.

"So, how did you get you accent?" he asked

"I lived in Wales until I was 14"

"And what about you Cat, your Spanish right?"

"My parents are, but I'm born and raised American."

They spent the rest of the meal in a relative silence, only ruptured by the occasional comment about food.

An hour and a half later they were sitting in the common room with Neil and his group talking over classes and a 'study group'

"So, what are you two good at?" asked Cameron in a clearly condescending manner.

"I'm good with Latin, Math and some sciences, Gwen's a bit of an English, history and geography buff," Cat replied absently.

"So between the two of us, we pretty much cover everything." Gwen added.

"Sexy and smart, what more could we ask for." Charlie smirked looking at Gwen.

"You know what; I think I'm going to get some sleep before classes tomorrow," she said clearly irritated with Charlie's last comment.

"I think I'll do the same." And with that the two girls were gone.