AN: I do not own Law and Order: SVU or anything related. If I did, you can bet your ass that Elliot and Olivia would be together.
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Whispers echoed throughout the room, some louder than others, but all seemingly urgent and, unbeknownst to the different groups, all were discussing the same thing.
"A new student?"
"We haven't had anyone new since –"
"Have we ever had a new student?"
"Of course we've had a new student before, you idiot."
All conversations were cut short as a timid knock sounded on the other side of the door; everyone waited as the doorknob slowly turned and in she walked. Anyone who held any thought that the new student would be weird or wouldn't fit in was immediately silenced; in fact, anyone who held any train of thought at all could only sit back slack-jawed as all coherent thought flew out the window. She was beautiful – not typically pretty as they had seen elsewhere in the school, not falsely gorgeous, she was naturally and completely beautiful.
The girls in the class, of course, began gossiping, making guesses on who she was or where she came from or why she had chosen to transfer; the popular girls immediately began the petty game of slandering the girl who seemed so unnervingly captivating to all the men in the classroom.
"I love her outfit!"
"Are you kidding me? Probably picked it up for three dollars at a secondhand store."
"Well, her hair is pretty cute."
"Probably cut it herself – it doesn't even look professional."
Everyone seemed ecstatic at the prospect of the new girl, most were even hoping to become her friend, but one group in the front of the classroom decided to be against her and all she stood for as soon as she crossed the threshold into the classroom. This group was known to many as 'The Melos," and not because they were exceedingly calm; far from it, they were so aptly named because of their tendencies to be extremely melodramatic, blowing everything out of proportion.
The "leader" of the group was none other than Kathy McDonald, the self-proclaimed most popular girl in school. She was your typical New York "I-think-I'm-better-than-all-of-you" teenager – tall, blonde, fashionable – but she wasn't necessarily blessed with the gift of beauty. She was pretty, sure, but she wasn't even close to being considered anything other than ordinary.
"Excuse me. Can I help you, Miss…" said Mr. Roberts.
"Benson. Olivia Benson, pleased to meet you." Olivia, the new girl, extended her hand for the teacher to shake. "I'm a new student here, and it says here on my schedule that my first class of the day is yours."
"Nice to meet you, Miss Benson, you can have a seat in the back there."
As Olivia walked between the desks to the back of the classroom, she could hear the whispers and hushed conversations, and figured that they were more than likely about her. She tried her best to ignore the looks she got and took her seat upon reaching her desk. The boy sitting behind her tapped her on the shoulder and when she turned around to see what he wanted, she was greeted with a pair of friendly green eyes and an extended hand.
She grasped the young man's hand and whispered, "Hi. I'm Olivia, and you are?"
"My name's Fin," he said, "and that there is my buddy John."
He pointed to the occupant of the desk to the left of Olivia and she turned to introduce herself to John as well.
"Nice to meet you." She said.
"The pleasure is all mine, Olivia."
At this point, Mr. Roberts had dispelled the whispers in the classroom, and addressed the students. "John, Fin, fill Olivia in on what we've been doing and help her if she needs it. The rest of you, get into small groups and work on reviewing for the test tomorrow."
There were groans all around at the idea of a test in the first week of school, but everyone got down to studying, giving John and Fin a chance to get to know Olivia more.
"So, Olivia," John began, "what other classes do you have?"
"Oh, well after this I have Sociology, Psychology then lunch, and after lunch I have Advanced Calculus and then Anatomy and Physiology. I'm dropping this class, though."
"Why you dropping this class, Baby Girl?" stated Fin.
"Uh, Baby Girl?"
"Yeah, I don't know why I said it, it just kind of happened."
Olivia giggled at this. "Alright, I'm fine with you calling me Baby Girl, just don't start giving people the wrong idea." At this, she winked at Fin, to let him know she was teasing. "But, to answer your question, I'm dropping because I've already taken this class. Took it last year at my old school."
"Wait, how did you take it last year? It's a strictly senior class, and you were a junior last year, right?"
"Well, yeah. Technically I was a junior, but I've always been ahead of my classmates. They've always put me in the advanced classes, and I just go with it."
"Geeze," Fin sighed, "who takes Advanced Physics their junior year?"
"Like I said, I just kind of go with it."
"So," said John, "what class are you thinking of replacing this one with?"
"I don't know, do you guys have any Creative Writing classes here?"
At this statement, John and Fin exchanged glances, causing Olivia to furrow her brow and raise her eyebrow in confusion. "What?" she asked.
"Oh, nothing Baby Girl. It's just that, if you switch into a Creative Writing class you'll have all of your classes with our buddy Elliot."
"Is that a bad thing?" Olivia questioned.
"No, not at all, we just don't know if you're going to be able to put up with him for 7 hours a day." Explained John.
"And what makes you think that I couldn't handle it?"
"It's just that, well, Elliot's got issues, and he has a little bit of a temper sometimes."
"You're preachin' to the choir about issues, boys, trust me."
The two didn't have time to question what Olivia meant, as the bell rang, signaling the end of class. "Well, Baby Girl, I suppose we'll see you at lunch. You will sit with us, right?"
"Of course I will," Olivia chuckled, "but right now I have to get to Soc. I'll see you guys later."
"Bye!" the two exclaimed simultaneously as all three went their separate ways.
The first thing Olivia noted upon entering the Sociology classroom is that the atmosphere was much more relaxed. Apparently, I'm yesterday's news now. Thank goodness, though, all that attention on me was pretty unnerving. Olivia thought.
All of the students were leaned back in their desks, slouching and holding amiable conversations with one another, none of which seemed forced or secretive. She felt relaxed in this room, and made eye contact with everyone that looked at her as she walked towards the teacher's desk to introduce herself. "Hi, I'm Olivia Benson, I just transferred here."
"Pleased to meet you, Olivia. My name's Mr. Blaskovich, but all of my students call me Blasko. Please, have a seat wherever you'd like."
Olivia glanced around the classroom, deciding where the best place for her to sit would be. She decided on a seat in the back row, noting that many people in the front row looked as though they would attack her with conversation should she choose to sit there, and she just wasn't ready to deal with that quite yet. As she sat down, she took off her messenger bag to hang it on the back of her chair, and accidentally knocked the pencil off of her desk in the process. Apparently she wasn't quick enough to react, as when she went to grab her pencil her gaze fell upon a pair of striking blue eyes, and for a moment it seemed as though she were glancing into the pools of heaven itself.
In that moment, she saw pain and suffering in the eyes of this boy, but the emotion was quickly replaced by a blank sort of stare. "I believe you dropped this." The boy said, handing her the pencil that had fallen off of her desk.
"Oh, thank you." She blushed. "I'm sorry, but I don't think I've met you yet. I'm Olivia." She said, extending her hand for what felt like the umpteenth time that day.
The boy took her hand, sending an electric shock up her arm and filling her whole body with a sense of warmth. They both looked down at their joined hands, and then looked back up at each other, eyes filled with confusion.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Olivia. I'm Elliot."
With that, the two let go of one another's hands, and faced the board, both with the same thought in their mind: What in the hell just happened?
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